painting by Claude Monet
“ The Last Train ” – may have gone –
I’d bought in too
A youth’s fallacy,
Ye want find true
Save failed to see,
Fate shan’t renew
A life forever be,
Tho we continue
Frivolously free,
To ponder pursue
And endlessly roam,
Tho state of askew
Too far from home,
Long past ye renew
Will find one alone,
When the last train
Now may have gone!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Old lovers do know,
Of a love be above
In time would show,
From a simple love
To true love be so,
When it will reveal
Held prone to grow,
Fate did fix it real
Be from its arrival,
Has you beholding
For love yet unreal,
Tho feels beholden
To heart’s appeal,
Save love finds flee
With lover disorder,
As such beings we be
Want to hold forever,
Tho will find to agree
True love’s the beggar,
Said to be for one’s love
The while fail to discover,
Be what tells an old lover
Neath layers of bold cover,
Be love fashioned for others
And what help they’d bestow,
For determined young lovers
Be of love they’ll want know,
Neath layers, of old lovers bold cover!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Colour me human
Be her ambition
In world to imbue,
With exacting will
Wants vibrant hue,
Says ‘tis reflection
Of colours be true,
In shades held free
Save colour of blue,
Wouldst imply sad
Begs colour renew,
In the colour of life
Be the colour of you…
So colour me please
That I hypothesize,
To accept with ease
I’ll find empathize,
Fading life shades
May not so apprise,
We’ll soon turn blue
In a dank shady haze,
Not colour you chose
To best colour me too!
Poetry on a Canapé 