“ Friend ” – a singular entitlement –

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“ Friend ”

        – a singular entitlement –

Why do they call me friend…

What is their cause

Or purpose

To judge me worthy,

That they should levy

Such expression of regard,

Entrust this much

Responsibility,

To be bestowed

Upon my person,

Thus be asked to manage

With this impressive status…

And to this title friend

A singular entitlement,

Who finds possess

Such impartiality,

Could deem me deserving

Or indeed of capability,

To discharge such obligation

Required and implied,

One has that ability

When one is given title,

That of being called friend…

Why do they call me friend!

 

                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                           written in Vence

                                                                                     March 19, 2002

Photos – by MD & Private collection

Music – by Elegant Saturday Jazz

“ A Garrulous Mind ” ~ in a conformist soul ~

 

In a held conformist soul,

Serves a garrulous mind

That won’t abort its hold,

And matters not be blind

To ludicrous not so droll,

Whatever reason binds

Purpose to feed its psyche,

As it tends to prattle on

Till weariness finds a hole,

For loquaciousness to be gone

In favour of enlightened whole!

 

                                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Contribution ”~ of what purpose ~

There comes a time

Said of aspirants,

Your contribution

Has now scant merit,

Hence undermines

What be of worth,

And clutters mind

With offered dearth,

Of views passé

Bears draw the line,

To thus oblige

New age opine,

With neoteric bent

For uncluttered time,

Begs liberal mention

Of enlightened genre…

 

Alas be of what purpose

Weathered contributions,

Declared be of scant merit!

 

                                                – a reflection on man’s eventual worth,

                                                                      while questioning his legacy

                                                                                  of today’s world state – 

                                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Every Season ” ~ has a reason ~

 

Every season

In nature’s bent,

Finds purpose

For renewal,

That celebrates

Each wont advent

Not as infinity’s rival

But a cycle of revival…

 

Yet we creatures

Suffer brevity

Of a single stay,

A hoped-for reach

Though time decreed

Life be held brief,

And so ephemeral

Deemed beg amend

Wouldst be in vain,

To imitate seasons

That never fully fade,

Thus likely  reason

Life then returns again!

 

“ Vanished ” ~ a lost friend ~

Will I be there

As I intend,

With ample time

For a lost friend,

He of a mind

Echoing mine,

Did one day pen

The like inspired

Might find amends…

 

No matter where

I seek to find,

Not in a state

To care too late  ,

But wits aware

To so repair,

Purpose aligned

Those years ago,

Since undermined…   

 

Tho life bids want,

Care but suggests

To not long dwell

The depths of hell,

Save there be more

Of lived before,

A friendship set adrift

Yet not quite vanished!

“ Being Perfect ” ~ within ones imperfections ~

There’s perfection

In my intent,

And high purpose

Of objectives,

Tho often I fail reach

Dedication I so seek,

That which heighten

My pursuits

To avoid mediocrity,                                                                 

Ever poised to posture

Over looming insufficiency…

 

Thus I struggle

To construct,

Words of import

Meritorious as I must,

Apposed in a fashion

To inspire interaction,

Being perfect my resolve,

Like a more inspired fellow

May find in imperfection!