Brain Strain!
i once tried to imagine myself with intellect,
but i have enough trouble with the internet
i don't need anything to kerfuffle, or befuddle me more
perish the thought, it would make my brain sore!
by Jemia 😏🙃🙄

A rambling brook
Water trickling
Over smooth pebbles
Flickers of sunlight
Caught in the splashes
Appear like delicate Sprites
Swimming gently
Tails silvery
Droplets riding
On the backs
Of dragonflies
Shimmering
In the flickering sunlight
Reflections on water
An overhanging Willow
Weeps with dewdrops
It's leaves
Tickling the water below
As its' shadows
Dance on the surface
Accompanied by an Aeolian Harp
A gently enticing Muse
Enchanted
Adds to the peace
And beautiful tranquility
As my mind
Is left dreamy
by Jemia

Now drinking a basic type tea
During the day
To ration out
My beloved Earl Grey x
by Jemia

Mother ocean
Her veins stretch inwards
As her life blood
Leaks into rivulets
Of rivers
They are her water babies
by Jemia

The River Trent, of the Humber
Usually at slumber
Had a bore
At it's core
Where it would rise
To all and sundry's surprise
From it's tranquil repose
The tidal current rose
Whils't in the Wheelhouse
Sat i, like a frightened mouse
As on the radar screen
A six foot river monster, was to be seen
The ship rose to a new height
As my fear, turned to fright
Yet within moments, it was gone
As the river returned to it's normal calm
by Jemia

Tonight
I was told
A story
To as yet unfold
That due
To my faux fur hat
And my faux fur coat
I had the appearance
Of a stoat!
But no
I jest in vane
The full moon
Has turned me
A touch insane
That in reality
That i appeared
As a Russian Princess
With a certain amount  
Of finesse
And curiously
As i was sat
Upon a bench
A slightly Mead intoxicated *****
A man passing by
Seemingly of Russian descent
said
"I like your boots!"
" thank thee" said i
I slurped some more Mead
As i gazed
Upon the swirling ocean
As i pondered upon my  
Moonish emotions
by Jemia

It's a full moon
What do i expect
I have no idea
Life seems like an illusion
As it sways
And twists
And turns
And sometimes burns
Has its moments
Of beauty
And the beast
Of morsels
And a feast
Of love  
And passion
Of likes
Of a fashion
But ultimately
All anyone can hope for
Or really
Truly
Desire
Is love
by Jemia