“ Old Lovers ” – neath layers of bold cover –

Old lovers do know,

Of a love be above

In time would show,

From a simple love

To true love be so,

When it will reveal

Held prone to grow,

Fate did fix it real

Be from its arrival,

Has you beholding

For love yet unreal,

Tho feels beholden

To heart’s appeal,

Save love finds flee

With lover disorder,

As such beings we be

Want to hold forever,

Tho will find to agree

True love’s the beggar,

Said to be for one’s love

The while fail to discover,

Be what tells an old lover

Neath layers of bold cover,

Be love fashioned for others

And what help they’d bestow,

For determined young lovers

Be of love they’ll want know,

Neath layers, of old lovers bold cover!

 

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

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“ A Love Story ” – afore the after blinds –

It started with a feeling

Tho beguiling to define,

Tells of uneasy needing

To discover love in time,

Tho may want kneading

To render a strong bind,

Should spirit risk expire

The while ye be inclined,

To sort out your desires

And meld a latent heart,

Beyond sentient intrigue

Yet afore the after blinds,

Ye so find to be in league

With a love to fill a mind,

Ye discovered unfamiliar

Amending for each other,

As to shape a certain play

Fashioned but to uncover,

A love story found to stay

With its long felt hunger,

To ne’er waver over time

Despite emotive blunders,

Be affection one will find,

In our held love paradigm!     

                                                                        Inspired by my friends RM & CS

                                                                            In Montecatini Terme, Toscana Italia

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Let Me In ” ~ I want to live ~

Let me in, he pled,

I’m so frightened

And so hungry

I’m near dead,

Thus in a world

Without a stead,

He finds has bled

Away the heart

Of they he’d beg,

A place to start

That he may live,

Among the fated

Who would give,

Tho humble gift

Said kindly deed,

Plied moral lift

That he may seed

Enough for those,

Who needed feed

The debt one feels

To they who chose,

Should let him in

That he may live!

                                       ode to they who chose to let in,

the ravaged by war and terror…

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier      

 

“ A Poet ” ~ on more than allusions ~

When is a poet

A poet to be,

How will he know

It won’t be free,

To find reveal

What he’s to tell,

Starts on journey

Going thru hell,

Hence be the way

He learns to feel,

Afore he can say

What is real,

Thus to give sway

To worthy notions,

Be want of attention

To issues deserved,

More than allusions

Kept in reserve,

The while he lives

Born of a heart

Which can but give,

To occupy minds

That a poet seeks find!

 

                                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ 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!

 

“ A Corner ” – of my heart –

 

There’s a corner

Of my heart,

Be a place to store

Memories want kept,

The kind to not regret,

A place I tend to go

To face the real

Places one suffers

At times surreal,  

We may be inclined,

To the like forget…

                                                                                                   

Reflections now

Be memories scattered,

Relinquish few regrets

Necessitate reprieve,

None that could yet

From that corner             

Of my heart                                                                                    

Hold I’d take leave,

To put my soul at rest!