Late is late and once late there is nothing to be done about it – nothing that can be undone; there it is stuck out there all on it’s own LATE. Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020 Image…
Category: Silly-Savvy Poems
Jay Cool gets silly, and savvy, poeticisizing about: people, politics and the personal; and obsessing about: ageing, ancestors, mental health, Trump, freckles and moles, etc.
Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder
‘I hate Christmas – it’s murder!’ she said. ‘If it wasn’t for breakfast, I’d stay in my bed. Why eat a turkey, for lunch and for tea? Why kill this planet, when a lie-in’s for free?’ Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, December 2019 Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears Savvy Poem – Old Towns…
A Something Poem – January Blues
January slumps, grumping and grumbling at lives struggling against the tumble. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020
Silly Poem – Everything
You don’t always get the thing that is everything, because the thing that is everything you already have. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay Other posts by Jay Cool: Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton Cheer Savvy Book – The Last Savvy Comedy – Running Order
Serious Poem – Doubts
Doubts in my head – I beat them away, tell them to go, but still they come back, so I push them, throw them, blow them until they pop and with clear head, I know there’s time, still, to get on. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by Kira Hoffmann from Pixabay …
Savvy Poem – I See Them
Inspired by Willa Cather’s novel, ‘My Antonia’. I can see them now although I’d rather not. Why then, do I see them and what they are? Now. When really right now I would rather not. See. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by skeeze from Pixabay Other posts by Jay…
Silly Poem – Nurse My Toe
Inspired by fellow redhead, Fergie, and by Walter de La Mare’s poem, ‘Mistletoe’. Sitting under the mistletoe, I pause a while to nurse my toe. I know I cannot not ease the pain, indeed it drives me quite insane, But if, by chance, I get a frog – it’s just the tip that needs a…
Savvy Poem – Cruel Comfort
Inspired by the poem ‘Little Tree’ by e e cummings. How could I hope to comfort you? You with your feet hacked off, your roots left behind – left behind to be nourished – fed by your mothers and aunts, by those unwilling to let go of the remnants of an existence that once…
Savy Poem – Burnt Ice
As cold as cold, as hot as hot, shivering through and through, her skin burns to ice. Frostbitten and scorched, she rehatches. Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Tania Van den Berghen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Didn’t Silly Poem – Conwy Savvy Poem – Worthlessness
Savvy Poem – No Longer Relevant
Relevant no longer, and no longer relevant, I revel in the moment of a truth accidentally spoken, feeling all the weight of me lifted; lifted up and taken away by the accident of a truth, at last now spoken – my irrelevance having in that moment, at last, become relevant. Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…
