I had put all my hopes, and dreams
Into a basket full of holes, so it seems
Fallen eggshells, lay scattered
As dreams were soon shattered

I patched the basket up, ready for its quest
Filled it with eggs, from a myriad of nests
And avoided stepping, onto broken eggshells
As i  moved forward, dancing over bluebells

I walked amongst the beautiful trees
My hair flowing gently, in a warming breeze
as a susseration, of stirring leaves
Embraced my heart, that no longer grieves

The sun, knowingly shone
Sensing my emotions, of things, now gone
As a myriad trees, gave me a warming embrace
They lifted my soul, towards an ethereal place

As a soft murmuring, of wind-swept flowers
A sweetening of time, amidst sweet bowers
A natural tapestry, of butterfly wings
with beautiful birdsong, and fluttering wings

by Jemia

The Flower Moon
Blooms in the night sky
Shining bright
Beautiful, yet sweetly shy

The Earth moves
With the emotions, of the oceans
The tides, ebb, and flows
Like tears

Fairies dance
In circles of light
As mead flowers
In the magical moonlight

The moon
Now honeyed, and sweet
Romance blossoms
As lovers meet

As yonder flowers bloom
And the psitherism of trees
Flow, to, and fro
Glinting moonlight, on the emerald leaves

The Flower Moon
Prospers anew
And sits in the sky
Under, a beautiful azure blue

But for now
The full Flower Moon awaits
Still, as yet silent
Until it's destiny, of a full moon awaits

As the ether
Lies in the night sky
For now, ethereal
And still quietly shy

by Jemia

Can't stop thinking
Of poetical things
Like an addiction, in a dictionary
That sometimes sings
Thinking of using a pseudonym
As a her, no hymn
As i join poet's anonymous
Anonymously
Love irony
Not ironing
As i iron out
Adversity
Is a CRHYME
A criminal rhyme?

by Jemia

Out of the shadows
On friday the thirteenth
From within a nest
Eggs are waiting
To be hatched
As plots lurk
Inside the recesses
Of creative minds
About to be laid bare
Some of ethereal wonderment
Others of stark realities
And some of everyday observations
I, for one
Wondered
As to whether
I should consider
A piece of poetical theatre
A true life retrospective
Of my recent experience
As a life model
Baring, not just my soul
Thankfully
Common sense prevails
For now
As i declare myself as a naked poet
An audience may be misled
Into thinking
That i was going to bare
More than just my soul
And my whole (with a W!)
And thus remain unbearable
Like unstreaky bacon
Still sizzling, and spitting
Accompanied by broken eggs
So for now
The naked poet
Shall remain in the shadows!

by Jemia

Just got back
From the land of Fae
Happily ambushed by bluebells
And Elfin stick houses
And chattering trees
And May queens
And the sun, and moon
Kissing each other
Under a blue azure sky

by Jemia

They came
From far, and wide
Flying over
Hills, and dales
And mountains as well
Breathing fire
Apart from one
Called *****
His flame
Had left him
Eons ago
It was said
That he'd been doused
Whilst aroused
And lost his fire
Some thought he had
Snuffed it, and was now dead
His real name was Fred
But he had lost his fire
Not his life
Whilst frolicking
With an old flame
But now remains
Burn't out, of any desire
Seeking out the flame
Without the fire
Then before him
Appeared the most beautiful
Of dragon beauties
She was certainly a cutey
Her gorgeous purple scaly skin
And bloodshot red eyes
Left him to mesmerise
And much to his surprise
He felt
He was gently being rekindled
He quaffs more firewater
His dead eyes
Now all ablaze
He ***** his wings
With great vigour
The lady dragon smiles
As she winks
With one of her **** scaly eyelids
Fred bows down
As he feels
Fresh fire fill his lungs
Then in a moment
Of great expectation
He opens his mouth
To emit his flame of desire
Sadly, and tragically
All that comes out
Is a small
Puff of smoke
The lady dragon
For one brief moment
A tiny hint of sympathy
Flashes across
Her now jaded green eyes
She then flies of
Towards a blood red moon
Leaving *****
In disarray
For his next birthday
The lady dragon returns
Bearing a gift
Of a box of matches
As she relights
His lost flame
Sometimes relationships
Just need that little spark!

by Jemia

A rose with a thorn
Tears bleed, at looming death knolls
For whom the bell tolls

by Jemia