Oh so often we apologize
Just to make amends,
Or avoid being chastised
We effort find portend,
Till failing begs apprise
We seek impede condemn,
Fated waning enterprise
Of which we learn contend,
As time gorges on our pride
That leaves but dust to mend,
With a soupçon of recall guise
For the loss of once held friend,
With otiose apologies to expiate demise!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Convinced I remain,
To do without
Crutch or cane,
Held to steady
Wobbles inane,
Of insecurity
Ever menacing,
Can but impede
One being free,
Chose live outside
That google spree,
In a world aside
As content absentee,
From time crippling
State of computerized,
At nerdish pace degree
Will charade thus to flee,
To their googleland addiction!
‘Tis but the hand
Of skepticism,
Politicos impart
The cryptic seed,
Which germinates
Its sorry feed
That instigates
Such pessimism,
While in the face
Of their betrayal
Cynicism flies,
To force impede
Inertia’s deed,
Chose let slide
Our trust naïve,
Turns to deride
Their legacy,
Now earth’s peril
Would see it turn
To lifeless dust,
Before the end
Of meager ride
Life did provide!
I can yet think
Of years misused,
Forced to ignore
Such clever ruse
That favored not
Being explored,
And so abused
Left us indifferent
To breaking rules,
Thus giving way
To satisfying
Our aspirations,
Might offer why
We did survive
Beyond an easy alibi…
Of breaking rules
We set the bar,
Avoiding lures
That favored fools,
And might abide
Impede our stride,
If memory serves
Most rules that be
We’d broken every three,
With honorable intention!
Poetry on a Canapé 