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Three healthy triplets
Now aged twenty four years old
They all share
Just one problem
A very curious one
Neither of them
Has no age recognition
They just assume
That everyone is exactly the same age
And can't understand the concept
That some people are young, or old
As to them
We are exactly the same age
As they are
This of course, caused much confusion
Especially in their early years
Although it wasn't until just after their third birthday
That their 'difference'
Became apparent
Not by their parents
But by a woman that worked at their nursery
She noticed that the triplets
Seemed to respond
In exactly the same way
To young, and old, alike
This woman Janice McTell
Mentioned her observations
To the owner of the nursery
Who gave Janice a most curious look
But nonetheless
Advised her to make a note of it
And to enter it into the triplets' file
And to 'casually' mention her observations
To the parents
Just in case it was early indicator
Of some kind of neurological dysfunction
So Janice decided to share her observations
To whichever parent turned up
At 5pm on the dot.
Both parents arrived
A young, happy, easy going couple
Janice greeted them, and said
"You have three very amazing children!"
They both smiled, a hesitant kind of smile
As they both seemed to sense
That there was going to be a 'but' coming
But Janice recognised their responses well
So changed tact
"N matter what age anyone is"
"They respond to everyone in the same way"
"As if they have no age recognition"
"As they treat everyone the same"
The parents looked puzzled
Then the mother spoke
"But we are all the same age!"
"We are simply at different stages of development!"
"It is true, that we share our children's views"
This may appear different for others"
"But that difference comes from them, not us!"
At this, Janice smiled
And waved as the three children, and their two parents left
And somehow felt strangely young again
And for another moment
Felt almost human
But had recognised that that family
Were from another world

by Jemia
It'e a funny thing
Life
Full of expectancy's
And hopes
And dreams
Of  romance
And love
But generally
Unless you're a happy
On your own
Kind of individual
Not wearing a straight-jacket
Then.
Then.  
Then
Perhaps your life, maybe
Will include another
And at first
The magic
As you walk  
Hand in hand
Aware of each others
Previous solitary existence
And beating hearts
Before they bled
And felt the electricity
Of an embrace
That moment
At that precise moment
You are more alive
Than you'll ever be
And not confined to any expectations
Not of your making
And when you've had this
But are no longer a part of it
And are now alone
You'll know of what i write
And the lingering ache
As my inky heart
Lies scrawled out
On paper......

by Jemia
The gathering sprites
Wandered over some dizzy heights
And flew
In a strange sky, of a curious hue
Landing in a country park
And for a lark
Blew raspberries
As they chuckled with glee
Which seemingly
Lifted them back to the trees
Higher, and high
They did fly
Until they rested
Upon the highest most twig
Proceeded then, to do a jig
And glancing downwards
At the lowly ground
They espied a beauty so profound
On the wondrous earth below
And so
Flew back downwards
For more of a lark
Created some fantastical art
In this wonderful, wonderful, beautiful park

by Jemia
Oh, to be a dog
And not an analogue#
To sit all day, and lick your own bits
chewing on a bone, but not your ****

by Jemia
It seemed to breathe
Like a silent ******
A quiver
Of exquisite delight
Shaking with anticipation
My taste buds
Teased, and tantalised
Become alive
With the rich succulence
Smooth, as silk
Delightfully textured
As my tongue
Indulges in the pleasure
Licking lips
Indulgence
I do love chocolate

by Jemia
Whilst camouflaged
The Golden Dragonfly
With emerald eyes
And rubies, and diamonds
Upon it's wings, and tail
Slept
And whilst it slept
It dreamed
And within its dream
It wandered
Flying over a turquoise pool
The Golden Dragonfly
Began to ponder
On its existence
And wondered why
It was a dragonfly
But then she saw her own reflection
On the soft rippling blue water
As she became aware
Of her own beauty
And instantly found
An inner tranquility
Just at that moment
As is the way of dreams
A long rolling tongue
Shot out
And swallowed the Golden Dragonfly whole
The frog
Had no other thought
Than to feast
The Golden Dragonfly
Then woke up
Relieved
That it had only been a dream
But now
Also aware
That it now had conscious thought
Beyond its natural instinct
And at first
Felt quite afraid
Looking around its surroundings
First making sure
That there were no frogs around
It glanced up
And realised
It was attached
To the outer skin
Of a curious looking creature
Some kind of giant
With hair flowing
In the soft zephyr breeze
And without realising
Spoke to the giant
"What are you?"
The giant
Looking startled
Had obviously wondered
Where the small voice was coming from
The Golden Dragonfly
Spoke again
"Are you going to eat me?"
The giant
Then realised where
The voice was coming from
Looked around before answering
Whispered, "No!"
The Golden Dragonfly
Accepted that this was at least true
"My name is Lucianne" said the Golden Dragonfly
Not knowing, until that moment
That she had a name
"My name is Petra" said the giant
With the long flowing hair
"I don't understand how it is possible
to be conversing with a dragonfly"
The Golden Dragonfly
Felt the same confusion
As it had never conversed with anything, ever
And never had questions to ask
But now
The questions came quicker
Than her wing beats
The giant spoke again
"You are welcome to remain on my waistcoat"
"And we can speak more, when we get to my home"
At that moment
A sudden gust of wind
Blew the Golden Dragonfly
Off the waistcoat
Into some dense undergrowth
And within this undergrowth
Sat a frog
And in an eye blink
A long rolling tongue shot out
And swallowed the Golden Dragonfly
Whole
The giant, named Petra
Searched the undergrowth
For several hours
Shouting out for Lucianne
Other giants around
Became concerned
When Petra explained
That she was looking for
A talking Golden Dragonfly called Lucianne
Petra would often return to the park
But never again
Did she see, or hear
The Golden Dragonfly again

by Jemia
Like a gibbous moon
Her thoughts were lost
Within the shadows
Of expectancy
Never fully knowing
Her inner light
Or her dark side
Her flame
Still burns
Flickers
Caught in the breezes
Of destiny
Dripping molten wax

by Jemia
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