Dreggy stomach. Confused head. Heavy arms. Covid spread? Back to bed? Changing tack. Stomach fed. No more qualms. And clear head. I stand. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Friday 17th December, 2021
Tag Archives: poet
People Think
People Think People think, I think, but think I – what they think about me, probably, doesn`t matter. That is, if I even think about what they think about me at all. Copyright of text owned by Jay Cool, 9th September, 2021 Image by Prawny from Pixabay
A Nodding Acquaintance
He nods. She nods back, unsure. Does he know her? Does she know him? He looks familiar, doesn`t he? Still, she`s not sure. Still, she would feel better, more certain, if only, he had left her with – before he passed on by – sure, if only he had left her with the surety ofContinue reading “A Nodding Acquaintance”
Uptrodden
Down-seating myself for to eat, in company, I find that hungry I am not, just dislocated, bewildered, out of touch with a core of me that is no longer where it used to be, nor even where I expect to find it. Copyright of text and image owned by Jay Cool, 3rd September, 2021 (A4Continue reading “Uptrodden”
Pre-emptive
Looking At Where I Am
A poem inspired by Boris Johnsons Brexit negotiations, as reported by, BBC2 Newsnight, 10 December 2020. Looking at where I am, I find myself at a dinner table, in Brussels, and devoid of the anticipated fish dinner, feeling downbeat, hungry, full of regrets and with just three weeks to go before my people, The British,Continue reading “Looking At Where I Am”
Of Most Concern
Of Most Concern It concerns me, mostly, that of most concern is my concern that most of us have no concern for the concerns of others whatsover, insomuch as that, mostly, most of us have no concern whatsoever about being the cause of those concerns. And that really does, and inordinately so, concern me. CopyrightContinue reading “Of Most Concern”
BBC1 News Summary, Nov 26, 2020
BBC1 News Summary Bumpy, crystal clear, action and rules. Shut down. Dramatic. Recap. Can do; cant do. Will do. But, some, won`t do. Will I do? Summed up by Jay Cool Nov 26, 2020 Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay
Tiers
Tiers Wedding cakes, ra-ra skirts and playhouses; scrumptious, trendy and entertaining. Layers and layers of fun. Tough tiers? Restrictive, lonely, dull. Necessary. Piling up. Mounting layers, upon layers, upon layers of creativity. Individual, multi-faceted, oodles and oodles of fun. The self, unrestricted. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Nov 26, 2020 Image by Natalie White fromContinue reading “Tiers”
Scrunch
Scrunch Disgust. Scrunch. Wrinkle. A mistake, a mere typo, a masterpiece, rejected by its author, scrunched up tight and thrown at Unwashed hair, with frizzy ends and greasy roots, scrunched up into a top-knot to A scrunched up nose, wrinkled, its wearer`s disgust disguised by And all of it with no need for any ofContinue reading “Scrunch”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 