The luxurious ocean
Of a velvet hue
Slip slopping
Over pebble-dashed pebbles
Like an artists palette
The setting sun
Had given birth
Into the myriad coloured sky
A twilight
That kissed the soul
As the twinkles
On the shimmering sea
Fell into the night
And became the stars
Accompanied
By a passionate moonlight
The ocean
Now taunted, and teased
By mother Earths tempestuous sister
Began to ripple
Like stolen innocence lost
And soon forgotten
As a wave, of tides
Surged forward
Into an unexplored pleasure
Caressing the golden sands
Of desire

by Jemia

Just dug up my Twitter page
Which i'd buried years ago
Like a dog, who'd found a bone
That they didn't want to know

So had a casual look around
To see what i could see
All seems a bit hysterical
And not the thing for me

It's awash with multiple red herrings
And other fishy things
And stuff that falls from bullocks bottoms
And persons that know everything

I twittered, and twattered, and tweeted
But luckily, i did not swear
There seemed to be a few narcissists
But others in despair

So i'll think i'll stick with face-ache
And instagramps as well
As i ponder upon the mysteries
Of planet Earth, on which we all now dwell

by Jemia

I don't know, who this woman is
That claims to be the queen
As i always assumed it was my mother
Who discreetly remained unseen

They were both born,in the very same year
Back in nineteen twenty six
The queen sat upon a throne of gold
My mother, a throne of sticks

So instead i shall wear a crown
Made of natures finest flowers
Happy to be a fairy queen
As i dance amidst the bowers

Lost in the beauty of this magical realm
The birds, bees, and beautiful trees
The buttercups, and forget-me-nots
And happy faces, eager to please

But soon i shall remove my crown
As a myriad others will do
For today the park will be full of queens
And picnickers, artists, musicians, entertainers, and poets too!

We shall hope that mother nature
Will let the sun remain
And the breeze will blow the clouds away
And the rain, will not reign

by Jemia

I have nothing left to do
Other than lights to switch off
And lights to switch on too
At night, and during the day
Until a time, which will eventually come
When i will have nothing left, to see, or say

by Jemia

Today, is a cool
Yet sunny, windy day
And i can see
The leaves, in trees
Gently rustling
And the flag
Atop the Hastings castle ruins
Fluttering
Like wings
Of a new born dragon

by Jemia

Shimmering silver globules
Like painted teardrops
That leak
Onto her once silken wings
Fading echoes
Of fanfares
From a now distant past
Where she once glided along
On the soft zephyr breezes
Of a warm Summers day
Now she is caught
In tumultuous crosswinds
Floating haphazardly
Like a drunken wasp
Or a fallen Autumn leaf
Yet she smiles
At her halcyon days
Of sunshine
And the nectar of life's promises

by Jemia

Four billion stars
In our Milky Way
Two million light years away from the next galaxy
Planet Earth
Is no more than a grain of sand
On the infinite beaches of eternity
As we drift
Like teardrops
Through the oceans of time
As the universe
Ebbs, and flows
Like the pulse
Of an irregular heartbeat
Forever growing
Expanding
Into a vast unknown
Humanity
Is no more
Than a small island race
Of comparatively small ambitions
We can change the world
That is all
Yet our leaders
See themselves
As gods
That in reality
Are no more
Than **** holes
In the soft ****** snow of existence

by Jemia