“ Don’t Stop ” – for egoist thought –

There’s 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

Should now discover,

Be of dubious grace

Soul can but borrow,

Of ones meagre space

Held bogus of equity,

Amounting to nought

Put aside the self-pity,

With brief time’s allot

For extent it shall hold,

That may ne’er realize,

Dream of eon time bold

In life borrowed implied…

 

Yet want part of don’t stop

From newborn to grow old

Hence want reaching till dust!

 

                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Love ” – of my life –

There is a love

In my life,

That is the love

Of my life,

And far above

My recites,

Or gods of love

Who bid light,

A state defines

Exquisite sight,

Fate so assigns

For my delight,

Until life runs

Me out of time!

                                                            for and about Marianne,

                                                                         love of my life,

                                                                              in its 17th year

                                                                                     of  thaumaturgy delight…!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

P.S. this poem will appear in my new published book #16, soon to be released, entitled;

Love – by any definition –    A Collection Of Love Poems … in a Poetry on a Canapé book…

 

 

 

“ Another Minute ” – then again –

Another minute

If not shorter,

There is a limit

Eventual fewer,

A matter lends

Now then again,

For time to end

But not before,

Ye make amend

For wasted time,

We do so spend

Be it a minute,

One left behind,

Or in between

Absent of mind,

We seek to gain

What will unfold,

Even to stumble

As age takes hold,

Be taste of humble

The while unfolds,

Another minute

Endures life’s toll,

Taken for granted

Presumes one find

Not empty handed

Tho beyond reach

Of another minute

Be wonted then again!

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

                                                                     ode to a very dear friend,

                                                                         Louise Fleischmann,

                                                           celebrating her Virgo Happy Birthday,

                                                                        today August 30, 2019

 

 

“ In Whom We Trust ” – a pledge unyielding –

We’ll spend much of our life

Believing we’ve support,

Even who be cause of strife

And others who purport,

Want offer pledge unyielding

Yet fail recognize distort,

Despite discernable unfeeling

Considers ‘tis of import,

With a pledge ne’er fulfillable

Bidden by beguiling sort,

For if be trust ill affordable

Best one accepts negate,

That faux devotees find 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,

Be 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,

For held karma take a stand

On sham assured commit,

Yet ‘tis far from wonderland

Pledge adamant be must,

Tho man ne’er understands

Yet deigns find a love lost,

In a pledge but second hand

While one must learn to trust!

 

                                                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ 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