Of boundless hope
And as many misses,
Be mindful of scope
Said life’s caprices,
We forever grope
Beyond ambitious,
Till ‘tis contrary
To fates chose dishes,
And lacking the parity
In positives we seek,
To end endless hope
Cast by devilish cheats,
Orchestrating its misses!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Of then held time
Fate may have chose
For puerile mind,
Misguided dose
Of illogical define,
Meant one embrace
State of mindful blind,
To an iniquitous world
Mindless of its decline!
I’ve want to find
But simple words
Held be accessible,
Though at times
May fail to rate
Idea of equitable,
To compose state
Complex in thought,
That fosters lend
Worth contemplate,
Cause means intend
Reason perceived
Despite a mindful bend,
Bar should frustrate,
Appeal to intellectuality!
I’m mindful
In my sleep,
Though I know
It’s not unique,
To thus recall
While part dead,
Afflicted all
Held as we sleep,
Be ones stead
Hence so to reap,
What lies ahead!
One day here
The next not,
An inherent pull
Said begot,
Has you gone
Somewhat fraught,
Be hardly mindful
Of surrounds,
Fate chose impose
Wills you bound
To board its purpose,
Hence to compose
You hold return
To haven born,
And so arrive
Thus feeling worn,
Tho far from decomposed!
ode to Edgar Allan Poe
Poetry on a canapé 