Silly Poem – Narcissistic Haiku

I watch as others look for love on an island smug in loving me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay   Other posts by Jay Cool. Please read and leave a comment. 1: Lack-Lustre 56: The Morning After Real Life: Haiku Volition: A Savvy Poem

Edges

  The edges of me have holes in. Gaps in the fortifications, making it easier for you – to ping your view of me, into the spaces, thinking to make your mark, but I’ve played your table games before, in other places, with other players, and your view of me, pings back, at you –…

33: Grated Orange

Today is a Day Job day. Stop complaining, I hear you say; do your bit for society and be grateful. I feel grateful, as in grated and full. Bits of my skin have been grated off and the wounds have been allowed to fester. The infection was supposed to make its way into me, to…

The Naffiest of Naff Poems

    My views, on the whole, are beginning to shift; I’m climbing the pole, and I’m feeling the lift!   Copyright of such excellency owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

9: Floats & Giggles

It’s silly, but … … now that I know I’m leaving, that there’s an end in sight, I’m actually quite enjoying my job. A strange phenomenon that I’m putting down to relief. The anxiety has lifted and I’m feeling all floaty. All floaty, happy and even a little bit (a lot) giggly! This morning, I…

Happiness

  Happiness –  the substance of my life. The hapless old friend who comments on my blog posts, thoughtfully emailing me my response options, which include: cider, ha ha, and thanks! The app I’m told to install for discounts on Indian takeaways from Aysha; The tacking pins embedded in the paint-stained carpet of my creative…

Ecstabeing

If being okay, calm and mellow, they think, is to be well. Then, to be well, I think, is to be a well being. To measure my own wellness, being a being, I pinch my skin; it feels like flesh, only mildy hairy, threaded through with purple veins and sprinkled over with freckles – easily…

Yoked

‘Egg’ courtesy of Pixabay.com Yoked by a runny egg at its core a lost eye a beak blunted by your desire for happiness. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired by Ada Limon’s poem, ‘Publicity’.  

Table 24

  Stencilled on flowers. And a silver spoon. Scooping up the yolk from a golden flower. I feel the sun in my gullet, pick up my pencil and write. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018