“ The Gift ” – of you – revisited

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“ The Gift ”

                 – of you –

I want not to forget

Fail having tried,

Or simply accept

I’ve reason to regret,

Mindful so I could

Be able to affect,

Without need to try

As if I could deny,

Our love grew beyond

You being easy on the eye…

 

I wanted to recall,

The times you tried

Offering your all,

And I too blind to see

Might’ve realized,

You so needed me,

As I you even more

Tho the gift offered,

I ne’er realized before

Had always been of you …

 

Doesn’t tax one’s memory

To recall there’d been many,

But none the worth, if any

Yet didn’t know enough

I’d the gift of you to hold,

But only now can tell

When grown wiser old,

While you, now too long gone

Be the gift, for someone else to hold!

 

written in Grasse France           

                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Look For Shadows ” – be a haven I seek –

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” Look For Shadows “

                       – be a haven I seek –

Should I opt

To elude a state

Plays me bleak

I’d want but flee,

Be a haven I seek

Where I may find,

The denied peace

In docile shadows,

Of place nigh blind

To hold somber mind…

 

So on a day

The sun is strong,

You may perceive  

I’m gone too long,

Held be soul lost

‘Tis surely mine,

So should ye find

Your way in time,

Look for shadows

For there I’ll be,

With austere mind

Wants not depart,

Ill-fated so resigned!

                                      

                        ode to the love of a brother lost

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

    

” 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  

 

    

“ The Gift ” – of you –

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“ The Gift ”

             – of you –

I want not to forget

Fail having tried,

Or simply accept

I’ve reason to regret,

Mindful so I could

Be able to affect,

Without need to try

As if I could deny,

Our love grew beyond

You being easy on the eye…

 

I wanted to recall,

The times you tried

Offering your all,

And I too blind to see

Might’ve realized,

You so needed me,

As I you even more

Tho the gift offered,

I ne’er realized before

Had always been of you …

 

Doesn’t tax one’s memory

To recall there’d been many,

But none the worth, if any

Yet didn’t know enough

I’d the gift of you to hold,

But only now can tell

When grown wiser old,

While you, now too long gone

Be the gift, for someone else to hold!

 

                                                           written in Grasse Fr.

                                                                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ A Garrulous Mind ” ~ in a conformist soul ~

 

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

 

 

“ Man’s Hold ” ~ means to be fed ~

A singular being
Akin to whole,
Who so composed
Said worthy soul,
Be for man’s hold
Who means be fed
Criteria set at gold,
What he inclines,
Wouldst so conjure
His bidding designs,
So with wile he lures
A yet fallible mind,
However be times
Anguish will sway,
Doubt finds its way
To a vibrant head,
Where fate declines!

“ What Will Hold Sway ” ~ to be rid of hate ~

 

One ceases wonder

What might hold sway,

On yet reached state

Gone beyond late,

Would set us free

In time be rid of hate,

To not play race

Nor creed or faith,

Means embrace bait,

Preached by man dubious

In a dogmatic place,

In grips now held as bold

Where power so extols,

Man would find to call fate!

 

ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…