“ The Gift ” – of you –

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“ The Gift ”

             – of you –

I want not to forget

Fail having tried,

Or simply accept

I’ve reason to regret,

Mindful so I could

Be able to affect,

Without need to try

As if I could deny,

Our love grew beyond

You being easy on the eye…

 

I wanted to recall,

The times you tried

Offering your all,

And I too blind to see

Might’ve realized,

You so needed me,

As I you even more

Tho the gift offered,

I ne’er realized before

Had always been of you …

 

Doesn’t tax one’s memory

To recall there’d been many,

But none the worth, if any

Yet didn’t know enough

I’d the gift of you to hold,

But only now can tell

When grown wiser old,

While you, now too long gone

Be the gift, for someone else to hold!

 

                                                           written in Grasse Fr.

                                                                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ That Comfort ” ~ of resolve ~

You live with an issue

That stresses excess,

Thus until out of tissue

You’re forced address,

With corrective venue

Holds offer regress,

For needy disinvolve

That comfort will asset,

Hence set-up dissolve

That allows find repress,

In life’s thin resolve

Comfort will redress,

While fate confabulates absolve

Though it leaves you out of breath,

You’ve yet love of life reasons to evolve!

                                                                       

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ A Last Goodbye ” ~ gives reason pause ~

 

One wants believe

All we’ve achieved,

Would but forever

Live and breathe,

That fate abide

We share the lot

With those in need,

Thus to subscribe

In mindful cause

Be worth’s provide,

Before a last goodbye!

 

“ Wouldn’t It Be ” ~ wonderful ~

Wouldn’t it be
Marvellous,
Should we abide
We opt on side,
Reason decides
That feelings be,
As fate devised
Not self-absorbed
Or tend one sided,
Rid of overdrive
Thus so guided,
To fix on wouldn’t be
Anything but wonderful!

“ 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!

 

“ Now You’re Here ” ~ too soon you’re gone ~

 

Now you’re here,

Tho far too soon

You’re gone,

Leaving no reason

To the surrounds,

Save suggest year

Had but one season

Rather unclear,

Seen fulltime grey

With baleful demons,

No longer able

Kept at bay,

And so fate chose

You disappear,

To not extend

You suffer appear,

Another morrow’s day!

 

“ Take My Love ” ~ and dance ~

Give me love

Just a little,

Till you know

I won’t loose it,

Take your time

While you muse,

Shall we dance…

 

Tell me when,

Be your feeling

To declare,

That you care,

In the interim

Shall we dance…

 

I’ll be there,

If you choose,

To embrace,

We can share

What you feel,

For the while

Shall we dance…

 

When propitious

For love’s season,

Be fates chance

Held be reason,

Love means stay

Beyond grey,

Take my love

For we shall dance!

 

Writing – need there be reason –

 

Why do you write

Asked unabashed,

As tho an answer

Other than need,

May even succeed

In shedding light…                  

 

Forces be real

I heard my reply,

Helps  touch why

Tho ne’er quite sure

My words truly fly…

 

What do you write           

She offers in spite,

My hazy taunts

Not meant be trite,

I scribble of time

That shadows mine,

To divert attention

If lot whispers of death…

 

Fate may deny

Time I have left,

So while I’ve breath

And feelings to best,

I’ll write with my soul 

Thus wants life bold,

Without reason or why

For as long as I’ll get!

“ Ideology ” ~ no rhyme or reason ~

 

Must I reason

Human or humane

Be the apposite

For sapient homo ,

He whom we call man

At best a dubious being,

Yet mythically infer

Will lead to a safe haven

For his fellow creatures,

Who bask blindly

In naive assumption

Man be truly human,

When his inhumanness

Be without measure

Of rhyme or reason,

Begs question ideology,

Held man as being human!