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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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“ My Bibliotheca ”   – from old scribes,                                     to new books –

	


		

		
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Picture, Benedictine Monastery library founded in 1074.


Music, Book The Rental With It, by Rage


“ My Bibliotheca ”


                  – from old scribes,


                                to new books –


I’ve a library


Overflows,


With books


I’ve read,


While some


Want doze,


Tho be tale


Old that flows,


To ones soul


And so wait,


For old eyes


To be fed,


A said read


Afore avid dies…


 


I’ve books


In my veins,


That beg


Till it pains,


To be written


In stead,


Of poems


I’ve bled,


Would imbue


Near all said,


Tells it true


Of held books,


Be page anew


From birth,


Reaching out


Fated to end,


In man’s final berth!


             ode per se, to books held in one’s library…


                                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier



		
	

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ A Loaf of Bread ”  ~ a jug of wine,                               and thou ~

	


		

		
Held loaf of bread,


A jug of wine


And thou he’d said,


Be propitious find


Tho but line I read,


Fixed state of mind


Tho barb now dead,


Lived poetry’s sage


Long ago far ahead,


Of creation engaged


Tho of ancient past,


Did inspire persuade


Every nuance he cast,


Be a tableau each page


Stated words of Khayyâm!


 


                                                         ode to a great poet and polymath


                                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier