It has been told,
A man’s journey
Means to unfold,
From rather hazy
To a life whole,
With limits
Reaching bold,
When fate mandates
Man must have soul,
To suffer restless roads
And redeem his quondam hold,
For an ever unpredictable journey
We’ve to so effort toward life whole!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
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
I’ve journeyed
Thru a life
Of many paths,
But until now
Had marginalized
Times illusive avow
In future said to last,
That moves at speed
To ever looming past,
As memory goes soft
Aiming to exploit alas,
Where finds one lost
In the fixed unknown,
Of a trip that twists
Over downward
Tilting bend,
Where bedim of elation
Be the road’s end,
In a different journey
Started from within,
Save be a singular voyage
Meant to set free of chagrin,
The while making ones amends!
He’d long gone,
She so longed,
Both waiting
In the follows
Of their passion,
Living in a limbo
Of yearning love,
As from the sonset
Be as if time froze,
Wanting but a sign
That destiny impose,
Love be meant find
The journey home!
Through life
At first uncertain
Of the reason,
You learn endeavour
Not sure of purpose
For its season,
Then search
The darkness
With youthful zeal,
For meaning
‘Twould serve
To understand,
By what design
Life holds a measure
Of raison d’être…
Now you’ve gone
Journey beyond,
Inclined you pause,
If you’re to find
A worthy cause,
With or without
Said raison d’être!
There are friends
You take a lifetime
To discover,
And such friends
Who make a lifetime
A discovery
Worth the journey…
Somewhere
In that between,
There is a friend
With such affinity,
As to instantly
Be a lifetime friend,
Infinitely…
I’ve such a friend!
ode to Pierre Ste.Marie,
such a friend.
There be a time
In journey’s race,
You mean find
A fitting place,
To reach for life
On a second wind,
As a runner trims,
Might leave behind
Sources of strife,
For which we’ve paid
A wretched price,
Hence then embrace
That easy pace,
Akin to sublime,
One holds attain
On a second wind,
Reaching for life!
Poetry on a Canapé 