Pressure – Silly-Savvy Poem

Pressure Lockdown, lockdown, when we going to lockdown? Now we’re in, now we’re in, when we going to get out? Lockdown, lockdown, when we going to lockdown? Get us out, get us out, when you going to get us out? Relax, caution, relax, caution. Back. Last one, hold on, last one, hold on. Hassle, hassle…

To My Beloved Boris

Dear Beloved Boris, Mixed messages from you this morning. The virus is out of control and further restrictions may be necessary. Schools are safe! Of all places, how can a classroom full of 30+ children, sitting in twos, who are not allowed to wear face masks[1], be safe? Where is the logic in your statement,…

Mutation

Mutation More or less. Doubly sure, Might not. Replicate. Might not. Migrate. Might be able to. Definitely not. Really useful Information. Not. Snippets from the BBC News, 20 December, 2020, pieced together by Jay Cool. Image by Aneta Esz from Pixabay

`Measly, Nasty Cut`

‘Measly, Nasty Cut‘ With ease, he calls it measly, a nasty, nasty cut, but how can a cut be measly, when a cut is a lot less than a gash? Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Written in response to a response (quoted from a guest on Channel 4 News, 7pm, Nov…

A Different Way

A Different Way Looking for a way through, she sees a Different sign beckoning pointing showing her the way to go the right way for such as she is the right way for the different but it looks busy too much traffic people crowding, following, trampling over each other in their eagerness to be the…

Business As Normal

Business As Normal Big surge. Fast spread. No end in sight. Breakfast briefing at Downing Street. Full English. Boris bursting with bacon. Pinged. Carpets bloody, but getting on with it. Business? As normal. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 16th, 2020 Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Microspread

Microspread Fifty million doses. Enough for two and a half million people. A good spread. Not available yet. But critical. Plausible, effective and willing, but not able to quite r e a c h t h e e d g e s and not even able to land in the middle. Not even a droplet…

Total Lockdown – A Poem

Locked in. Sprogs at school. Hubby at work. All breathing, mixing, inhaling. And all due to return soon. And here I am. A mum locked in. A sitting duck. Waiting. As always. Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay

Test, Track & Trace – Poem

Test, track and trace. A world-beating toddle along. As casual as you like. Slow, even. A wabble. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Image by kinkate from Pixabay

Popping Bubbles – A Lockdown Poem

Meandering. Dodging people. Stepping back. Avoiding those who’d plough into and through me, given half the chance. But I’m chancing nothing. If Covid is a myth, then so is my existence. It’s dodge ’em or POP GONE! Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, 19th September 2020 Image by Robert Armstrong from Pixabay Please visit…