I could smile for a mile
Although it wouldst take me a while
To do it with style
Wouldst only beguile
So i'll lock it away, in my happy file

I could grin with a gin
Agin', and agin', and agin'
But i doubt, i'd remain thin
As i joined Hogarth, at an inn
Ice, and a slice, as we upped our chin

Or wander fair, in the fresh air
As the breezes cools, my hot derriere
And be ever so debonair
With a certain amount of rustic flair
But would i? could i? actually dare?

I could bare my soul, or my chest
Not quite sure, what is best
As i feel the sea, upon my breast
But as you may of guessed
All this is written, mostly in jest......

by Jemia

Dunblane

Such an evil, sick, and tormented soul
His twisted morals, had taken control
On March 13th, 1996, he went totally insane
Mercilessly destroyed innocence, in a town called Dunblane

Lost were 16 young children,and their teacher
Their registration was taken, by the local preacher
They now lay assembled, in graves of disdain
At the horror that occurred, that day in Dunblane

by Jemia

i still remember this, and have left this poem collecting dust for 26 years. but a friend recently visited Dunblane, and they are living with the light, and hope, that the fabulous Murray brothers have brought them with their tennis, who were both at that school on that day. x

They can back track
But they can't track back
And if they tracked back
Before the back track
They may go slack
As they lack
A track to the back track
To the track back
To the back track
Back to the back track, track

by Jemia
Now confused, kerfuffled, and discombobulated!

In my middle year at uni
As one of my options
I chose Chaucer'a Canterbury Tales
Promptly bought my copy of the book
And a few days later
Went for my first lecture
And was happy to see
That most of the other students
Had the same copy as me
As we sat there, awaiting the tutor
A very very short, black bearded man
Entered the lecture room
He looked like
He had just stepped out
Of a set, for Lord Of The Rings
I thought this was interesting
Until he spoke
Then i was a little afraid
I thought *******
The man's possessed
As his words were in a strange archaic tongue
I considered
Making a dash to the main office
For assistance
As there was a raven-haired
Gibbering madman on the loose
Speaking what i could only assume
Were demonic profanities at us
But then he broke into English
And after a few moments
Reality
Slapped me in the face
After he asked us
Had we read all the details
of the course
That we were to be studying Chaucer's
Canterbury Tales
In Middle English
Oh crap!!!!!!!!

by Jemia

Funny to think
That i have
Half the abilities
Of an Octopus
I have four limbs
Although i can't swim
Or emit ink
Unless it's from a pen!
And don't move my limbs
In the same way
As an Octopus would
Unless i'm inebriated
Or aroused
Or trying to be theatrical!
Just realised
That i don't really
Have much in common
With an Octopus
After all! :)

by Jemia

A Twilight Of Silhouettes

Nature
Silhouetted
Under a darkening
Scarlet sky
Trees
Perched upon a lonesome hill
Their branches
Like dark skeletal fingers
Reaching upwards
Into a ****** coloured sky
As the golden setting sun
Now streaked
With a violet dappled red
The trees
Now barely visible
Await the moonlight
To awaken
Their silhouetted existence
As a darkening rebirth
Beckons

by Jemia

Bouncing upon
Pillowed blue-grey clouds
That hang in the midst
Of an Azure sky
The gleeful shrieks
Of the sky fairies
Are muffled
By the whistling wind
Which in turn
Sets aeolian harps
To play
Creating a both surreal
And strange
Ethereal sound
And as the fairies bounce
They poke holes in the clouds
Which then leak
Onto the now
Moistening earth below
As each fairy
Holds tight
Attaching themselves
To these dewy droplets
Drifting downwards
There fall
Broken by the awaiting
Cherry blossom
And emerald green leaves
Until the wind
Scoops them up
Returning them to the sky
In which they reside

by Jemia