Image by satynek from Pixabay From here, the way I see it, is that the rest of the world has got itself all fluffed up over nothing. Where’s the pleasure in climbing high, at always looking out for more money for tomorrow? Why not enjoy the day? Today, you have friends. Tomorrow, in theContinue reading “From Where I’m Looking”
Category Archives: Silly-Savvy Poems
April
In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone. In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective. In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself. In April, I become myself. In April, I write and write and write. In April, I blossom into a youth that is me. In April, I am. CopyrightContinue reading “April”
Feeling Real Fine
I lift myself up, up, up, up, and away, flying higher than high, and, somehow, it is done without trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes, I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and feeling, at last, but notContinue reading “Feeling Real Fine”
Second Happiest
If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first? And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star, and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes Babergh the fourth happiest place. What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,Continue reading “Second Happiest”
Gaslit
Gas attempts to infiltrate via the gaps between flashes of my thoughts, gut the gaps, being gaps, are gapless. Gas, failing to infiltrate, instead up ……………… and I shine across ————————–> borders. me lights Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by calimiel from Pixabay
Roller Coaster Toxicity
Twenty-three years of riding, elevated up and dropped right down; in the twenty-fourth year, I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by stokpic from Pixabay
Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets
Inspired by a fellow-blogger’s post. ‘Take your hands out of your pockets,’ she barks, pocket-like. ‘Stand up straight and don’t slouch!’ Alarmed, my hair stands up, shock-like. Fearful, my stomach shrinks into itself and my shoulders roll, as my eyes fall out of their sockets and bounce onto the classroom floor. My hands become awareContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets”
In the Fullness of My Mind
My mind being full, I am no less than its whole, and no more than that, there being no scope for overflow, no gutters, pipes or drains to wash away the fullness of me. There are, of course, fools with less, who will fear, always, the completeness of the fullness of the minds of theContinue reading “In the Fullness of My Mind”
Feet Filling
Sound squealing into his head, drowning out all sense of self and beingness; he lies on his back, sticks his feet up and into the sound, into the squeal, seeking to fill up some of the space of sound with the bones and flesh of toes, soles, tendons and heels, that may, or may notContinue reading “Feet Filling”
Not Nothing
We bat away the fog and walk through onslaughts pulling out the arrows and battling on, knowing that to stand by and to say nothing, in the knowledge of the wrongs committed by those who know everything, but see nothing, would be wrong, even thoughContinue reading “Not Nothing”
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