When is a poet
A poet to be,
How will he know
It won’t be free,
To find reveal
What he’s to tell,
Starts on journey
Going thru hell,
Hence be the way
He learns to feel,
Afore he can say
What is real,
Thus to give sway
To worthy notions,
Be want of attention
To issues deserved,
More than allusions
Kept in reserve,
The while he lives
Born of a heart
Which can but give,
To occupy minds
That a poet seeks find!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
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
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
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!
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!
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…
You’re of a mind
Life starts betwixt,
Somewhere in time
And place defined
Where being exists,
In advent reached
Of evolutionary feel,
Where light gives sway
To ontogenetic mind
Would recognize real,
To but later lament
Man fails realize,
Exploited be his demise!
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!
Poetry on a Canapé 