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Trying to imagine
As i lie in my bed
Of hearing bombs exploding
Or them landing on my head

And the fear
That courses deep inside
You've got nowhere to go
And nowhere to hide

You're running out
Of food, and water
But your biggest fear
Is for your son, or daughter

You're feeling overwhelmed
And underfed
And wondering if
You'll get a bullet in the head

Yet only four weeks ago
None of this was real
You were doing your everyday things
And eating your everyday meal

But now
You have fallen through a crack into hell
Where will it end
No-one can tell

You pinch yourself
As you hope it's a dream
But it isn't the pain
That makes you scream

You just want it all to end
Right now, right this minute
And wish for peace, and normality
To become something that's infinite

FIN?

by Jemia
It has been said
That if you truly
Love someone
You will help them
Open up their wings
And set them free
(As long as they
Pay their share
Of the rent
Whilst on their
Sojourn!)
And to think
I wasted
All that money
On a cage!

by Jemia
I see a giraffe, wearing a tie
Also a hat, with a monocled eye
And clocks all around it, at various times
Mostly ten to five, for reasons sublime

It hang on a wall, by a small table
As i quaffed more cider, of which i was able
As music echoed around the bar
As i awaited my chariot, to take me afar

I noticed the walls, were a lush dark bluish green
A stage by the door, on which one day, i may be seen
And curiously quirky lights, hanging from the walls
As i awaited my carriage, with its klaxon calls

So i sit here still waiting, with my third half cider
And think of a spider, that wriggled inside her
As other curiosities of quirkiness, enter my head
As my imagination wanders, so easily fed

Yet food for thought, does not fill the belly
My head is not entertained, by watching the telly
Home spun yarns meanwhile, and fairy lore
Teases, and tantalises, like never before

by Jemia
Glancing across the ocean blue
The greyish skies, of a lavender hue
In the distant horizon, far, far away
Lay the invisible, magical, land of Fae

And yesterday, the day after, the day before
I travelled in time, to a land of folkish lore
I stood upon a crested wave, with my hat upon my head
Guided by mermaids, i was shortly mis-led

Soon, and silently, before my own eyes
I found myself floating, above the stray skies
Landing on land, of a different ilk
I found myself drinking, a golden goblet of dragons milk

Before i knew it, i had grown some wings
I pirouetted high, dancing in circles, and other such things
Hovered above trees, and gurgling brooks
Witnessing things, i'd only ever seen in books

And dreamed my dreams, of yesterday
As i finally departed, this lovely land of Fae
Returned to my seat, overlooking the sea
Forever beguiled, by this strange land of mystery

by Jemia
today has been an upside down sort of day. i'd planned to go to the gym twice this week, as i missed last week, and i was umming and ahhing, but finally got a taxi there. got there and Tim at the gym said i was due my review, all done on the treadmill at 3 different speeds at 2 mins on each to measure my heart rate, and ask me how difficult i found it on ap scale from 6 (easy easy) - 17 (call me a doctor "you're a doctor!" aka Help!) original scores were 6-11-17! todays 6-6-6! a devilishly good result! but no horns appearing just yet.....i then hopped (crawled) onto my winged chariot (number 26 bus) and returned to my faraway realm (hastings) went on a wander to ye olde town, and bravely wandered into a dragons lair (tea room/bar/eatery) twas then that i espied a message from the gods (text from my daughter) yaye verily a disaster had occurred, a tsunami had nearly swept her and her prince away when they had ventured to cleanse their hempen wear (got their washing out from the washing machine!) basically the ****** thing is up the creek. i spent an hour googling 'cures' trying them out, and receiving timely reminders of my frozen shoulder, as i had to  contort myself into various positions (my time studying the Kama Sutra finally serving a purpose!) with no happy result, but such was the intimacy with my washing machine, we've decided we should marry in the morn! looking for a wet weekend somewhere nice, my head is in a spin, unlike the ****** washing machine aka fiancee!🙂🦋🦄💕

by Jemia
A cting
N ervous
G athering
S torm
T hreatens

by Jemia
(rehearsals tomorrow! hope there's no dramas!)
I can sense
The Earth
Groaning
In pain
Eyes now closed
At the blood now shed
Upon her ****** soil
She now quakes
In fear
Of what's to come
As her tears
Flood
While she breathes out
Hurricanes of despair
"These were meant to be
The intelligent ones"
"Yet
I have given life
To these monsters!"
And like Frankenstein
The monsters
Have turned on the giver of life

by Jemia
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