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A Little More Time

              – if but to mark mine –

Salvador Dali

A Little More Time

 – if but to mark mine –






A little more time
To recall a mood
I’d left behind,
When early in life 
If but mark mine,
To allow for strife …

A little more time
To live with candour, 
Discover my other,
Whom I’d forsaken
In visions of grandeur…

A little more time
To shake free of talk
That life offers blindly, 
Overriding the clock…
 
A little more time 
To share a measure
Of neglected kindness, 
And taste the pleasure	
Of compassionateness…

A little more time
To recapture the scent 
Of evocative memories, 
With all of their follies
Life chose to be meant
If need be to mark mine! 






                                                        	   written in Sweetsburg
                                        		        © Jean-Jacques Fournier
                                                  		         May 18, 2005
				                              Re-versioned Nov. 21, 2022


			

			
						

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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” The Boredom ”  – of comfort –

	


		

		
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“ 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  


 


    



		
	

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ To Start Again ”   ~ in step ~

	


		

		
 


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!


 

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Night Follies ”  ~ a chilling journey ~

	


		

		
 


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! 


                           

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ A Last Hurrah ”  ~ alas too soon ~

	


		

		
 


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!