Inspired by the hot-cross bun that made me cross earlier, when it left a sticky residue on my fingers, that demanded to be washed off. The unwanted interruption forced me to abandon my laptop for five minutes! How inconvenient! Be they hot, or be they cross, they all say the same to me: Pick usContinue reading “Boomerang Buns: A Hot Friday Poem”
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The Way Through: SSS Politics
‘Can we find a way through this?’ she asks. A rhetorical question, requiring no response. ‘We have a duty’, and ‘I believe that leaving the EU is the right way!’ Strange, as she was the one who voted to stay! I say the ‘one’, as she requires no other voice but her own. The ‘People’sContinue reading “The Way Through: SSS Politics”
Maintenance: Poem
To maintain appearances, it’s best to blend in; if bright like a rainbow, you’ll end up in the bin. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by RitaE from Pixabay
A Something Poem – Master of The Wait
Being ginger, I last longer, even longer than the old Duracell batteries, because the idea of me, is far, far older than the idea of the battery, and having been around for so long, I’ve had so much longer to learn, and to master, all that there can possibly be to master. To master allContinue reading “A Something Poem – Master of The Wait”
Just Time
Just time. Just time in which to write. To write about having six minutes left. Six minutes left to write about something before midnight. Midnight or midlife, for me, the day is still young enough to take more of what I have to give to it – more of my thoughts about what itContinue reading “Just Time”
Second Happiest
If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first? And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star, and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes Babergh the fourth happiest place. What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,Continue reading “Second Happiest”
Roller Coaster Toxicity
Twenty-three years of riding, elevated up and dropped right down; in the twenty-fourth year, I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by stokpic from Pixabay
Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets
Inspired by a fellow-blogger’s post. ‘Take your hands out of your pockets,’ she barks, pocket-like. ‘Stand up straight and don’t slouch!’ Alarmed, my hair stands up, shock-like. Fearful, my stomach shrinks into itself and my shoulders roll, as my eyes fall out of their sockets and bounce onto the classroom floor. My hands become awareContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets”
Ticked Off!
Do I want the tick, or does the tick want me? Do I earn it, or do I run from it? If I run to it and if I sit on it, will it tip me up and suck me in? Will the sides be so steep that I’ll never return? Like the tick inContinue reading “Ticked Off!”
Distant Head
My ex, he had a distant head; and his eyes were near his nose. Like Cyclops, he looked cold and dead So instead – I kissed my toes! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019 Inspired by the phrases ‘distant head’ and ‘cold and dead’ in ‘Upon the Mountain’s Distant Head’, by William Cullen Bryant.Continue reading “Distant Head”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 