Silly Poem – Everything

You don’t always get the thing that is everything, because the thing that is everything you already have. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay   Other posts by Jay Cool: Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton Cheer Savvy Book – The Last Savvy Comedy – Running Order

Serious Poem – Doubts

Doubts in my head – I beat them away, tell them to go, but still they come back, so I push them, throw them, blow them until they pop and with clear head, I know there’s time, still, to get on. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020 Image by Kira Hoffmann from Pixabay  …

Savvy Poem – No Longer Relevant

Relevant no longer, and no longer relevant, I revel in the moment of a truth accidentally spoken, feeling all the weight of me lifted; lifted up and taken away by the accident of a truth, at last now spoken – my irrelevance having in that moment, at last, become relevant.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool,…

Silly Poem – Didn’t

Inspired by Jessica Rae Bergamino‘s poem ‘Did Rise’.   Didn’t get there in time. Didn’t get finished. Didn’t perfect it. Didn’t quite do what others seem to do wholly all of the time. Didn’t anybody else, ever, in the whole of human existence ever get any didn’ts? Don’t get it! Don’t get it at all!…

Savvy Poem – Enough

Reducing parts of myself to give the world more of myself, I find, when I look down at what’s left, there’s not enough left for myself, so I step out for a while to give the other half of me time enough to remind me that I am        more than and no…

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…

Savvily-Silly Poem – Prescient

And here, in the now, I present my present self to my self still to come. And here, in the now, I present my self still to come to my present self. Myself is the only present that I will ever require. Precious. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019 Image by fancycrave1 from Pixabay…

Serious Poem – The Thread

Spiralling around the loop and going down it is nothing as long as you can thread yourself out of it again and again and again – until your head pops up for The Bite!     Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019 Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay   Savvy Book – The Girl With…

Serious Poem – Electrical Slices

Fifty, one-hundred, fifty, one-hundred, fifty, fifty, …. forgot WHOOSH! Electrical currents slicing through my head, down my middle, down to my toes, dizziness, spillages – milk, hot water, tea .. then … I remember, the thing I forgot … the thing I was trying to come off … Sertralin … Keep walking, don’t think, keep…

Serious Poem – Monday Morning

Inspired by a reading of Philip Larkin’s poem, ‘High Windows’, within his anthology of the same name, whilst struggling to come to terms with a Monday morning – helped, in part, by a pot of tea in a Waitrose cafe.   Spilling milk, and feeling jugged, I gather up my teapot, spilling water – hot,…