“ In Whom We Trust ” – a pledge unyielding –

We’ll spend much of our life

Believing we’ve support,

Even whom be cause of strife

And others who purport,

Want offer pledge unyielding

Yet fail recognize distort,

Despite discernably unfeeling

Considers ‘tis of import,

With a pledge ne’er fulfillable

Bidden by beguiling sort,

For if be a trust ill affordable

Best one accepts negate,

That which faux devotees hide

In a dark they generate,

Till they detect credulous side

Of dim trust to postulate,

Would ne’er need don disguise

As sad side of man’s make,

Has ample cover for shady side…

 

Alas what trust you had,

Bore soon be brushed aside

Save be for those at ease,

With deceitful vow devised

May for a time succeed,

As a perceived guile denies

The false of it bares rust,

That has karma take a stand

On sham assured commit,

Tho ‘tis far from wonderland

Pledge adamant be must,

Tho man ne’er understands

Yet deigns find a love lost,

In a pledge tho second hand

While one must learn to trust!

 

                                                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

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“ Don’t Stop ” – for egoist thought –

There is a part of us

That will not stop,

Tugged by the other

With egoist thought,

On all that matters

Of living life sought,

As an ultimate factor

Would dissertate not,

What the other fosters

Said vantage together,

For what soul bought

And so found garner,

As life’s integral state

Tho now to discover,

Be of dubious grace

Soul can but borrow,

Our meagre lifespan

Held bogus of equity,

Amounting to nought

Put aside the self-pity,

With a brief time allot

For extent it shall hold,

That may ne’er realize,

Dream of eon time bold

In borrowed life implied…

 

Yet want be part of don’t stop

Thus to prevent a love nought,

Who’d not shed want be alive

When life together ’tis a must,

From ye newborn to grown old

Said reaching so until near dust!

 

                                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Old Lovers ” – neath layers of bold cover –

Old lovers do know,

Of a love be above

In time would show,

From a simple love

To true love be so,

When it will reveal

Held prone to grow,

Fate did fix it real

Be from its arrival,

Has you beholding

For love yet unreal,

Tho feels beholden

To heart’s appeal,

Save love finds flee

With lover disorder,

As such beings we be

Want to hold forever,

Tho will find to agree

True love’s the beggar,

Said to be for one’s love

The while fail to discover,

Be what tells an old lover

Neath layers of bold cover,

Be love fashioned for others

And what help they’d bestow,

For determined young lovers

Be of love they’ll want know,

Neath layers, of old lovers bold cover!

 

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ Apostrophizing ” ~ to form a connection ~

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

 

 

“ Life ” ~ be but a minute ~

As journey’s impart

Finds  compose,

A life held chart

Of  fading echoes,

Images seek focus

On a wistful past,

As recall delves

In dormant baggage,

Where marks a start

Of minute’s living,

Which is to be our life…

 

As life be but a minute

I’ve no time left to waste,

So overlook my rancour

If you crowd my space,

Or find ye be  anchor

In my short-lived race,

Tho I sound rather terse

I’m not without candour,

So empathize my strife

For with so little time,

I’ve reason to make haste…

 

I might have shown fear

Or shed a meagre tear,

To decelerate the process

That fixed  fall’s arrival,

In the wake of all that dies

As will a prized September,

Thus with all it finds allied

Seek peace with December,

For soon you’re gone to rest

To lie neath earthen blanket,

Should minute’s life end next!

 

                                                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Better Now ” ~ than never ~

Not now inferred,

Tho better now

Than never,

Having heard

That life won’t wait,

For proclivity defers

To coherent state,

With time’s demise

Means but forsake,                                      

While one holds blindly

As master of time’s fate,

Hence to indulge full taste

Ideates point in time repeats,

Thus feigns replace life he wastes

Before that final bow it takes!

                                                            ode to the never fully present…