37: Lippy

  Saturdays are, of course, fab; it being, for the majority of humans, the day after the workday of Friday. But how long does the reverie last for before imminent Sunday intrudes? And, for how many of us, is Sunday (far from being a day of rest) a day of enthusiastic-I’m-so-ahead-of-myself planning for Monday andContinue reading “37: Lippy”

36: Love Is

What is love, if not that feeling of elation experienced is one heeds the ‘stop’ sign for a moment (or lots of moments) and notices … … notices, the contrasting colours in the land where we stand?   The flowers in our hedgerows: The leaves at our feet: The homes of our little folks: AndContinue reading “36: Love Is”

Vestibule: A Savvy Poem

  Making my entrance, I felt proud. I was in a trance, to be fair – a daydream! A dream in which I felt appreciated, a dream in which the face that looked like mine had a purpose.   When the enchantment ended, I was loud. to be fair, then I was disturbed and –Continue reading “Vestibule: A Savvy Poem”

Rufescent: A Cool-Red Poem

    Confronted – a crook of a man too cool to be constant, all cooked up inside, and lacking a conscience – colours.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019       Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay

Exonerated: A Silly Poem

My ex – who I berated severely (the rat!) – was not, as it turned out, the one, but no, no, I will not say I hate him, as that would be to rate him; but neither is he now, or at any other time – exonerated!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019  Continue reading “Exonerated: A Silly Poem”

35: Another Work Day

Blah, blah, blah! Jay? Be with you in a couple of seconds! Blah, blah, blah! But, but, but! Jay, Jay, Jay! Be with you … But, but, but …. On and on the voices drone and pester. (Just how much longer can I take?) One moment! But, blah, blah, blah! AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHHHHHH! But, Jay? But, but, blah,Continue reading “35: Another Work Day”

34: Work Day

  I go to work. I feel like One-Strike Filler. I return home and catch up with Love Island. So many One-Strike Fillers using their strikes up on others. I use up my one strike. on myself.   No point in wastage!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Quotidian: A Savvy PoemContinue reading “34: Work Day”

Quotidian: A Savvy Poem

I am, they say, bland. Bland, ordinary, everyday – drab! Being drab, I land in a bland sort of way – as a tiny ripple, barely noticeable, until – swept up by invisibility, my everything becomes your everything: greedy, ravenous, destructive and DELICIOUS.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by Dina DeeContinue reading “Quotidian: A Savvy Poem”