“ 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

 

 

 

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“ He Is As One ” ~ with he who lives inside ~

 

He is as one

With he whom resides

Abidingly inside,

Who lived within

When body draped

With youthful skin,

Yet he who be therein

Albeit much the same,

Not so the he we see

Worn more than thin,

With cragged façade

Those years did carve,

Upon a now worn lad

The while resides as one,

With he who lives inside!

 

                                                       ode to they who have arrived

 

“ A State ” ~ of coulda, woulda, shoulda ~

 

One ought want find

Avoid the pall,

Of a state inclined

To suffer stall,

Abiding coulda

To survive,

A mental bent

Of less than wild,

Thru vacillating

In woulda tried,

Instead of plunging  

Both feet in the tide,

Though ne’er but clear

One shoulda chose the ride,

Save to discover the other side

Of procrastinator’s thin abide,

To suffer coulda, woulda, shoulda,

And thus forgoing the worth while!

 

” To Reinvent ” ~ one more time ~

 

Life tends imply

It be no longer,

Than a wink

Or a wave goodbye,

So reach to think

Of years lucent,

As time wears thin

And soon be spent,                   

When soul therein

Suggest ones done

From life now spun,

Hence without fuss

Foster what ye must

For one more time,

Thus so to reinvent!

 

 

“ Thin Skin ” ~ of time ~

Move on

It’s but one turn,

In your thin skin

Of time,

Make room

Tho you may think

You are immune,

With feelings young,

Enough to change

With each full moon…

 

Your nature

To take risk

Back then be fine,

When a near miss

Be akin to easy kiss, 

Save but life now

Holds near the winter

Of your seasons,

Calls for reason…

 

So think ahead

The while you find

To keep your head,                                              

For quite  likely

You’ve feelings

Of good stead,

Those left behind

Yet far from dead,          

Though well ahead,

Of held thin skin of time!