Picture of Kaspar
“ The Boredom ”
– of comfort –
Who’d have thought,
You need find avoid
A situate distraught,
Say I tongue in cheek
From sated comfort,
To state of boredom
Adjudicated chaotic,
Patterns at random
Follies kaleidoscopic,
In brazen indulgence
Disguised as stoicism,
One hides lack of soul
In ne’er ending comfort,
Until boredom takes hold!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
To start again
Now once in step,
Right from the crib,
What we did live,
Should risk we cart
Our puerile baggage,
Fixed to the heart
Like tattoo marks
Will trace the scars
Of naive follies,
When careless days
Meant living lies
That eased the way,
To so one day
Give of the spin
Said layers a mind
Of ventures worth
Might grow us wise,
In step this time
Without reprise,
To start again!
I’ve a feeling I fly
In the dying light
Of a hostile sky,
Ever urging me on
This endless flight,
Be dream er deems
A chilling journey
Of night folly extremes…
Nights the like
Emerge but to blur
My anxious reach
For sapient deter,
I seek to compose
To author propose
Held liberal worth,
Of nights to dispose
With merit want spare,
Said weary night follies!
I’ve howled hurrahs
For varied causes,
Tho at times admit
Of dubious sauces,
When in my youth
I took few pauses
Before I jumped,
To lofty reasons
Short on seasoned,
Most hardly worth
A laudable hurrah…
Though on occasion
Did youth follies
Incite horrahs,
Wisdom did suffer
Urge such jollies
Of youth’s ways,
The while inspired
By its short stays,
Alas our desires,
Saw a last hurrah
Find its merry way!
Poetry on a canapé 