We’re held believe,
Life offers beings
A state perceived,
As an apostrophe
Of human needs,
Held best allayed
By transient bond,
Save best ignored
Till they abscond,
Supernumeraries
Of guile abound,
With ignobility
Of such ineptness,
As to apostrophizing
To form a connection,
Holds short imagining
Word worth excogitation!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
In a held conformist soul,
Serves a garrulous mind
That won’t abort its hold,
And matters not be blind
To ludicrous not so droll,
Whatever reason binds
Purpose to feed its psyche,
As it tends to prattle on
Till weariness finds a hole,
For loquaciousness to be gone
In favour of enlightened whole!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Of rare occasion
Be such present
As friendship,
Held to bestow
Upon ones life,
Where so decides,
Incarnate state
Best be ascribed,
Thus years ago
Held many more,
Serendipity alas
Upon me did bestow
That special gift!
Held a first kiss
None like before,
Reminds me now
Be joy of bliss,
Meant ever more
Time fashioned life,
For days like this!
