Silly Poem – Divvy Dong

A response to Boris’ fine use of alliteration in his ‘dribble, drift, delay and dither’ drivel of a ‘Get Brexit Done!’ campaign.   Boris, dithering, dipped and dripped. “Well, I’ll be danged, if I didn’t deliver!” he drivelled, demented, dribbling, and delayed.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 24th November 2019 Image by kie-ker from…

Silly Poem – The Sameness of Buns

In protest against the standards of sameness in bun-size, required by Pru & Co. in today’s episode of Junior British Bake-Off.   All similar and consistent in size, great texture and beautifully shaped, well-coloured and spiced, looks lovely and tastes delicious, but missing a bit of the … indefinable three-dimensional character that comes with being…

Silly Poem – Rumblings

The rumbling gets to me in the way a not great thing grates upon a person. All of the rumbles and snorts and puffs intrude upon my sense of who I am and interfere with that which might be the continuation of myself, if it were allowed to continue, undisturbed by the inconvenience of the…

A Silly Poem – No Views

No views. Is business a card, distributed to many, if the many see no purpose in following it through? Have I been reduced to a card of many that produces nothing? Am I a reduction? Will someone find me, someday, in the pocket of a charity shop jacket, and will they pick me up and…

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 Pixabay Savvy Style…

Silly Poem – Decommissioned

We’ve done what we can, but … we can no more control you than abandon.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay   Other posts by Jay Cool. Please read and leave a review. 55: Finiarted 21: Daredevil Dinah 12: Clean Oven A Recent View: A Silly…

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