I work with carers
Caring for loved ones
They don't get paid for this
They do it out of love
For someone that now
Sometimes , no longer recognises them
Or acts unappreciative
For this care
Sometimes abusive
And even physically aggressive
But each carer knows
That this person they love
Has an illness
Through no fault of their own
And were they aware
Of what lay ahead
Would be horrified
At the consequences
And their behaviour
Towards their loved ones
Who understand fully
The why's, and wherefore's
Of these terrible afflictions
Whilst often coping
With physical disabilities
Of their own
Their love, dedication, and courage
Will never cease to amaze me
As they persevere
Through what is often
A living nightmare
They come from all walks of life
Their struggle
Remains the same
Their only release
Is when their cared for person
Either goes into respite
And nursing care
Or dies

by Jemia

I found a little drawing pin
Just sticking in a wall
i wondered what had once hung from it
Or maybe nothing at all

I removed this little drawing pin
It really took its toll
For right behind, where it once was
I found a little hole

I put my bestest glasses on
And shone a torch inside
To my absolute amazement
I found a pixie trying to hide

I asked if it was okay
And offered it drink, and food
It looked me directly in the eye
And said "i'm simply not in the mood!"

The pinhole suddenly opened up
And swallowed me deep within
As i found myself, in another world
All because of that strange little pin

So next time you see a pin in the wall
Be careful what you do
In case its a portal, to another world
Where you'll get swallowed too!

by Jemia

Such a complicated seed
When given some free ****
Tobacco, and papers, i had to buy
The cost of this caper, made me cry
A free gift
Gave me short shrift
Just under fourteen pounds
Perhaps i'll discover
A new profound
Oh look, a Monkey Puzzle tree
Little titters
And a he he he!

by Jemia

On Tuesday, of next week
Many shall have a peek
As i bare my body (and perhaps my soul)
As artists paint my whole!
The bare cheek of it all
Not even socks on, or a shawl
But i shall feel free
As i provoke some artistry
I'll smile, and try not to cough
And hope i don't freeze my **** off!

by Jemia

500 hundred men
Go off to war
They battled hard
But then no more

500 souls
Were all bled dry
Full of holes
No time to die

Of the 500
There was little left
Just skin, and bones
Their hearts bereft

by Jemia

Her Royal Highness, her maiden now befriended
Ice-cold, at the Snow King's Ball attended
With iceberg emotions, cool and intact
Reclusive, and not one to over react
She was born of Royal Pleistocene descent
Cautious and cool, not one to repent
Ruth was her name, ruthless without shame
Eyes, ice-blue, her ice-fall tears were tame
With her maiden hench-woman, ice-bound lay she
Memories frozen in an ice-blink, of her dying diety

The Snow King, snowed under and snow bound
How now he admired the Guelder Rose, new found
Yet his thoughts were lost, in a snow storm's mistake
Within one lonely, snow white flake
His Ice-Queen had left, with words shot from a quiver
As his snow-slip emotions, became as a snow-broth wither
Letting his thoughts, above the snow-line
Lost in a snow-blink, his Ice Queen, was frozen in time
Ever her false love, so cold, so unkind
Left him alone, snow-blind, of his queens' cold and frigid mind

by Jemia

If i were to die
And sigh my last sigh
Then awaken, as some-one new
Born again, to this human zoo

Then view the world, with open eyes
As i pass my own grave, where-in i lie
But now to behold a different view
The sun is up, the sky is blue

And as i evolve, i want to fly
As i grow my wings, to kiss the sky
Bidding the Earth, a sweet adieu
Remembering a life, that i once knew

I see my reflection, and begin to cry
Of happy tears, although not sure why
An old life seems gone, in which i grew
Memories of which, i cannot subdue

My heart remains gentle, i wouldst not deny
My dreams now sweet, my hopes are high
Now a young woman, nothing to misconstrue
Living my life, so long overdue

Then i awaken again, my mouth is dry
My new life has gone, i cannot defy
Reincarnation, leaves a strange kind of hue
Being myself, i will always pursue

by Jemia