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A Little More Time

              – if but to mark mine –

Salvador Dali

A Little More Time

 – if but to mark mine –






A little more time
To recall a mood
I’d left behind,
When early in life 
If but mark mine,
To allow for strife …

A little more time
To live with candour, 
Discover my other,
Whom I’d forsaken
In visions of grandeur…

A little more time
To shake free of talk
That life offers blindly, 
Overriding the clock…
 
A little more time 
To share a measure
Of neglected kindness, 
And taste the pleasure	
Of compassionateness…

A little more time
To recapture the scent 
Of evocative memories, 
With all of their follies
Life chose to be meant
If need be to mark mine! 






                                                        	   written in Sweetsburg
                                        		        © Jean-Jacques Fournier
                                                  		         May 18, 2005
				                              Re-versioned Nov. 21, 2022


			

			
						

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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      – in last resort – 










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People 





      – in last resort – 





It’s about space
As tho one’s life,
Be without waste 
Nor cause of strife, 
Wants but embrace
Fate’s meagre slice,
For disparaged people
Of need more than twice,
Found arrive in last resort
Assume realize its paradise,
Tho to find not be meant retort
But for people with a pair of dice,
Do for good or bad, end in last resort!


Image - Source -Wikimedia Commons …
Music - Chet Baker – excerpt, of Alone Together…
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier…






                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                         written in Sweetsburg
                                                                              February 18, 2022









		
	
			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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Brother – can you spare the time –

	


		

		






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Brother





       – can you spare the time –





The while not my bide
To thus beg for a dime,
For my perishing hide 
Too soon had its time,
Hence afore I’m dead
Mightn’t one not tout,
If you hadn’t yet read
I am no more about,
For ominous debate 
May but allow doubt,
Afore I be deaths bate 
Ought find while alive,
Can you spare the time,
A word or more tho late
To be that brother mine!


                           ode to a lost brother…


		                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier





Recalling those stories
Of the great depression,
In 1929 to 1933 to WW2
Be common to the times,
Being prelude to ill ease 
Found compose a poem,
Implores please, Brother 
Can you spare a dime, 
As the situate entreats
Thus to spare the time!







Images - Private & public
Music - Misery, by Jani Ukkonen
Audio recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier



	             ov written in Sweetsburg
	                   January 19, 2013
                            abridged edition 
                              June 21, 2021












			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Distant Faces ” – etched on my mind –

	


		

		

by Claude Théberge 1987
           ceramic mural 12 ‘ x 9’ for Eastern Topographies, 
Ossipee, New Hampshire, USA










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Distant Faces  





            – etched on my mind –





 There are traces
 From prior times, 
 Of distant faces
 Etched on my mind,
 That stay forever 
 Hence so adorn,
 A place of musing 
 Where past ground,
 Be worth pursuing
 Tho but a semblance,
 Might now be found…  

 As memories falter 
 Thus in mind’s eye,
 Imaginings alter
 And fall beyond,
 Familiar places 
 Of aging optimism, 
 In mature zeal 
 Be timeless isms,
 Scarcely notes real
 With fading traces,
 Of now distant faces… 

 Tho wishful thinking  
 Could yet show trace, 
 That offers an inkling 
 Alludes to per chance,
 A faint hint of passing
 Mightn’t ye remember,  
 Enough of such places
 May outlive December, 
 Has ye find the more, 
 Of now held distant faces!   

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
  
                          Ode to Hilary, Natalie and Wayne, old friends! 
                                    
 Mural - by artist Claude Theberge ...
 Faces - Personal & private collection ...
 Music - Excerpt of,  Night Jazz, by Chet Baker ...   











			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ A Joy ”  – imagined –

	


		

		
Bonheur_Matisse


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Art, The Joy of Life, Henri Matisse


Music, Kai Engel, Cabetet


“ A Joy ”


      – imagined –


A joy extant infers


Fate lets attain,


I find imagine


What ought contain,


Stuff be of dreams


Imaging the silken,


Rather than lined


In matters coarse,


Though often times


Joy be dark horse,


To masquerade


Masked as a rose,


In joyless shade,


Wanting but dispose…


 


Yet be this joy


Illusion’s dope,


Thirsting to enjoy


We live in hope,


Yet sadly fantasize


In musings empty,


Waiting joy incites


A moment of delight


To more than but survive!


                        A young man’s search recalling joy…




                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Being Perfect ”  – within ones imperfections – revisited

	


		

		
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                                       Sculpture “Searching for Utopia” by Jan Fabre,


                                                                                Exhibition in Firenze, It. 2016


 


“ Being Perfect ”


                    – within ones imperfections –


                                                         – revisited –


There’s perfection


In my intent,


And high purpose


Of objectives,


Tho often I fail reach


Dedication I so seek,


That which heighten


Held pursuit


To avoid mediocrity,


Ever poised to posture


Over looming insufficiency…




Thus I struggle


To construct,


Words of import


As meritorious I must,


Apposed in a fashion


To inspire interaction,


Being perfect my resolve,


Like a more inspired fellow


May find within ones imperfections!


 




                                    written in Grasse, Fr.


                                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier


 




 

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Of The Children ”~ be life’s lot ~

	


		

		
Who are these children


Man recognized not,


Though too be then


But a child fraught,


As adult apprized


More often forgot,


When the more wise


Yet forever the child,


None the less be life’s lot!


                                                                 for my friend Hülya N Yılmaz


 

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ The Crow ”   ~ that was ~

	


		

		
I am the crow


That was before,


Now made to go


For a last chore,


To find the place


Where I’m to lie,


As will old crows


When time to die,


The while remember


I am the crow,


Who with its caw


Be crow you saw,


Meant let you know


Hunger weren’t lore


Nor presence to ignore,


Tho now be just a crow


That is alas no more!