{John Clare had a lot to answer for, when he wrote ‘I am’.} Image courtesy of Pixabay.com (creative commons) I long for scenes where sweet goods tread A place where I can stop and stare A place to eat my chocolate spread, to pick and choose from all the fare. I long for scenes where tyrantsContinue reading “Longings”
Category Archives: Silly-Savvy Poems
Silly Poem – A Lie-In
{Written after a reading of William Wordsworth’s ‘A Slumber did my spirit steal’.} A Pixabay.com image (creative commons) A lie-in did my daughter steal; my goodwill then did vanish. She seemed to me a rum-old deal – her mess I had to manage! No conscience had she then, of course; she slept on through to lunch.Continue reading “Silly Poem – A Lie-In”
A Bod with a Mish-Mash that’s Wrong
{Insanity given sanction by a reading of Edwards Lear’s poem ‘The Dong with a Luminous Nose’.} ‘Spheres’ image from Pixabay.com When my body does shake and my mish-mash goes pong Under the boxes of ticks and the strain, I take to the pen and I scribble all day ’bout the thoughts that take over myContinue reading “A Bod with a Mish-Mash that’s Wrong”
Love Thyself
{Inspired by my ancestor William Wycherley’s lust for women of all varieties: ‘For Variety in Love’.} ‘Telephone Pole’ image from Pixabay.com (creative commons) To myself, I am devoted still, I’ll n’er grow bored, or have my fill, ’tis true that in my heart am I, Stuck thick as thieves to my great thigh! My thigh, it’sContinue reading “Love Thyself”
Washed-Out Socks
‘Washed Socks’ by Jay Cool Pink socks, and green, hanging out to dry – mingling into amber. A shade that suits a sallow skin – the ageing flakes of yellowed feet. Shreds and slivers, peels of the past, hanging. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
Purple Berry
‘Purple Berry’ photograph by Jay Cool Purple berry’s twisted fate. Dried, dying, dangling, midst cherry pinks. Thirsty channel’s wearied weight Stretched, straining, slipping, t’wards motley greens. Salmon ball-gown’s awkward gait, Flustered, flipping, falling ‘mongst tawny golds. Middling ladies’ tired fate. Dried, dying, dangling midst hoary whites of ageing, ancient, trite old men – the last-chanceContinue reading “Purple Berry”
Guest Preacher
{Based on a childhood memory of an over-zealous guest preacher in an Aberdonian chapel, and further inspired by George Herbert’s poem ‘The Collar’. } ‘Angry Debate’, a clipart image from Pixabay.com He strikes the board. Preacher’s passion’s way. Heed his words, that God does say. Wrinkled hands must dig in deep, unearth the worms from burrows,Continue reading “Guest Preacher”
Love is a Bin
‘Wetherlite in Prado’ by Jay Cool Love is a Bin [A tribute to a lonely-green bin, viewed from a Prado window.] A green bin, super-sized, groans, as old lady swishes by in electric chair; wheels loving the rain. And old man, on pavement over, wheeled and water-eeled – follows on – unknowing, taking over. GreenContinue reading “Love is a Bin”
Lady
{Arrived home, one afternoon in October, to a welcoming party of ladybirds.} Lady Ladies welcome me back, welcome me home, framing my door, sealing my windows, guarding my post. A warning? A storm? Tsunami? A famine? The end? Or the start of tomorrow? Opening my door, I move on through – flying in theContinue reading “Lady”
Sun-Fuelled on the A134
{Egged on by the rising sun, as I confronted the usual early-morning drive to work, on the A134, I felt the compulsion to capture my thoughts in words. Unfortunately, time and the expectations of others, did not allow me to stop by the roadside to take a photograph, or put pen to paper. But, theContinue reading “Sun-Fuelled on the A134”
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