My glow has dimmed
And now lies reclusive
As i sit here
Within the shadowed corners
Of my mind
The cave
In which i dwell
Echoes my doubts
I await, unknowing
That the stars are gathering
Floating through the mists of time
On the backs of purple dragons
Breathing fire
Of light, and of hope
Their great wings
Beat away the cobwebs
As my doubts
Are brushed away
And my essence
Is cleansed
My glowing renewed energy
Lights up my cave
As the now
Sparkling jewels of hope
Twinkle

by Jemia

That brief moment
When you look up
And see
You're own neck
Spouting blood
Just after that intimate moment
With Madam Guillotine
And you
Like a candle flickering in the wind
Are hit
With the sudden realization
That this is it
You are no more
Than that
Of a headless chicken
Then you realise
In a micro second
That's the wrong analogy
Else it would be your head
Running round in circles
And for some strange reason
With your last
And dying breath
You laugh!

by Jemia

Sign of the beast?
NO!
Just a sign
That ive written
An awful lot of poems!
And in fairness
Some have been
Awfully beastly
But not devilish
Is this a dagger i see before me?
No, it's a teaspoon!
I got my kicks
On route 666 (667!)
As long as
I'm not travel sick
I'm like a mole
Deep underground
Looking for depth
But only finding
Worms
And wormholes

by Jemia

Caressing the ripples
The soft
But steady flow
Of the river
As i glide along
Paddling
Through puddles

As dappled echoes
Of moonlight
Float along
The dark
And shimmering water
There is a silence
Amongst the shadows
Of the clouded
Flickering stars
Their brightness
Mere ghosts
Lost diamonds
Echoes
Of their own existence
Floating through infinity

And over the dark horizon
Of this blue velvet night
I sense the waters edge
Listening
To the ebb, and flow
Of small waves
Running ripples
Caress the soft sand
The glowing moonlight
Seduces
Then takes my soul
To madness
Now i see

by Jemia

To Theoretically Conspire.......

Ive solved the mystery
Of what Q-Anon is
It is when
You are in
A queue
But nobody
Knows
Who the hell you are!
Time to return
To the garden
Of my mind
Grab a shovel
And theoretically
Flatten out
Some earth
Time to stick my brain
Into the washing machine
Again....

by Jemia

We lay there
Like ripening Camembert
With our most gorgeous
And seductive smiles
And our 'come on' eyes
Twinkling temptations
In deep anticipation
We melted
Into a river
Of pleasure
We screamed
As we streamed
As we dreamed
Our delight
Was now a deluge
In full flow
The Cherry Blossom
In full bloom
Blew along
As a gentle zephyr breeze
Caressed our supple thighs
Seductive
As as soft serenade
Whilst our hearts
Were on fire
Soon
We became like
The ebb tide
Running through the shingle
Calmly embraced
As our soft, and tender lips
Were lost in a sweet
And gentle
Kissing caress
Happy, in our happiness

by Jemia

***** trapped bras
Like wheel less cars
Like a horse
Without a saddle
Or a canoe
Without a paddle
Or a poet
Without a quill
Or butterflies
Without wings
Caterpillars!
And that kind of thing
Sometimes
All we have to do
Is get in the queue
Although not much fun
When queuing for the loo!

by Jemia