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Summer breezes kiss my parched lips
As cooling soft zephyrs
Caress my browning flesh
Luxuriating on an isolated beach
The soft sand cools my toes
As melting ice cream
Leaves little blobs that cool my nose
And giggles and laughter
As we run from the ebbing and flowing azure ocean
Whilst beach ***** bob, and escape with the wind
The chase is on!
Kites duck, dive, and crash
Whilst the warming sun, still smiling
Watches all, with it's hat still on! .

by Jemia
Last night
I dreamt of love
Pure, and unadulterated
And beautifully romantic
As the flow of electricity
Coursed through our hearts
Sending sparks of delight
As we kissed passionately
In the soft twilight
Of this other world
Although i awoke
Alone
I felt warmed by this embrace
On my visit
To this dream world
Of my desires
And this entwinement
Of two beating hearts

by Jemia
The truth
One day
Decided
To venture
Into the mind
Of a passing cat
And gave it a voice
It's owner
Picked up the cat
To stroke it
The cat spoke
And asked her owner
To pick her up more gently
And asked her to imagine
How would she of felt
If she had been picked up
In a similar fashion?
The owner, taking fright
Immediately ran from her house
Screaming
For she thought
She had gone mad
So now the truth
Had a problem
And realised
That despite it's good intentions
That although the cat
Had spoken a truth
It wasn't that truth
That had caused the problem
The cat owner
Loved her cat deeply
And didn't, or couldn't
Envisage the cat
Speaking to her
She would not of minded
In the least bit
To be told to be more gentle
As she would never of deliberately
Hurt her beloved cat
In any way
That was a truth
She would of readily accepted.
She screamed
As she thought she had gone
Mad
And within that madness
Was also a hidden guilt
And realisation
That she had
Unintentionally
Harmed her beloved cat
The truth itself
Was mortified
At the damage it had done
And now wished
It had conveyed the truth
In another
More subtle way
And one thing it didn't want
Was to cause harm
But realised that it
The truth
Sometimes hurts
And that it would of been better
To let things lie

by Jemia
As i lie
On the periphery
Of surrealism
Sleep beckons me
My eyelids
Like hoods
Grow heavy
As i metaphorically
Buckle myself up
Ready
For my next journey
Into unknown worlds
Falling into portholes
Floating into empty space
As my brain
Short circuits
Into another dimension
And sparks into
Another version
Of another me
Although most of my travels
Are nightmarish
Tis a funny thing
That ive kissed
About six women
In six years
Whilst in dreamworld
But only one
In that same time
In real life
I wonder id we dream
When we die?

by Jemia
in a poem tonight, i said that i had a problem pronouncing the word antidisestablishmentarianism, and that it was ironic as i knew the word, and how to pronounce it Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch the irony! 😂 i got looked at proper! oh the foibles, and quirks, of you humans! oops! okay, time to come out of my closet, i am an alien! 😂 i come from a planet, where peace comes easily, and so do i....😅 **

by Jemia
first, let me make it clear
Before i commence my word forage
There were no bears in this
Nor any porridge!

After i dilated
For about the 500th time
Fairly routinely
Twas never sublime

I entered the bathroom
For my usual shower
To water my petals
Like a flower

When i stepped into the shower
Ouch! it was to hot
I added cold water
Then it was to cold
After further adjustments
It was just right
Well
I was a little bare!

by Jemia
on behalf of equal rights for nights, i would like to put the case forward that the days of the week, should be split in half aka divided into nights ie, monday+monnight, tuesday+tuesnight. i do realise, that in the process, i am excluding dawn, and twilight, which could be included at a later date, and for now could be represented simply as a + ie mon+, but this could cause some confusion, as it would be unclear as to whether it was mondawn, or montwilight, also, depending on what time of year it is, night will obviously be longer than day, and vis versa,and dawn, and twilight, are both generally dramatically shorter, but surely deserve equal recognition? a simple solution, is to exclude all definition of day night dawn twilight, and thus have the week defined as mon tues wed thurs fri sat sun, apart from anything else, involves a lot less typing. now what about months, do we have lunar months of 28 days? and thus 13 months per year, or............me go now, having a bad hair afternoon/evening, mid morning, elevenses etc etc

by Jemia
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