Silly Poem – Wednesday Morning

Wedded. Wedded to my nest, for this morning, this grey-ghastly-ghoulish morning, I say my vows, and write until my gangrene growls and grizzles its way to Godliness.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 16th October, 2019 Image by Heiko Stein from Pixabay   Savvy Books – Not Yet Wall Savvily-Serious Poem – Lift Lines Savvy…

Savvily-Silly Poem – Prescient

And here, in the now, I present my present self to my self still to come. And here, in the now, I present my self still to come to my present self. Myself is the only present that I will ever require. Precious. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019 Image by fancycrave1 from Pixabay…

Silly Poem – One In Before Midnight

Before Midnight arrived, I met the One, but, on the strike of 12, I fled, leaving behind not myself, but my shoe, complete with a note, saying ‘Do not pursue!’   And, after Midnight’s departure, I struck up with the next One.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 8th October, 2019 Image by Moshe Harosh…

Silly Poem – The Truth

Is the truth to be measured? Does it matter how much of all of it is the bit that is true? Or is it okay just to believe – in all of the bit of it and all of the rest?   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019     Image by PDPics from…

Quintessence

I quit. And in the quitting, I squint in the sunlight, and find, that at last, I make sense.       Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Featured image from Pixabay.com  

English & Proud?

  Those batty English Democrats are surely pretty dim To be living on an island when none of them can swim! I can see them standing straight and proud, all making such a din – when global warming takes its toll and the waves come rolling in!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019,…

Ruminating

  It’s a rum old deal, to have to empty out, because, as thoughts do intrude and escalate, I keep on writing – and I start to deflate! But, the wind is so loud, when the last does escape that, at that very point – I terminate.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019…

Obliteration: An Elegy

  Barely literate, and not rated, Trump lit his own fuse, turned red, and reiterated his desire to obliterate a whole country.   Being rational, and not rationed, the ralliers lit several fuses, turned to face the blighter, and reiterated a shared desire to obliterate the whole of the irrational.   And they did so –…

Retromingent

There was a fine man (he was such a gent!), whose smiles at his boss were not truly meant! Bitter, he was, with good reason to vent, So, with piss in his pistol, he shot back as <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<=============he went!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from…

Bummer: A Silly Poem

Leaden and bumbling, he stumbled and bled. Oh bummer, he mumbled, my bum is so numb – it would have been better to land on my tum! At this, his tum grumbled – it wanted some bread – though fat and well-rounded and recently fed. He tried to roll over – to get off his…