Butterflies

             – by the bye –

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Butterflies

– by the bye –

Not incidental
We butterflies,
Ever so gentle 
Yet by the bye,
As ornamental 
To  human eye, 
Will so trample
Reasoning why,
Be florae ample
Ye soon realize,
Holds butterfly
Reach to offer life,
Or graces the sky
As fitfully dancing,
Be fulfilling his bye
The while ambling by! 

                                © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                       written in Sweetsburg
                                           	           July 22, 2022

Music -  Vivaldi L’estro armonica Op.3 Violin Ccocerto
Photography - Marianne Dessis & Wikimedia Commons
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

Hardly Ever

       – close to hereafter –

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       – close to hereafter –

Tho ye be willing
To bear whatever,
Without doubting 
Be gods endeavour, 
Thus, but conciliate
Ye fate ain’t forever, 
So relieved of debates
It reaches far of tether,
As life’s concealed date
Thence holds hardly ever,
You’d be close to hereafter! 


                                       Ode to Edgar Allan Poe,
		                             master of morbidity…

                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier 


Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of The Violin Concertos, by J.S. Bach 
Audio recital – by Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                               written in Sweetsburg
					           March 12, 2022

If Truth Be Told – how then discern –

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If Truth Be Told 
	- how then discern -

If truth be told
Will it yet reach,
Its vision worthy
Of ether entreat,
Not bent in guile
Of vitiate deceit, 
Yet who’s to say 
Man didn’t teach,
The gods’ sly way
Thus so to breach,
How then discern
Of which we speak,
Thus be held truth 
Or but failed preach,
Aimed credible to hold
Tho history has its doubt,
If man’s veiled truth be told!

						        © Jean-Jacques Fournier
						      
					inspired from the poem Truth be Xenophanes 
					          Greek philosopher, theologian, poet
						  for timeless words of wisdom!

Imagery - Public & Personal ...
Music - Whose There by Peter Sandberg ...
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re-written in Sweetsburg
March 26, 2021

“ 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

 

 

“ If Truth Be Told ”~ how then discern ~

If truth be told

I will yet reach,

A vision worthy

Cosmos entreats,

Not bent chicane

Of vitiate deceit,

Yet who’s to say

Man didn’t teach,

The gods sly ways,

Thus so to breach,

How then discern

Of which I speak,

Thus be held truth

Or but failed preach,

Too credible to hold

Tho history has one doubt,

Of man’s hidden truth be told!

 

                    this poem was inspired by the poem ‘Truth’

                                written by Xenophanes,

                                              Greek philosopher, theologian and poet.

 

 

 

                                                                       
                                                                                      

 

“ I Walk Alone ”~upon this road ~

 

Life has me walk

This reach alone,

To suffer gauge

My weary bones,

With body’s age

I now but trip,

Upon this road

Lacking the fit,

Youth so defined

Tells be the image

Of ebbing time,

With faint recall

Can now but pine,

For home of old

When we explored,

First living bold

Did create lore,

Worth being told

Sufficient to entreat,

What equates hope

Though incomplete,

We’d learnt to cope

Life’s fickle sweeps…

 

I walk alone

In faded colours,

Upon this road

Of no return,

Held be my destined keep!

 

“ Doing It Right ” ~ bids ne’er guarantee ~

You reach a point

Has you convinced

You’ve done it right,

That you’d persist

Thus without doubt,

Despite held plight

And risk of drought,

Refuses to detract

Obeying ones intuit,

That finds shed light

On wants get it done

With implied insight,

Hence doing it right

In spite of perchance,

Fickle fate chose slight

To state obvious stand,

Bids ne’er a guarantee!

“ The Dark of Limbo ” ~ begs a morrow ~

I reach for her
Tho well I know
‘Tis but a shadow
I shall find,
I call her name
And hear awash
Its echoed sound
Implying limbo’s tide
Has carried it beyond…

In shades abutting dark
I barely see her face,
As I endure await
An end to limbo’s fate,
Thus beg that morrow
Finds an escape,
Where she may reach
The end of sorrow,
Beyond the dark of limbo!

“ Credulity of Illusions ” ~ fails reach the now ~

 

Delusion of the future

Alleges render held sum,

Ensures inevitability

Of apotheosis to come,

While of faint store

Who’s to say we’d find,

A time that offers more

Meant fated be so kind,

Thus best we not succumb

To credulity of illusions,

That yet fails reach the now!

“ In Echo’s Reach ” ~ I can yet hear ~

I can yet hear

In echo’s reach,

A lingering sound

Of surging waves,

Resounds in each

A plea begs save,

Tho well beyond

Risk may be found,

To now gain near

This time around,

That one may hear

Man anguished cry,

Wants but survive!