I was going to give
Everyone a pink Smartie
To sweeten the night
For this creative party
But then i thought
Some may have health reasons
Where eating Smarties
Was not possible
And i really didn't
Want anyone
To end up in hospital
So i ate them all myself
And overnight
Turned into an elf
My ears went all pointy
And i shrank in size
Then spoke loads of nonsense
Which came as no surprise!
I said hi
To all my fairy friends
And farewell
To the trolls
Then ran away
When confronted by barbie dolls
I then rode on a dragon
And flew to the sky
Then turned into a mermaid
But didn't know why
I splashed around
In some kind of delirium
As i somehow ironically
Realised i couldn't swim
I changed again quickly
As i transmogrified, whilst in the sky
And was now at peace
As a big blue butterfly
But then got swallowed
By a large greedy frog
Just at the point
I turned into a catalogue
So read my own pages
They weren't very plain
As they quickly revealed
That i was possibly insane
Mad as a hatter
Or a box of frogs
Or a mad March hare
Wearing Dutch clogs
So after all that
I end up as a cloud
Quietly floating around
Peeing water
On everything below
Time to go!
Hope i don't post this on Facebook!

by Jemia

South Coast Mardi Gras
Only on a Fat Tuesday
Music festival

by Jemia

Parting in sorrow
A deluge of tsunamis
Waves are wavering

by Jemia

Something is brewing
Anticipation deceives
Storm in a teacup

by Jemia

The big blue beautiful bird
Had grown fresh wings
Meanwhile
The old feathers
Were re-united
Knotted together
Waxing lyrical
Icarus (sunbather extraordinaire )
Fell from the sky
Into a liquorice factory
Icarus allsorts!

by Jemia

Clinging onto
The driftwood of reality
As i float
Through the turbulent oceans
Of chaos, and confusion
Avoiding the delusion
That false hope
May proffer
As i haphazardly
Try to steer my way
Through my ramshackle
******-analytical mind
Hoping to eventually
Land on the beaches
Of logic
Whilst being tempted away
With a myriad
Of false hope
And high expectations
Fake *******
Of euphoric
Delusional delights
Which are normally
Lurking at the back
Of an ****** dream
Or alcohol induced delirium
Foolish me
I ventured out
In search of reality
Finding only the surreal

by Jemia

I thought
A Seperatist
Was a type of
Washing powder
That simply
Sorted out your ***** washing
That then
Left it *****
Seems this technique
Is used
In politics
And warfare
With laundered speeches.
When the spin
Is all dried up
Life is what you
Put-in to it
And doesn't always
Turn up with another
Trump
With more ***** laundry
Of their own

by Jemia