There is a love
In my life,
That is the love
Of my life,
And far above
My recites,
Or gods of love
Who bid light,
A state defines
Exquisite sight,
Fate so assigns
For my delight,
Until life runs
Me out of time!
for and about Marianne,
love of my life,
in its 17th year
of thaumaturgy delight…!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
P.S. this poem will appear in my new published book #16, soon to be released, entitled;
Love – by any definition – A Collection Of Love Poems … in a Poetry on a Canapé book…
You want black
It won’t be far,
You find tracts
Of spirit’s char,
You want dark
Just look about,
Man fixed stark
And imaged sad,
In fare he’s spun
Yet ne’er regard,
The ruin he runs
To distort colour,
That will blur sun
Thus attain pallor,
Till dark turns black
In a world so marred,
There be no turning back!
ode to Leonard Cohen
He runs to flee
The feel of death,
With a fearful bent
Fixed on his breath,
No doubt be spent
On a hapless plight,
Spinning out time
Thru day and night,
Desperate to shed
What blurs his mind,
Held be fixate
He must so mend,
Before it’s past late
For a dispossessed,
Who so condemned
Must live obsessed,
Save he should find
Plight’s end in time!
Ye may question
If I’ve sorted
Life’s accrues,
Thus so before
I’m to exit
From this land
In final snooze,
That who follow
Said loved best,
Find understand
I chose elect,
To so abscond
Until I opt
Hence to be gone,
Yet ready or not
I’m laid to rest
As the gods select,
To have my hide
When they decide,
That time runs out!
Poetry on a canapé 