The Blackberries
Some hung forlornly
Off withering branches
The others , meanwhile
Hung heavy after
September deluges
Some
Ripe, and ready
For the picking
Others fallen into the long grass
And still more
Decayed, yet still attached
To their mother
The rest
Not quite yet ready
I gathered those
that fell easily into my eager fingers
My right hand
Now blooded, and reddened
By the flowing ripeness
I shall feast tonight
On their succulence
As my tastebuds
Moisten
Like early morning dew
In anticipation
Awaiting
My Blackberry tongue

by Jemia

Last night
I was visited
By a golden coloured
Fantastical bird of paradise
It was somewhere betwixt
A Kingfisher, a Peacock, and part Dragonfly
And although it's plumage
Was mostly golden
It was like it had dipped the tips of it's wings
Into a rainbow
It eyed me curiously
Wandered around the room
Then suddenly
Leapt onto my bed
My mouth was agape
At this majestic looking creature
But i was also wondering
Where had it come from?
And how on Earth
It had gotten into my room
And was further surprised
When it suddenly spoke to me
"Are you trying to catch flies?"
These words broke the spell
And i found myself feeling a little disappointed
As if i could of imagined such a creature speaking
That surely such a creature as this
Would of spoken some words
Of profound wisdom, or magical incantations
Rather than questioning why my mouth was agape
So i gave a simple reply
"No!"
"I was yawning!"
"Be careful with that"
Said the Magical Golden Rainbow bird
"Else, one day, you may be yawning
Whilst the Purple Nymph Tongue Flies are present"
"They like to dwell within cavenous fleshy spaces!"
And with that
The Magical Golden Rainbow bird fantastical creature thingy
Began laughing to itself
Once i'd gathered my wits, or the dregs of their remains
I got over my initial being struck into awe, and silence
Of not just the appearance of this magical creature
And my surprise that not only could it speak
But that it also had a sense of humour
So i asked, "Where have you come from?"
And are you related to Mocking Birds!"
At this
The Magical Golden Rainbow 'Mocking' Humorous Fantastical Creature
Eyed me curiously, with one of its three eyes
(Forgot to mention the third eye, to overwhelmed with all else!)
And said
"I'd thought you'd realise
Where i'd come from!"
"I only exist, because you have imagined me!"
And then, just like a Phoenix
It burst into flames
And disappeared
Yet curiously
It had somehow left
One golden feather behind
With a rainbow tip!

by Jemia

Barrels
And swinging seats
Softly cushioned
Benches, and lost feet
Candlelit romances
Flickering fluidity
Waxing moons
Waning hopes
Dripping molten candles
Lost wicks
Empty souls
Aromas of pizza
Floating
Like the flickering winds
Of an obscure dialect
Humanity sits
Lurking with intent
In a vacant bar

by Jemia

The
Scratching
Pennies
Of
A
Poet
Pauper

by Jemia

I crash
As i tumble
And crumble
Like Tumbleweed
Floating
On the air
Drifting
Without a care
Rolling
With the wind
Free as a bird
Within a cage
No rage
But doubt
Will i ever
Get out?

by Jemia

To Be, Or Maybe Not?

Although
Imay bleed
Poetry
It doesn't
Necessarily
Mean
That it' not
****!
But still
I often
Write *****
Or not
Is this a question?
It may be an answer
Ive been referred
I already have heart disease
And four stents
But my referral
Has a different sense
For the big C
Oh little me
My life lost
In poetry
I have no plans
For such
Skulldugery

by Jemia

there be lightning in the air!
but i am unafraid
as i watch the flashes
through my roller blind
and ignore the fears
creeping into my mind
and the roars of thunder
that plunder
the silence
i cough
as i quaff
the still red pool
the grapes of wrath
that made me cough
that lurk within
so cool
i dread the dead
that lie behind this hidden thread
of doubt
but i cannot get out
for i am trapped
within my skin
my soul spreads
like butter
so thin

by Jemia