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Jemimah May 2013
"the amount of times i press
'SNOOZE'
is Alarming in itself!*
i wonder when i'll wake up
to realise
i'm kidding myself"*

?!
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i wasn't going to post this, but mum thought i should :P
you know how it is...
Jemimah Jul 2013
Dear Mr. Ocean -
I believe you waved at me?
        I know this is my second letter
Please find within some thoughts
              from me to you
        from white to blue

then return in kind, won't you kindly:

... We may wish for you to always be
       a soft sea
                because soft, see
        means gently, quietly, carefully
remember -
                gentlemen wave politely
    so just lull this cradled ark
           gently
                      please,
    Sir, if you wish to take this further
or invite me to horizons
                  to dance

          in the near future
                              perhaps
            (one sunset sky?)
 from crests to deep
               from sand to breeze

  
        my soft Sea - be gentlemanly...

Good tidings,
and all blessings,
current and all that come to be
return to me kindly, won't you please,
        Dearest Mr. Ocean -
You may
        Write to me.
Oh - how I love the duality of words...
Buoy do I enjoy it - haha :)
Jemimah May 2013
the plastic bag i hold today
will stay in the ground
longer than i
Jemimah Jun 2013
We are
Dancing ribbons
Of satin gold
A light to heaven
Radiant stairs
Ladders spanning
Angelic wanderings
Promised stars

We are
A glint spark
On Eternity’s shoe
We glow with
Secret joy until we
Clap ourselves free
Again

We are
In retreat
Yet we beckon still
To flirt with flames
Of cellophane
Which melt
Soft as flour
In our hands

We are
Sowing hopeful seeds
In tender soil
Again to plant
Such little flames
With hopes
To grow against -
The dark

We are
worth the world

and
we are*
Free
Jemimah Sep 2013
my box
full of arrows
cardboard, paper
coloured, black and white
but always blurry, wordy, flaunting
stopping, pointing, shouting, whispering
telling me of paths that I could tread
one at a time I pour them out
upon my purple bed
and let them fall
wherever they
may land
Finding direction in life
is all but straight-forward...

> > University applications < <
Jemimah Sep 2013
when you opened your eyes
inside
when the sun sent her song
through your window

when you blinked in the golden
flowing river
covered in blankets of cream
and stirred

when the birds tickled the sky
with their whistling
& you rolled over
like Winter, or Yesterday's tide

did you listen to the whisper
of the Spirit -
did you share the light inside you
with the sun?
...
I often wonder...
if you sing as I do, to the birds
and to heaven ~
and thank God for such
beautiful awakenings.
Jemimah Oct 2014
True beauty is not in contest
Not in conquest, striving to win
True beauty is being content
And not needing to be seen
not a competition, a composition
Jemimah Sep 2013
all the while
the rain
was gently falling
& all the night
the stars
were simply peering
out from their
blankets
of velveted black
to watch me
surrender my thoughts
to the swirl of my
dreaming
~ "Good Night, My Friend" ~
Jemimah Aug 2013
~
In the sunshine corridor
of morning trees and loam
'Tween classes, and the faces
(off to learn some grey equations)

I said Good Morning
to a little bird


Who looked at me so quizzically
with little shining eyes
That I laughed at myself
for being so polite -

Til I said farewell

We parted with our purpose
I to grey and she to blue
Then I ambled off to class...
and left her to the skies
~
Thought I would share an interesting moment in my day with y'all :)
haha
Jemimah Jun 2013
Whenever there is fog in the morning...              
It means                              
the Moon                    
was                
     d r e a m i n g   ...
with another yawn of mistery
she promises a blue sky
and we are left to wonder why
       she dreams
Jemimah Aug 2013
Courage is more than a feeling

Faith is more than a prayer

If you can't do it fearless -

                             *Do it scared.
Jemimah Jun 2013
The first thing I notice are the wrinkles, reflected like dark dancers, moving and bending with the contours of my face. Dully reflected in the vase they join hands and circle around my eyes, my tired lips, my forehead, nestled alongside wisps of silver grey.
Stretching out my own hands I imagine that each line holds a secret, more mysterious than fortune, more real than the future.
I refold my napkin and his, into perfect triangles.
Perhaps some wise prophet could read; not my future; my past - from these creases - and yet I wonder if such a thing could ever be interpreted, translated.
I set them in customary place beside our two bowls, dinner warm within.
I know if it ever were the story would be only half written, most of the paths find destination in those of my husband’s wiry hands.  Those strong and gentle hands – our lives intertwined with a complexity of memories, hardships, pleasures.
I straighten the cream table cloth, draped over loved and well-worn oak.
Those creases remind me of the sand dunes before we leave slow footprints, the rain-trails down our caravan window, Harold’s shirt before pressing.
I watch him return from the stove balancing our hot tea with a delicate concentration, 51 years familiar.
I wonder if his favourite red shirt actually is fading, or if it is just my eyes, or the candlelight.
He calls me darling and sets down my Earl Grey. I smile.
It does seem as though much outside our dining room is waning in its pastel thrum, and I can almost hear the resonance of grandchildren’s gadgets from here.
Just to announce my thought, the telephone rings. And again. And once more.
Technology whizzes around my ears like an unwanted fly.
He says, like he always does, that we will answer the world later, it’s not going anywhere.
He is right, as usual, and I ponder with amusement that we might be going somewhere sooner. A holiday, perhaps.
I smile and nod in gentle agreement.
Perhaps forever.
Unspoken we bow heads in perfect symmetry and he murmurs blessings, move our hands to a perfect cross.
With a sincere Sunday love, he tells me I am beautiful.
I do not reply with words, I cannot. My voice; gone with the tumour.
Reaching out to hold my hand, he turns it over in his. Rubs my ring. Like he always does.
He says he loves my wrinkles more than when I had smooth, porcelain hands.
One single tear, abashed sneaks from my eye.
He says that every one reminds him of another year together.
He converses with my eyes, and listens. Like he always does.
Our hands meld into one in the soft light.
One flawless map
Completed.
my first short story!
thanks for taking the time to read... hope you enjoyed :)
Jemimah Jul 2013
...

Direction without movement gets us nowhere

Passion without power is nonexistent

Presence without change remains unproven

Worship conforms the spirit into Wonder

...
Jemimah May 2013
dandelion
petite umbrellas
flying escaping laughing
leap from my hand
free
Jemimah Jan 2014
Around the Earth
she sings
a silent twirl

Parting curtains
hinged
with diamond stars

On endless stage
adorned with
grace

Spinning
silver threads  
into the sky

The moon
she pirouettes
upon the night


A ballerina
Jemimah Sep 2013
At the end of my rope
You're
still
*holding
me
Give me more faith
Jemimah May 2013
The brass peal of encouragement fanfares me to action
And bids me to play myself the highest note as can reach
Balanced on the edge of a scale, my treble-hearted quaver
To hold my tone in purest form until, beyond my fine appeal
I may breathe again
Playing the note is a metaphor of reaching your potential,
and doing your best, and holding up an expectation.
Sometimes you think you will pass out.
Jemimah Jul 2013
....................................................
my To-Do List fast becomes
my Should-Have-Done List
growing with awareness
of my insufficiency
and endless
need for
Grace
[and
Trust]
whose
hourglass
is beautifully
timeless - yes! I
thank you Father God
for seeing these - our timid tries
& loving still - our honest hearts.
......................................................
Time outruns the sands of sanity
But eternity grounds a struggling heart
- For these light and momentary troubles -
Will  a w a k e n  the hope given us
Jemimah Sep 2013
without Your presence
today is meaningless
because the only good in me
is You
Jemimah May 2013
It’s hard to traverse a stubborn sea -
So, hoping the world
Is as flat out
As me
I
Will sail
Off the edge of
****** inconsistency
and bid empty hopes on never

returning

...
Jemimah Jul 2013
To dance
To wish
To hurl yourself into
     the whirlwind of a world

To inspire
To create
To experimenting mix
        these colours of the mind

To live
To die
Perchance to dream
        span time until eternity

"To be
   then still
           To be"
Any questions? :)
Jemimah Aug 2013
We Live
and Move
and Have

*Our Being
Acts 17:28
Jemimah Jun 2013
Honing crisply honour-bells
silver-charred and dusted thoughts
alight with the thousand notes
and woe-bygones
and ill-betides:
these nights of fated rue –

Called to join and to conjoin
this solemn incense scent to heaven
while shaken pyres
and innocent liars
twist mistaken tongues
consented:
in memorium to–

*Humanity's Nature.
any constructive criticism...?
your thoughts?
:)
Jemimah May 2013
Is it possible
     to keep
both your promises
and your      s            n             t               ?
                            a             i             y
...
Jemimah Oct 2013
If you think
It's too hard

-   That's why it is -
Think about
what you think about
Jemimah Jul 2013
Endlessly the Lady stares
Blinded by facts
Ever looking, never seeing
Always gazing, never understanding
Emotions can be proof
The truth is not always shown by evidence
Witness can be lost or made
Harsh neglect of cold "justice"
Is never really just at all
By Seth M.
30.07.2013

This poem was composed by my brother, Seth - an aspiring poet.
Feel free to comment :)
Jemimah Jun 2013
I am awake
But everything is so
Numb
Its like
I’m in a waking coma
And I shudder from cold
That I don’t think I really feel
I am shaking
Trembling
My mind on vibrate
Yet still on silent
In the quiet
In the still
I am
Still here

...

Hello?
I call to the white
Hellooo?
Do you stay awake all night?
Please tell me how to survive
Because today has enough
Worries
Of its own
And I will just
Try
My
Best

...
And I’ll trust God with the rest
You see –
That’s why He’s God and I’m not
Because I can fail, I do fail
But He can never fail
Me

That is what I know
And that is what I trust.

God, I look to you -
please keep my eyes opened
:S

...

- 28.06.2013 -
The first all-nighter in all my life - for the sake of school and final years and doing my best and trusting God: a worthwhile experience - that i am not going to repeat in a hurry!
Jemimah May 2013
I roll out my mind
I knead to concentrate
I pound and pound and pound
Trying to smooth it straight
And once it’s even
I roll up my sleeves
And cut shapes with the cutters
Of reason and release
Now holes are left
In interesting shapes
And I roll up what’s left
To start over again

I’m on a roll
I knead to concentrate
Hopefully you understand my 'knead' :P
Just a light poem from another little part of my mind that was distracted from what it needed to concentrate on and decided to create a poem about it. as if there was nothing else it had to do. ha.
i'm glad it said to lighten up and have pun.
Jemimah Jul 2013
~~~~~~~~~  ~      ~        ~          ~         ~
Through this sunset maze  
colours stain directionless  
... a beautiful Sky.
  
~           ~         ~       ~     ~  ~~~~~~~~~
Jemimah Jul 2013
Will you let me pour my ramblings into your stream of consciousness ?
Will you follow me to the edges of my milky-way of swirling thoughts
And billion endless little sparks - such shrapnel from my life
And if I explode next to the sun like her golden child
Will you count with me and blink in unison
To miss my spontaneous combustion
When another idea catches fire
Unstable isotopes of the
Depths of my nature
Where Electrons
So excited -
Laugh
With
Light
?
- just a random tornado of thoughts -
:)
Jemimah Jun 2013
Rubies* sail the scarlet leaves
         Emeralds hem the greener sleeves
                   Diamonds laughing quietly strung                  
          
          as treasure troves                                    
                      ­                                              
                                 of                  and                  
                                         DEW               SUN
It was a beautiful morning of sunshine and winter dew,
the trees shone beautifully!
- and i was again in awe of nature :)
Jemimah Aug 2013
love flows like water
over stones
smoothing them
with gentle hands
slowly softening
the jagged parts of us
Jemimah Aug 2013
the tender pink petals
made for lovely confetti
midst the fallen leaves

as little Breeze came daintily
waltzing, dancing, so sweetly
down my gentle street

blowing the flowers like candles
I heard her softly whisper, wishing...

       **"Springtime...
                       won't you come
                                      and twirl with me?"
Jemimah Jul 2013
~
It is
the small steps
that bring us
ever closer to the finish

It is
the small notes
that make our
humble melodies so sweet

It is
the moments
spent with You
once again in gentle silence

It is here
these little ones
will hear You

*Speak
~
"After the fire
came a gentle whisper."
Jemimah Apr 2013
"I hate being a pessimist."
Just something I overheard...
new
Jemimah Apr 2013
new
New
and probing inquires
the morning hand of purpose
undiscovered
to unfurl the next day
from curling leaf hid
in tight green
we
         turning
         gninrut
         turning
spin a perfect helix
to catch breath
in a web
of
                     light and eyes
the blue and wide
restless as tide
swift as dawn
yet
fragile as the quiet
This is about the undiscovered, the tender probing into a new arena, the corner that we know not what holds or what will be revealed. It is dedicated to the Search.
Enjoy
Jemimah Apr 2013
Poetry lies intermingled
Tangled recognition, interpretation
Drawn meaning like syringe
Conceptual life,
Intellectual dream.

Walking, swimming, fighting,
Forest branches weaving
Filling air, with wooden breath
Growing standing
Still and strong

Wise beards ferns green
Brown coffee time and maturity
Professor, interpreter
Language ciphening
Hourglass ideas.

Sifting sorting exalting dropping
Sliding through grasps of
Clasps of minds.
Grip and resignation
Trains and tracks
Lay directing paths for feet
That fly and touch not ground nor map

Atmosphere, time, space
Wind, water, sand
Scrunched paper words
Crushed branches pasted ingrained
Elements

Nature is poet
Words in the sky that fills our lungs
Breathing as filtered light –
We become,

Complete.
Written November 2012
Jemimah May 2013
In your rhythmic ocean of warmth
You tug sweetly at the thousand threads
Of red and ochre, sunset blushes
Deep song through shallow veins
Tuning your fragile compass
By a beautifully
Miniature
Heart
One day you will love

Tumbling pirouettes of quiet unawares
To the melody of your mother’s laugh
Gentle tendrils of lullaby echo within
Cradled with internal whisper
You hold a perfect thumb
A flawless white shell
To pure pink
Lips
One day you will speak

Suspended in wondrous veil
A delicate radiance of blessing
Breathing light in golden promises
A honeyed requiem for your perfect world
You sing from your beautiful sphere
Scrunched in lovely darkness,
Precious child
Your little
Eyes
Will one day see

The beauty of life
...
Dedicated to the unborn: I pray that you may be granted to keep your precious gift of life.
Jemimah May 2013
Shadows of a chandelier
Beautiful mystery of dark and light
Dancing, weaving, wondering, feeling
Not seeing with glassy eyes

Light fragmented sun ray cracked
The mind casts long reels of doubt
Wonder yet confusion
Enjoyment yet delusion

How many roles to play?
Theatrical conceit
Characters as hours of a day?
Eye-catching as deceit

Illustrious – lustre – lust –  last?
Lest lukewarm fire stir
The ashes sprinkled
Memory of the present
Mourning love yet to be lost

Why hold a storm for the rainbow?
But let the sun shine
And be glorious in its God-written course
To set and rise in perfect time
Jemimah Jun 2013
Singing honey    sucrose stream
Tidy shelving snug underneath
Nestled neatly inter-wing
Feather down cream

Mothers stroking cradle   rocks
A thousand balls of foam spill
Softly avalanche and bury
Pure angels in snow    hands

Petal sky smeared casual
Walks warmly sweetly
Silken fur raises brow
    At       the coming

Lily padded velvet pawed
Strong slender limbs graceful dancing
The Supple strength
Holds a breath for dawn

Long stalks arch backs
Purring release modesty
Pure unction weeps    complete
Smooth shell face washed in milk

A banner sail widened arms
Outstretched for breeze’s kiss
A wishing penny glides
Through water falling   leaf

Mallow clouds woolen sheep
Dandelion umbrellas    borne away
Slowly sinking Sun dyes autumn
Watercolour cascades melt

Thinly  delicately   imagined
Fragile world Mary’s peace
Doll dependent doting
Soul canopied sanctuary

Silence **speaks
-17.02.2013-
this is an old poem, i just thought I'd share it.
Hope you can see the hidden message.

I will let you fancifully imagine that this means something -
it can if you want it to, or if you want to just shrug and carry on life
in a more literal world, well then, that's fine with me :)

-Jem-
Jemimah May 2013
Finally we invite sleep to eyes
that have not earned their rest.
Yet because I don’t deserve the night
does He cease to put out stars?

Royal diadems in the hand of God.
Jemimah Jun 2013
My head on another desk
Grandpa’s words echo between my
Ears – somewhere – spanning tired
Fatigue
‘listen to your teachers’
Traffic, static mumbles somewhere
Beyond the glass walls of this
crucible
Quiet civilians desensitised
To the sound –
Reminds me – of the sound of the
Urban sea
Through a conch shell.
The carpeted walls muffle my mind –
Like earmuffs absorbing my
Words and thoughts
Jumping electron shells in an
Excited state of bored
Releasing the light of light –
Light-hearted scribblings.
I confer with an open page
He offers lines and I typeface
The space I need in solitary
Confines of the brain.
Soon I will be called – and
Questioned in expectation –
What crime have I committed?
But heavy exhalation
[I wonder how many modest
Strangers I could irritate with
Heavy breathing??  Maybe but I’ll
Try another day, alright? – awake]
Right now the sigh is in my mind
As I consciously start myself again.
-28.05.2013-
Jemimah May 2013
Sentiment never reached your eyes
I saw you smile the World's solemnity
Bound in the string of an aesthetic lie
The smile you painted there
was art on the face of a man
Pain in perfect pose
so as not to show the hurt
- yet i felt it deeper than
your words
Jemimah Apr 2013
your eyes
a manuscript of music
play for my soul
© 2013
Jemimah Jun 2013
The moon was a perfect
Pikelet
On the Teflon black
..
She floated on the
Butter-melted
Stars
..
I could taste the syrup
Maple-sweet
Upon my tongue
..
The beauty of afar
The loveliness
Of that you cannot hold

But        
with your            
*Gaze
Jemimah May 2013
oh i am
          afflicted
by the poison of       humanity
a prisoner of vanity
rapt in her
          deceit

oh i am
         addicted
to the lure of      futility
seizing shadows of the fleeting
trapped upon
        repeat
      
oh i am
          convicted
in the blazes of my     treachery
contentious human nature
will not admit
         defeat
---
[too much is half way there
          - to where?
    THE END OF ME]
---
Please feel free to tell me what you think...

© 2013
Jemimah Jul 2013
escaping from my mind
one thousand thoughts

escaping from my lungs
some million breaths

escaping from my life
each given day

to have; to hold
to love; to cherish

Life

is a finite embrace
...
let us hold on to beauty, let go of our fear
set eyes on eternity - begin heaven here
...

'This is the Day that the Lord Has Made; Let Us Rejoice and Be Glad in It.' ~ Psalm 118:24
Jemimah Jun 2013
Though we are not giants
We can reach across the world,
To touch the hearts of many
To step out and be bold

Did you know, as you see the pictures
They’re really peoples’ lives?
Not just faces; these children have
Real tears and real eyes

If we all can give a little
Our change can change the world,
One step at a time
We are nearing our goal

We can all make a difference
Greatness has no age or size,
It’s only what is in your heart,
That’s truly recognised

And though we are not giants
The world’s within our grasp,
For on each others’ shoulders
We can reach each others’ hearts
This is an old poem I wrote about four years ago,
(when i was about 13/14 years old) -
Just thought I'd share it...  :)
Jemimah Apr 2013
a picture
    paints
                            a thousand words

          a poem
paints
                  a thousand pictures ..
Jemimah Apr 2013
You
A diamond
Cheaply sold
Costume jewellery
Adorning glimmering shimmering
Another neck, another ear to hang, to grasp
Tempting, flaunting, translucently haunting
I wonder still that he doesn’t question
Your advertised diamond heart
You define your worth
Don’t let him know
Don’t show
You are
fake
Your thoughts please?? and constructive criticism on form and language, ideas, anything would be really great! thanks
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