Now in a relationship
With Betty The Batty witch
She wriggled her wand
Then her nose, and then began to twitch
She then uttered words of enchantment
And that kind of thing
Now i am wearing a witches knot
Just like a wedding ring
She's now cooking me
In her cauldron oh so fair
With the added extras
of wing of bat, eye of newt
And an extra dose of Yeti hair
It'll be the last time
I'm to be invited to this feast
As she moves me around the cauldron
To make sure i'm facing East
I'm now hot, and bothered, and smelly
But coming up a treat
Yet somehow escape her cauldron
Which was no easy feat
I'd waited whilst she was napping
And snoring like a ****
And ran as fast as my legs would allow
As me, and the cauldron part
I then bumped into a friendly witch
Who helped me far, and wide
And as she never tried to cook me
Ive now become her bride!

by Jemia

Oh i wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine?
Have you fallen down a well?
Or where the sun
Does not shine?
Without your presence
How am i expected
To possess any vision
To peruse a book
Read a sign
Or watch some television
Oh i do wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine
Although ive now put on my new ones
And they are absolutely fine!

by Jemia

The mosaic gold Daffodils
Hang loose, and limp
Ramshackled
Dishevelled
As they droop
Disdainfully
Towards their destiny
Yet their spark of life
Remains beautiful
Echoing their former glory
Still adorned
With their outer tunics
Like pale veils of harmony
Drawn back
Over limp green shoots
The now dying 'Daffs'
Lie, within a mosaic vase of complexities
Of Egyptian Blue's
Crimson Red's
And Verdigris Green's
Creating a tapestry
Of a primary delight

by Jemia

As the sun, and moon
Danced together
Under a blue azure sky
The stars
Awaited the twilight
Their moment
For now
Suspended in time
And whilst the sun
Still shone
The universe
Batted no eyelids
As the wings of time
Floated on the ether
Of  the tomorrows
Of the unknown

by Jemia

Her laughter
Was pained
I saw her face
The forced smile
Her eyes
Were moist
And held the truth
As did her hands
Tightly clasped together
Over loosely peeled skin
Her laugh
Deceived no-one
Not even herself
Then came the tears
She eventually cursed
She should of known better
Than to rub her eyes
Just after peeling onions

by Jemia

I love writing poetry
Some of it is okay
Like a windy ****
Or a roll in the hay
Some of it isn't
I self berate
But little, or none of it
Is particularly great
If i were a great poet
The expectations
Would be to high
To maintain
That castle
In the sky
So, like a dog
I shall remain
A pauper analogue
And also like a dog
I am a bit barking
Which doesn't rhyme
Don't blame me
Tis my pen
That writes the poetry
Like a cuckolding hen
Typical analogy
A bad workperson
Blaming their tools
Although i'm nobodies fool
Then must be the ink
So i'd like to think
A caper, on paper
A pie, in the sky
Or politics, or religion
And just a smidgeon
Of Moon dust

by Jemia

I have this cunning plan
To one day move, at will
To the Event Horizon
Where time stands still
And thus theoretically
I will not age
Nor ever
Become a sage
Nor ever come back
Especially should i fall
Into a hole that is black
So i'll keep my feet
Rooted, on the ground
And remain on this planet
Which is ever so round
As i have to settle for the fact
That i once made time fly
As i set a Christmas tree clock
Towards a ceilinged sky
But then something
Quite profound
As i then stopped time
When it smashed to the ground
So i don't really need
Any Black Holes in outer space
As i become like a clock
With a wry looking face
Next time
I hope to not go so far
Stopping time
Or become like Sagitarius
What A-Star!

by Jemia