Silly Poem – Downing It

Drowned, presumably. Drowned in thoughts of my own making, as I down my all, circling around the world, without ever getting to the top of it; instead, being sucked right into it. Right into it and down. All the way down. Right the way down and all the way through its middle.   Copyright owned…

So Not Savvy Poem – Stuck

Stuck, tucked in, and cornered, by tree, Prosecco and book. Stuck, booked-in, and staying.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 26th December 2019   Silly Style – Christmas with Kate & Stacey Silly Boris Romps to Power Silly Writing Tip – How to be an Anomalous Vitruvian …  

Silly Poem – Transformation

On top form, she feels transported out of her formative years. Transported into a world, in which she is transformed into the form of her own muse. She is her own fairy godmother, her own fully-formed creation.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2019 Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay   Savvy Book – Paris Echo…

Silly Poem – Rumblings

The rumbling gets to me in the way a not great thing grates upon a person. All of the rumbles and snorts and puffs intrude upon my sense of who I am and interfere with that which might be the continuation of myself, if it were allowed to continue, undisturbed by the inconvenience of the…

Serious Poem – Ironing

Ironing out my thoughts, I try to think the bumps away … I can’t.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2019

Silly-Savvy Poem – Thursday

Trudging, hearse-like, in morning slumber – worse, I know, than swinging out to terrain of pink-dank carpet, cupped with hoops of tan (the stains of long-drunk coffee cups, and mugs, and breakfast bowls- uprooted from cluttered-clanks of kitchen chaos, to quell the thirst of mornings gone, of people past, of time thrown out, of thoughts…

Silly-Savvy Poem – Meaningful

A haiku taking its inspirational mumblings from Twitter trends:   Monday Meaningful, trends, mournful for moments of lost Funday Sunday!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 21 October 2019 Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay Silly Letter – Dear Boris Savvy Book – Melmoth Savvy Poem – SAD    

Savvy Poem – Left-Right Invaders

When seeking out a quiet spot, in a quiet cafe, to keep company with paper and pencil, and a pot of tea for one – first, check out the neighbouring tables. Are they empty and are they large? If the answer to either/or both of these questions is ‘yes’, then go sit in a field,…

Savvy Poem – SAD

Inspired by Philip Larkin’s poem, ‘Solar’, and composed whilst partaking of an excellent pot of tea, courtesy of Prado Lounge, with the Autumn sun lighting up my morning.   Made sad by the dark and the drear of yesteryear, I feel the pull of solar flames; not for the ‘heat’ of the ‘gold’, or for…

Silly Poem – Pink Lippy

Written whilst in Prado, looking out up at a statue of Thomas Gainsborough, lording it over the activities of the Avon lady’s market stall.   Gainsborough lords it high above cerise-pink hood; a flower above all flowers – its bed of make-up puckering lips up for a kiss. Gainsborough smiles, his lips all pink and…