“ The Book ” – of blank pages –

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  An author’s torment – revisited

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“ The Book ”

         – of blank pages –

A book in search

Of giving birth,

To pages blank,

Free of dearth

Hopes but record,

View so composed

Of words in accord,

To author predisposed

Might ease the way,

That dares initiate

A scribe’s want say,

Without hesitate

When he finds a play,

Empty of intimidate

Upon a virgin page,

The while a book awaits

Words chosen to breathe life,

To the uninhabited posed state

Held be the book, of blank pages!

 

                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                     Written in Roma, It. 2013

      Music, Gymnopédie No.1 – Erik Satie …

 

 

“ We The Homeless ” – not by choice – revisited

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“ We The Homeless ”

       – not by choice – revisited

It’s not by choice,

We’ve but the street

For our new host,

In this life gone bleak

It be thus a last resort,

Begs we’d not seek

Wanting as consort,

Held so to speak

Apt be a gritty ghost,

Led we live incomplete

Having lost one’s voice,

Mindful of our fate

Now being without choice,

In a discombobulated state

That be life on the street,

The while this last resort

Be until we are too weak,

To drag our bones to port

In a life of empty options,

That be for we the homeless,

Held fixed to muted notions

Reduced we be to nameless,

Drifting in crowded sad seclusion

We’ve to live as shadows on the street…

 

Suffer alas said we the homeless

In a populous fashioned by human apathy,

Offered in overwhelming abundance

To a growing number of ignored failed voices…

 

We the homeless, not by choice!

 

                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                         Photography, by Marianne Dessis –

                                                              Music, by Kai Engel –

 

“ I Never Do Insist ” – tho I so bid –

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I Never Do Insist

                      – tho I so bid –

I badger

I pressure,

I brow beat

I pester,

To evoke lament

For cause gone amiss,

If need be torment

But I never do insist…

 

I dismiss

I displace,

I’m remiss

To disgrace,

And erase

To save face,

When I’m out of place

But I never do insist…

 

I coerce

I compel,

I harass

I cajole,

And kick ass

If they sass,

Save always with class

But I never do insist…

 

I dare say

I don’t grieve,

When invited

Tho peeved,

I do state

I’ve a knack,

If there’s call

To achieve,

Any way        

There’s a need,

Of obtuse to be rid

It’s no feat I so bid,

But I never do insist!

 

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Look For Shadows ” – be a haven I seek –

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” Look For Shadows “

                       – be a haven I seek –

Should I opt

To elude a state

Plays me bleak

I’d want but flee,

Be a haven I seek

Where I may find,

The denied peace

In docile shadows,

Of place nigh blind

To hold somber mind…

 

So on a day

The sun is strong,

You may perceive  

I’m gone too long,

Held be soul lost

‘Tis surely mine,

So should ye find

Your way in time,

Look for shadows

For there I’ll be,

With austere mind

Wants not depart,

Ill-fated so resigned!

                                      

                        ode to the love of a brother lost

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

    

“ Earthly Space ” – in a deadly race –

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“ Earthly Space ”

                                  – in a deadly race –

Pending we find

Be fated space,

Afore we in time

Do evaporate,

Past our assign

At carnage rate,

Thus so spent

Oblivious of state,

In a desolate bent

Of what we’ve left,

In a deadly race,

Too soon reduced

To depleted place,

Of carved out caves

We’ll surely face,

In dire need to stave

Forces waiting hungrily,

Held lowly knaves,

Who’d greedily engage,

Imperiling earthly space,

Albeit by then our grave!

                                                                    written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Apostrophizing ” ~ to form a connection ~

We’re held believe,

Life offers beings

A state perceived,

As an apostrophe

Of human needs,

Held best allayed

By transient bond,

Save best ignored

Till they abscond,

Supernumeraries

Of guile abound,

With ignobility

Of such ineptness,

As to apostrophizing

To form a connection,

Holds short imagining

Word worth excogitation!

                                                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Conversations ” ~ with me, myself and I ~

I am curiously held aware

Being conscious of converse,

That it’s natural to beware

In an age amorally perverse,

Where humankind despairs

Of conversations so adverse,

Suggesting interest to be fair

Yet holds intent to be averse…

 

Tho it be of and by myself

I fancied be a person free,

That which would dominate

The better part of early me,

Who’d ideate a perfect fate

To fill that emptiness I see,

In dreams imaging a wake

Conversely so I want to flee…

 

Be a time knew not of fast

Nor forcing to make haste,

Or find way to further last

In concert with moral taste,

Whose worth would so cast

The value of contented state,

While forgetting not the past

To help shape avert mistakes,

In conversations that will task

Beyond with me, myself and I!

                                                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Better Now ” ~ than never ~

Not now inferred,

Tho better now

Than never,

Having heard

That life won’t wait,

For proclivity defers

To coherent state,

With time’s demise

Means but forsake,                                      

While one holds blindly

As master of time’s fate,

Hence to indulge full taste

Ideates point in time repeats,

Thus feigns replace life he wastes

Before that final bow it takes!

                                                            ode to the never fully present…

 

 

 

 

“ A Perfidious Ruse ” ~ waiting for peace ~

I wait for peace

Despite discord,

Eager to reach

Warless afford,

A pact to cease

The overboard,

Of man’s fixate

In a greed state,

While anxious

In fear I await,

The price to pay

For callous ear,

Ignored of way

To render clear,

We left behind

Chances galore,

Of unused time

To amend score,

Waiting for peace

To accentuate life,

In lieu of wanton abuse

And man’s warring rife,

He plays peace as a perfidious ruse!

“ Uncertainty ” ~ a state of mind ~

Be reasons fraught
Of matter not forgot,
That perches now
Upon my brow,
Hiding mind’s frown
For it so sought,
To not have caught
Reflections of a sort,
Memory so defined
Meant for abort,
Best left behind
As be points mute,
To image words
Would substitute,
A state be mine
Ceased to give weight,
Upon such thought
Found to provoke,
Beyond the where
Resides no hope,
And self deception
Ignores one heed,
Life breathes uncertainty!