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The Meal  

– to follow –

Francisco de Goya, Saturno devorando

The Meal 
        - to follow -

If you’re to choose
The meal to follow,
You shall ne'er lose
Or find too shallow,  
Nor the while be late 
As to claim didn't know,
That meal you're to find
Wouldst taste but sorrow,
As world ogres want dine,
On repas that means you
Save one should awaken
To manage draw said line,
Which renders man shaken
Hence forever a lasting time,
Held so to ne’er again be taken
By the likes of the troll creatures,
Who'd hold claim to being human!

               
                             ode to Russia’s ogre,
                                  presently, Vladimir Putin…

                ©️ Jean-Jacques Fournier

First written in Ciboure, France  
October 11, 2022
Edited in Sweetsburg, Canada
November 6, 2022



 
by

Looking in a Blind Mind

                     – the while willing to wait –

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Looking in a Blind Mind

                    – the while willing to wait – 

A fellowman’s fate
Be in a blind mind,  
Short of haste state
For end of the line,
Will reason be late
A welcome assign, 
Thus eager to wait
On ploy of resign,
Yet invokes debate
Tho beset inclined, 
May assure a place
At end of life's time,
As fellowman’s take
Endures a blind mind,
The while willing to wait!

Alas youth of long days,
		  be soon elders short nights…
               
      © Jean-Jacques Fournier 



Imagery – Painting -Venus discovers young man robbed of his youth. Unknown artist, Naples mid 1600s.
Music - Excerpt of - Pavane for a late father -
Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier


                                                                      written in Sweetsburg
					                                September 4, 2022








		
	
			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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Hardly Ever

	


		

		

       – close to hereafter –





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Hardly Ever





       – close to hereafter –





Tho ye be willing
To bear whatever,
Without doubting 
Be gods endeavour, 
Thus, but conciliate
Ye fate ain’t forever, 
So relieved of debates
It reaches far of tether,
As life’s concealed date
Thence holds hardly ever,
You’d be close to hereafter! 


                                       Ode to Edgar Allan Poe,
		                             master of morbidity…

                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier 


Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of The Violin Concertos, by J.S. Bach 
Audio recital – by Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                               written in Sweetsburg
					           March 12, 2022




			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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Alive at Stake

	


		

		

          – in futile haste –










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Alive at Stake





 – in futile haste –





It ought count
Tho ye be late,
By the amount
We deliberate,
Given account
In futile haste,
Of tantamount
To a gale waste,
And life be cast
As to expediate,
The useless sass 
Need find erase,
Fixes mind blur 
Till ye learn way,
Set plan deferred  
Wants obviate play,
The while alive at stake
Realizes ne’er too late,
To preclude futile haste!


                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier







Imagery - Wikimedia Commons ...
Music – excerpt of Bach - Toccata & Fugue
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier ...









				                  written in Sweetsburg
					              January 14, 2022
					        edited February 1, 2022


			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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Not a Cicada’s Kiss

	


		

		

– in said tinnitus –










Not a Cicada’s Kiss 





 – in said tinnitus –





There is a buzz
In said tinnitus,
Unknown cause
To seek litigious, 
For forceful kiss
Ye want to leave,
Its incessant hiss
That causes grieve, 
Won’t even pause
This vexing sound, 
Not a cicada’s kiss
One may’ve found,
In a summer’s bliss...






Be echoes of hell
Aims sibilant feel,
As wouldst a bell 
With endless peal,
And thus, can tell
A tintinnabulum,
Of alternate stead
Will find torment,
Ye wretched head,
Tho best decapitate 
If one foregoes too late,
Homopteran’s migrates 
In guise of a cicada’s kiss,
You’d realize be godless fate!

















© Jean-Jacques Fournier





written in Sweetsburg





July 29, 2021
















			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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The Sounds





              – of nature –





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I can remember
Hearing the sounds,
Till late September
Most to be found,
Echoes near all
Held us spellbound,
Yet soon to recall 
To be put aground,
For shy of enthrall  
Be mans contrives,
Wouldst thus anoint
With noise devised,
Beyond human point
To render us deaf,
He’d fashion disjoint
What life has left,
Of the lullaby sounds
Once natural to nature!  

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier








            
Images - Marianne Dessis ...
Music – Adagio Albinoni ...
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier ...

			                written in Sweetsburg
			                        June 7, 2021








                        

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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The Interruption  – of a restless sleep –

	


		

		






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The Interruption
       - of a restless sleep -





 Mind
  
 Wouldst plan,
 View holds 
 As theories can,
 If but an inkling
 Of purpose stands,
 To not be tinkering
 As world needs find,
 Collective peace of mind!  





 Running
  
 Running me
 To death,
 Afore finding 
 I had depth,
 Not as in seriatim 
 Seeking breadth,
 But to want done
 As a living objective,
 Despite our meagre run! 





 OverTime
  
 Then over time
 You meet death,
 Sits on the wings
 Of your breath,
 Thus never late
 Fate’s wily net,
 Finds confiscate
 A bit of life you’ve left! 






                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier
  
 Imagery - Personal and Public ...
 Music – Piano Jazz, a study...
 Audio - Recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier

 written in Sweetsburg  
February 7, 2021 







			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Fixing Now ”  ~ to look at what I see ~

	


		

		
 


I’ve looked back


At my surrounds,


And growing years


Hence to feel bound,


Need look again


As seems back then,


I’ve thin account


Of beauty all about


As though allure


Had been left out,


Thru failed record


On matters worth


Meant to absorb,


Yet angst insists


Ne’er be too late,


Want fixing now


To look at what I see…


 


Who could have known best


What beauty life held see,


Without we knew thus to invest,


That made us look at what we see!


                                                                               ode to the in-depth beauty


                                                                                                of natures creativity!


 

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Ageing ”  ~ a mortal bane ~

	


		

		




The world beholds


A budding mind


Of adolescent bold,


Who soon finds




Psyche in a bind, 


Needs mortally face




Youth be replaced,


To thus suffer


That nadir bath


On an ageing path,


The apathetic cold


In mortal bane hold… 


 


No one be immune   


To this adverse tune,                                                                     


Of fated waste 


Etching ones face, 


Hence with resign 


Aging so awaits




A fitting celebrate, 


Where you may find 


Me fashionably late!




			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ A Little Girl ”   ~ for so little time ~

	


		

		


A little girl tender,


For a short while


A singular child,


Gentle yet bold,


Till closing on old


Destines to unfold…


 


Ah little girl mine


For so little time,


How you so grow


Too fast to follow, 


Harder to mind


You’ve need of cover


To suffer words hollow,


The while discover


A rather hard swallow,


From all who ill choose


Find need to express,


Their sorry dim views…


 


Alas till the day


Humans so face,


Need find the way


To wholly embrace,


Child whose fate


Be a tiny step late,


But stir our desire


For little girl child,


Whose but few words


Finds love that inspires!