“ 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

 

 

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“ 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

 

“ Tolerance ” ~ beyond limit ~

 

You aspired listen

To words true

Of assured veracity,

But what you hear

Be voice at odds,                                                      

Self-served askew

In object wanting,

That extends far

Of wisdom’s reach,

While our elect

Said meagre choice,

Of dubious advocate

Adversely foists,

Erroneous postulates

On beings hopeful,

Held beyond limit

Of noetic tolerance!