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I woke up
Realised i was still alive
So what next?
Went to the bathroom
And tried to converse
With a spider
Trapped within the bath
Clambering unsuccessfully
to escape it's confines
So i think it was to pre-occupied to respond
Left a towel overhanging
Looked out of the window
And saw that this part of the planet
Was still there
Although
If my window
Looked over elsewhere
Then my view
May not be through a glass window
As that may be lying at my feet
Or blowing up
Into my face
As a grim reality
Sets in
That i'm in a different place
No bombs
Just bombshells
As i live
In a different kind of hell

by Jemia
A Magic Seed?

I wandered around a garden
It was early Spring
Not quite warm enough
For butterflies, or bee stings
And on the ground
I saw a large, curious looking seed
There was an inscription on its side
That i didn't know how to read
So i googled the words
And had them translated
"Eat me for a surprise?"
I tried to cut open this seed
That lay before my eyes
I was curious about its contents
A mystery seemed to lurk
I tried smashing it with a hammer
Soaking it in water
Sandpaper, but nothing seemed to work
So i swallowed it
I awoke a few years later
As an alien space ship
Returned me back to Earth
They had tattooed, as if in needs
On my forehead
"Beware, this human is stupid!"
"Don't give them seeds!"

by Jemia
I sow the seeds
Hoping to place them
Where they shall
Prosper, and grow
Yet i never know
I water them daily
With positive thoughts
Awaiting for them to blossom
But often
I plant the seeds
With negativity
For i am human
And my seeds of hope
Sometimes run dry
So i water those
With my tears
Of love
And hope that this
Will furnish them
With renewed positivity

by Jemia
Distant melodies
Floating
Like drifting snow
Over an undulating
Frozen landscape
Over cold
Enchanting horizons
The harpist
Alone
Upon her regal throne
Strings caressed
With such magic
As my mind
Is captivated, and enamoured
Lies imprisoned
Within a prism
Of ethereal light
And beautiful sound

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Old weary Tudor beams
That have seen it all before
The cracks are showing
Aching tree trunk limbs, aging

Beer guides, and Utopian dreams
So many yesterdays
Quaffed memories
Chaffed wrinkling skin

Cliched springs of hope
Hares box
But don't elude the fox
Sunshine beckons, but deceives

Time to quaff
Mead, and cider, not ale
Drunken memories
Of a good time gal

Then the young arrive
Hopeful anticipation
Please remain hopeful
The old, no longer gold

We are made of lead
Or Pewter, or Thyme
And time, And old
Magical herbs

We no longer smoke (often)
I personally
Am a woman
That once upon a waning moon
Was something else

by Jemia
The Dragon Bar step
Missed the step
Miss on the step
Amiss on the step
****** on the step
Fell off the step
That was missed
Fell over, slightly ******!

by Jemia
uk word ******, means: inebriated
Dragon Bar: name of bar i sometimes go to
Vlad The Mad
Gremlin, in the Kremlin
Inhuman
and inhumane
Deranged
And insane
If he wishes
To serve up nuclear dishes
To denazify
He best make a fist
And place himself
Top of the list

by Jemia
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