Spectacle: A Something Poem

  Is wearing spectacles a sign that the wearer is a watcher; an observer of all things sporty and sporting? Or does one, when donning specs, become the sport, no longer a human being, but an entertainment, an energising figment of an overactive imagination?   Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, June 2019  …

Getting Out of The Day Job 27: Interesting

  Interesting. Interesting that my shortest post, in this series, Knackered, has received a bumper number of viewings! I can only conclude from this, that the whole world, including the people in it, is knackered. ‘Is’ being the appropriate tense of verb to use because, in all being knackered, we are all as one, i.e. knackered….

Getting Out of the Day Job 24: Hedgerows

So where did I leave you last time? Oh, yes – I was about to do my preparation for going back to The Day Job tomorrow. And, am I? Well, yes I am doing some prep, but – it’s not for my employer! And, is that a bad thing? No! Daylight’s calling and I’m slipping…

Getting Out of The Day Job 23: Dancer

Read you (i.e. I read the post Read me? by the author of ‘Waking Up on the Wrong Side of 50′)! Read all the first half, then skimmed the rest, as the thought of some tulips I spotted on the school run is luring me outside. Sitting here on my laptop watching the sunshine fading away is…

Getting Out of The Day Job 20: Dead Day

Not so motivated today. Haven’t started that book and the week’s almost up. Very few views on my blog. In a feeble attempt to push back the voice in my head telling me that I’m just a pie-in-the-sky dreamer, I abandon the grumbling tones of my cave, park my bum upon the awaiting magic carpet…

Restlessness: A Savvy Poem

Nested. Never mind all the rest; never mind the endless tests or   the   race  to  be  best ……… or the boys who were nothing – nothing more than the rest – just pests! She wanted nothing, nothing more, and nothing less, than a place, a place for a             rest; her…

Getting Out of the Day Job 8: Hello Me!

So much for giving up the day job. Spent the day, today, working. Not at my workplace, but at home; at home, for my workplace. For the workplace which I have given up; but which, in turn, has not given me up. The workplace that still expects me to do more work for it –…

Fluttery Outlines: A Savvy Poem

Fluttery outlines. Bits of me sticking out and waving around – getting in the way of people, like the flags of countries yet to be born, nagging and persistent, but held back, just for a little while, by the niggles of a half-born breeze.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019   Image by…

Fruitloop

I loop myself round and round myself, travelling in and through the tunnels of meness, racing past all of the thoughts about what others think, in the certain knowledge, that it is my own thoughts of my meness that will, in the end, liberate me.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019   Image…

Feeling Real Fine

I lift myself up, up, up, up, and away, flying higher than high, and, somehow, it is done without trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes, I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and feeling, at last, but not…