“ A Thought ” ~ I beg hold ~

On my mind

Be a thought

I beg hold,

Plead ought

Despite told,

Stated recall

Running cold,

As age’s gift

Aims uphold,

Its fated way

To so define,

A wary play

For its time,

Be a thought

In grey mind,

Slipping away

Denied bind,

Despite sway

Means to find,

Its abject guide,

That it may stay

As thought of worth ,

To indulge fading days!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ One More Time ” ~ while fate inclines ~

Perhaps a chance,

Tho seems offhand

Fate offered stance

Made understand,

Meant sway emotive

One more time,

Viewed start again

While fate inclines,

Grants you may gain

That ease of mind,

To give emotions chance

With someone worth,

Expressed at glance

Points to unearth

Courage past mine,

Did find a level ground

For one more time around!

inspired by, thus for MD, the brightest star in my haven!

“ Sway ” ~ just enough ~

Sway

Just enough

To give hope a ray,

Sway

A bit more

To let me find

The way,

Sway

Then again,

To so compose

You’d have me stay,

Sway

Fate might fix

Life be with love

More than a day,

Sway

To find share

Destined replete

Be criteria’s fare,

Sway

Life be free

Of bent aspirants,

And political tyrants,

Sway

Alas man finds

Give life to dreams,

Barring nightmare,

If incubi, succubi be there

For ones held pleasures!

 

“ Man’s Hold ” ~ means to be fed ~

A singular being
Akin to whole,
Who so composed
Said worthy soul,
Be for man’s hold
Who means be fed
Criteria set at gold,
What he inclines,
Wouldst so conjure
His bidding designs,
So with wile he lures
A yet fallible mind,
However be times
Anguish will sway,
Doubt finds its way
To a vibrant head,
Where fate declines!

“ What Will Hold Sway ” ~ to be rid of hate ~

 

One ceases wonder

What might hold sway,

On yet reached state

Gone beyond late,

Would set us free

In time be rid of hate,

To not play race

Nor creed or faith,

Means embrace bait,

Preached by man dubious

In a dogmatic place,

In grips now held as bold

Where power so extols,

Man would find to call fate!

 

ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…

 

“ Temperament ” ~ elicitor of emotions ~

 

Temperament

Elicitor of emotions,

Diabolical channel

Of reactions,

Discombobulating

A gentle state,

Wants be my fate…

 

Temperament

Destabilizing

Congruence,

Imposing burdens

Of wrathful kind…

 

Temperament

Blackened by stage

Of paroxysmal rage,

Like an enervate pawn

I search to stay the way,

Of temperamental sway!