I sit and smile and sit and smile
but the words that leave me behind
bear no witness to the me that
sits and smiles. Sits and smiles.
By Jay Cool, December 2022
Wrong Words
The Divine Right of Monarchs?
Just how long is a person expected to glue themselves to the box today?
And is it socially acceptable to shift oneself from the settee to tackle the overgrown lawn? Will my neighbours complain if I get happy with a strimmer? Do neighbours generally complain when a spot of gardening takes precedence over the funeral of someone´s much-loved Great Granny, Granny and Mother? Probably not. So why today, does Hubby frown at me when he spots me sneaking outside with an extension lead and attempting to marry up plug and socket?
“Wait until 5 o´clock!” he says.
Fearing God´s wrath, on the off chance that King James I had been right all along to insist upon the divine right of monarchs, I retreat.
Back to the settee. Back to the box. Best make the most of it before this Winter´s fuel-bill hike!
Best not think about how many penny boxes remained empty today. Best focus on …
The box within the box. The Great Granny, Granny and Mother within the box within.
And just how many zero-hour contract workers … ?
Best not, not on this occasion, best not to think about it.
Think not outside the box. Focus.
Is it 5pm yet? Strimmer? Electrical strimmer? Fuel bills?
“Hubby, do we have any garden shears?”
By Jay Cool, 19th September, 2022
P.S. Not totally against the monarchy, but not totally for it either. Cannot help but see the irony in it all. But, at the same time, I suspect the Queen, given back the status of ruler, might have done a better job of running the country than our current Parliamentary elect!
Image by Brad Volpe from Pixabay
Some Old Man’s Bunion
I knew an old man with a bunion –
it was true, it resembled an onion!
Such long hairs did it sprout, that although it did pout,
it wore plaits and became a Saint Trinian.
By Jay Cool, August 2022
Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
Revealing Mr Larkin
Shadows of middle-age larking around within the mind of
Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and
is fearful of this watery reflection of
skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own
disintegration.
By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022
Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return to Larkinland.
Image by Olle August from Pixabay
‘Approach to Ipswich’
Dazzled by a sunset of headlights, but unable to stop and take a photo, I took a mental snap and here is the result:
Credits: With thanks to my mum for her crossword input.
Doddering
My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come.
Today …
the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive
dictators.
Dragon fire. Death. Disaster.
The price of fuel, a triviality, considering …
steps taken –
strides needed.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Thursday 24th February 2022
Conquistadored
Days fast-forward into cloudy confusion, like conquistadors;
each one squeezing its time in so close
to my core that
to count backwards is futile.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2022
Time Well-Spent
Days tumbling in on me,
knocking me flat,
and burying me
in spent
time.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022
Header image from pixabay.com
Obligatory – New Year
Is it new, to celebrate the start of a year in which one becomes older?
Does the angst of youth miraculously dissipate, or does it accelerate until it can no longer be retained by the brittle shell of depletion?
Copyright of Jay Cool´s thoughts owned by Jay Cool, Saturday 1st January, 2022.
Joined-up thinking?
According to The Sun, the coronavirus infection rate is slowing.
According to The Express, today’s coronavirus data is delayed.
According to the The Independent, the latest daily infection rate was 24 hours ago, at 183, 027.
No new updates are due until 7.30 pm today.
And yet.
According to a Bing search, as of 15.43 today, the 30th December, 2021, the daily rate of infections in the UK was 221, 250!
Joined-up thinking?
Confused?
Be confused no more. As of 20.58 today, The Daily Mail, put the record straight, knocking to total infection rate down to 189,213!
Sorted.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 30th December, 2021
Image courtesy of pixabay.com
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