So England now awaits
As they enter through the Wembley Gates
As Sweet Caroline is sung loud
Hoping to outplay
An Italian display
Far from the maddening crowd
r

My feelings are clear
As the final draws near
That England win 2-1, against Rome
It's been 55 years
Where we've shed many a tear
At last a trophy will be coming home

by Jemia

A myriad of multi-coloured butterflies,
  Nestled in my hair
Around my neck, a necklace of silver dragonflies
  Are quietly resting there
In the centre of my forehead
  An intuitive third eye lies
And behind me, dancing fairies
  Reaching for the skies
Then finally, the expression on my face
  Would be a look of wonderment, as i flew up into space

by Jemia

Come hither, my dragon friend
I am in danger
Fly fast, fly true
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!

Come hither, with your firey breath
Don't be a stranger
Fly as the wind, and defy the old Yew
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!

Come hither, please save me
As i lie in my manger
Before the Changeling is due
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!

by Jemia

Today
Well this morning actually
As i'm yet to sleep
So in a way
It's still part of yesterday
Which is the day before
Today, or yesterdays tomorrow
Or did i mean tomorrows
Yesterday?
Or the day before
Yesterdays tomorrows day after the day before?
Who knows?
It seems like days
In this way
Are not disimiliar
To having a second cousin
Once removed
Whose sister
Is married to your mothers
Youngest sons' best friends
Mothers, brothers in laws
Daughters, uncles
Pet pig!
by Jemia

I am a pessimist
When things go wrong
I kind of expect it
When things go right
I am suspicious of it
It's further to fall
From the dizzy heights
Of quiet hope
by Jemia

My emotions
Are sometimes mirrored
By the weather
A deep dull grey mist
Has taken away my view
Other than the occasional glimmer
Of grey, and white flecks
As a choir of screaming seagulls
Come flying through the mist
As though entering this world
Through an obscure portal
Chased by invisible shadows
Borne from an unknown twilight world
The seagulls then
Re-enter the mist
swallowed whole
By the grey dankness
That hangs
Like a shroud
The silence returns
As i am alone with
A  white noise
And a numbing echo
Lost in an obscure limbo
I light a candle
Staring at the weaving flame
Possessed  by its hypnotic incandescence
Then ***** it out
As it reminds me
Of my wistful heart
And that i am alone
I venture out
Into the grey mist
And lose myself
In its mystery

by Jemia

One lonely, lonesome day
I strayed
And after a while
In disarray
I ventured into some woods
The birdsong beguiled me
And the flowers, and the trees
Possessed their own enchantments
Swaying gently
In a soft zephyr breeze
The shimmering sunlight
Glancing off, bejewelled Emerald leaves
In the distance
I could see glowings
Seemingly floating along the air
Like burning cinders
At first i thought
Perhaps they were Fireflies
But as i drew nearer
I noticed
That they were dancing in circles
I felt hypnotised
As before me
Were a dozen, or so
Fairies, dancing on the wind
Their softly glowing wings
Were like flames
Flickering in a draught
Silently shimmering
Like the sunlight
Soundless
Like the breath of the trees
I entered this magical circle
And then i was gone
Forever lost
In the realms
Of an ethereal world

by Jemia

The trinity Church
Built over the Black Horse Inn
Where gin was oft quaffed

by Jemia

Our mother
Who does art at seven
Mallowed by thy game
Thy ring tone comes
Thy shall'st have fun
On earth, by the River Severn
Give us this day
Our daily words said
And forgive us our faux pas
As we forgive those
That faux pas against us
Lead us not into isolation
And deliver us some weevils
For thine is the string pompom
The flower, and short story
For ever, and never
Ah Bisto!
by Jemia

(A customers address)
I envisaged loads of Moles
Hanging out together
And imagined being there
I approach the one
That's trying to act
Particularly cool
Joint in hand
Wearing shades
I say "hi!"
She says
"Hi, i am a mole
And i live in a hole!"
I say
"You should see my flat!
It's a mess!"
"Cool!" says the mole
"Fancy some Vermian spaghetti?" says the mole
"You mean worms?" i replied
"Well yeah, but we're posh moles!"
"Is that the time?" says i
And as i leave
I say
"Beware the mole catcher!
"No need" said the mole
"He leaves us be"
"Ah, cool" says i
"See you later, Alligator" says i
"In a hole" says the mole

by Jemia

When i'm alone
I drown
I can' swim
I need to paddle
With people
Afloat
On an sea of life
Alone
I am in a desert
There is no oasis
Just empty echoes
Whilst floating in space
Gnats give me angst
I wish
In a way
I'd forgotten
What it is like
To embrace
Another
Friend, or lover
I feel like a ghost
An unheard whisper
A grain of sand
On an empty beach.....
by Jemia

The Ice Moon Of Saturn
As i wander off
To the land of fae
Whence i shall fly
Under a moonlit sky
And dance in circles
With my fairy friends
And ride on the backs
Of dragons
Warmed by their firey breath
As their cinders
Flow through the air
Like glowing fireflies
As their roar
Like rumbling thunder
Quakes the Earth
And i will feel free again
As i admire the magic all around me
Engulfed by its' majesty
As i escape these earthly shackles
That bind me
As i kiss
The wet, and watery wind
And savour it's succulence
Then pirouette with pleasure
Then return to the dance
The magic, and romance
As my tulip eyes
Are ablaze
With the colours
Of love
And my existence
Will no longer be
Like the Ice Moon of Saturn
That once was
But is no more
Other than a distant echo in time

by Jemia

Since i'd seen Narnia, viewed within a small box
I'd convinced myself it was real
And desired to one day venture
Into this wild, and wonderful place
I spent my youth, venturing into wardrobes
But to no avail, and oft
Evicted from a host of furniture shops
Their owners viewing me with disdain
Or considered me slightly insane
But i was on a quest
And therefore, wouldst do my best
Then one curious day
A very old small ancient looking key
Mysteriously came into my possession
I was convinced it was related to my quest
But  a few more years passed me bye
Yet not once did i give up my search
Until one dark, and dusty evening
Under the affluence of incahol!
I took a short cut through a small park
After first absent mindedly
Using the old key to unlock the gate
So for a lark, i entered this park
Wherein i could hear the too-wit too-woo of an owl
I echoed  back the too-wit too-woo
Too-wit too-woo to you too, and giggled foolishly to myself
Then, to my surprise, the owl spoke
"I'm fine thank you for asking"
I nearly fell forwards onto my back
Then backwards onto my front
My head was spinning, and my legs felt slack
But eventually regained some composure
I said to the owl "did you just speak?"
"i'm sure i heard words uttered from your beak"
" Yes!" said the owl, with a squeak
"And i know the way, to a place you seek"
Yet my enthusiasm, in my search for Narnia
Had taken me to explore myself
And so now, here i was talking to a talking owl
So maybe now, i had lost my sanity
And madness was to become a regular companion
Here i was, a woman alone in a park
A very dark lonely park
Talking to a talking owl
So i thought, why not
What did i have to lose?
But first, i had to ask the owl
A very important question
"Is it true that owls are wise?"
The owl too-witted, and too-wood
And ate some more mouse that it had caught
Whilst i'd been deliberating
The owl replied, "some of us are, and some of us aren't"
"It's for you to decide, using your own wisdom, if you have it?"
Good point, thought i
The owl spoke again "if i tell you,that to gain access to Narnia"
"You first have to climb to the top of this tree"
"On the top branch, you'll find the key"
"And when you climb down, and not fall"
"The key will answer your Narnia call"
The owl of course, was right
And despite the night
Then climbed to the top of the tree
Next morning, i was awoken
Pretty much where i'd fallen
The ambulance lady said
"You seem to be okay, and luckily no knock on the head!"
" Were you on drugs, or some such thing?"
"No!" i mumbled "just to much to drink!"
"Well, we'll take you back, and check you over"
"And just a quick question, if that's okay?"
"Fire away, i heard myself say"
"Well it's normally teenagers, that come to Owl Park"
"But none have ever come through the gate with a key"
"All have been trying to access a strange, and magical land"
"Yes!" i confessed
"I even imagined, i'd conversed with an owl!"
And i started to laugh at my foolishness
"Methinks i probably drank a bit to much"
"And my imagination, on overload, added the extra touch"
"Well" said the ambulance lady, with a smile
"We all make mistakes, welcome back to Narnia"
And from a tree, i heard the owl speak
"so glad you made it, and if you wish to return to Earth"
"I'll be back in a week!"

by Jemia

A warm, and gentle zephyr breeze
Kissed me gently, between my knees
And up it rose, between my thighs
Like sensual lips, and silent sighs

I quietly blushed, a pinkish red
As i lay upon, a flowery bed
Then slowly, i closed my shyish eyes
And dreamt of dreams, with butterflies

Their silken wings, softly fanned
Whilst my yearning soul, and heart expand
I kissed the breeze, and suns embrace
Which caressed my lips, then kissed my face

The wind grew wilder, And quite intense
Its' pure desires, caressed my essence
But soon passed, and gradually thinned
This soft, and sensual, kissing wind

by Jemia

Her husband was a sailor
Who sailed the Seven Seas
Her early years were spent
In care, homelessness, and other miseries

They then met, and came together
A truer love was rarely found
They lived sincere, and honest life's
And were forever bound

He oft returned, with tokens of love
Discovered from around the world
With tales of each lashing wave
Were regularly unfurled

Producing a wooden red yo yo from his pocket
He'd purchased something new
Its' up and down movements
Were like the oceans blue

For three long months now, she's mourned his passing
After a lifetime of love, laughter, and good cheer
Yet curiously, only just last week
The long time missing red yo yo, did mysteriously reappear

She told me, she doesn't believe in ghosts
But this is very strange indeed
It's as though he sent her this special gift
To comfort her, in her moment of need

by Jemia

I asked my fairies
Seated amongst the pyramids,
Along with, Mermaids, Dragons
And an half empty dusty Absinthe bottle
Why does your candle
Bear no flame?
I am told
That i need a match
But i have no strike
Thence i was left to imagine
Which way its flame
Would flicker
Until i see its true light
Then
Out of the blue
Cascading rainbows of pain
Spiral through me
Accompanied by an orchestra
Of clustered emotions
Like pins
Impaled in my effigy
It's now three in the morning
My eyes feel heavily laden
Demanding a sleep
My brain won't allow
My eyelids eventually cede
And flicker,
Like a dying flame
As i enter
The strange world
Of dreams

by Jemia

Shoulds't i venture out
Into the wet cooling wind
To feel the rain
Moisten my bare legs

And as the wind blows
Through my wild skittish hair
The silver globules
Disguise my tears

The damp briskness
Will awaken my emotions
Will let me
Feel alive

The clammy cloudy clouds
Leaking gently
Feeding
A thirsty nature

The wind
May blow away
My shrouded
Emotions

The slow drip, drop
Silver rivers
Their under bellies
Belie, race downwards

Upon my window
Trickles
Like sticky tears
Gluey opalescence

by Jemia

Try as i might
I cannot seem to escape this world
This mortal coil of mine
Is caught in an ever tightening knot

I feel strangled
Simply on the whim of others
I wish to freely fly
But my wings remain clipped

Destiny, lies destitute
Landlocked, and lingering
As fragile
As a whispering cloud

I look to the night sky
But the stars merely blink
And say nothing
They are already ghosts

The oceans, ebb, and flow
Shift, in the sands of time
Hide behind
Their lunar (e)motions

A heart beat, slows
Forlorn, forgotten
A broken shell
A grain of sand
Always shifting

by Jemia

I saw two friends briefly embrace last night
Something ive yearned, over this last year
But i couldn't summon up the courage
To hold someone so near

For i fear, that r would not want to ever let go
In case it was the last hug ever
But the opportunity, may not happen again
Never, never, never

A living, breathing, solid soul
A human touch of endearment
I try to catch my pulsing breath
Missing contact, is like a bereavement

I now mourn my missed opportunity
Nothing prepared me, there was no warning
I lie here in my silent solitude
It's now gone three in the morning

Soon the birds, will quietly awaken
Then sing their sweet songs of the dawn
And i will reminisce in my silence
At tears i could not fawn

by Jemia

COME! Fairies, Pixies, Mermaids, Dragons
Come fly into my room
Come Witches, and beloved cats
Come, come park your dusty broom

Come, keep me company
And help relieve my malaise
Come, bring some song, and laughter
As ive been sad for the last few days

Come Fairies, and dance your dance
Whilst Mermaids pirouette above the spray
Come Dragons, breathe your firey breathe
And burn my doubts away

Come, one, and all
And weave your wonders wild
Come, fill my mind
And release my inner child

by Jemia

Thought i'd discovered
An upside down
Back to front
Pen that didn't work
Then realised
That i was
Holding it
At the wrong end
Like a stick....
by Jemia

The state of being
A singularity
For the remainder
Of my existence
Sometimes
Pulls at the strings
Of my emotions
And an undying
Wavering stutter
Of sadness
That this is
My destiny
by Jemia

How is that flower
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia

Seeking a solemn quietude
To escape my idling loneliness
I ventured outwards, on a quest
Wandering back into a forgotten past
Firstly stepping into a building of words
But was unable to access my needs
So abandoned the site of interest
And ambled trippingly to an old world
As i had espied a thing of thoughts
On a previous visit through time
Yet seemingly, twas only yesterday
by Jemia

Pockets
Ive got pockets on my jacket
And pockets on my coat
Pockets on my bumbag
And pockets on my non-existent boat

Ive got pockets on my bicycle
And pockets by my eyes
Pockets on my underthings
To keep away the flies!

Ive got pockets that i did not pick
And pockets full of air
Pockets full of nonsense
And pockets everywhere

Some of my pockets don't exist
And some are quite surreal
Including a little lost pocket, in a locket
And a hidden one in my heel

Some of my pockets are disguised as bags
Or a Pandoras box, and some such thing
But my favourite little pocket
Is within a secret magical ring

Which once delved into
Leads me to another world
Where there are no pockets of any kind
Just a myriad of mysteries, yet to be unfurled

by Jemia

I kissed her as gently
As the beating wings of a dragonfly
Brushing against the breeze
Like a whisper

I kissed her as gently
As a whisper
Brushing her lips
With my flickering tongue

I kissed her as gently
As a flickering candle
Caught in the breezes
Of secret whispers

by Jemia

A hamlet of one thousand, living on the foreshore
A hubbub of humanity, survival at its core
A cocktail of life, oft shaken, and stirred
A ropy undignified indifference, regularly heard
A taste of saltwater, fish, and a melancholic gin
Gnarled hands, and weathered faces, with an accompanying din
A thriving populace, some occasionally amorous
Seagull artists, painting Union flags, uncolourful, and unglamorous
Sunken ships, recycled, and usurped, in which to dwell
Smugglers, thieves, and vagabonds, sometimes made it hell
A whole host of personalities, were readily found
Living on a non Bermudan Triangle, known as the America Ground
by Jemia

Been training some Leporidae
To run
Fast
Pretty Hare racing stuff!
by Jemia

Dipping my toes
Into the deep waters
Of destiny
by Jemia

The Black Horse, a gin house
On an area, quite profound
Many a seafarer, got blown of course
When landing in the America Ground

The Black Horse soon expired
And was lost, there was no search
But soon the ground was rebuilt, not hired
By the Holy Trinity Church

Lord Byron in pique
Euterpe, was not a/muse/d
Ink streaked petticoat
by Jemia

Getting puddled
Whilst piddling
In a paddling pool
Purposeful Poodles
Poo
In a private pond
Whilst picky Pekinese
Prefer
A pretty privy
Perchance
A plain parallelogram
Has a poetic ****
As for Peter Piper
Got pickled,
And ******!
by Jemia

Last night
I dreamt
I was in the midst
Of a thunderstorm
In a strange house
In a strange land
Alone
At first
Until
A past love
Bid me goodnight
Then disappeared
I found a box of matches
And a candle
As i fear the inner darkness
The storm
Blew over
I awoke
Safe
The ex love reappeared
And we hugged
Then we kissed
Passionately
The same intensity
Was still there
Yet we both knew
It would not  rekindle
A candle
That had no wick
Her desires
Were of a different ilk
Of what i had been
And no longer was
Nor had truly ever been
by Jemia

every day, i learn something new.
about Skippy, the Bush Kangaroo!
disturbing to think he may of had
a two-pronged didgeridoo!
yes, it's true
Wonder at the thoughts on this
by Winnie The Pooh!
but more amazing is the mother Kangaroo
One birthing ******, plus another two
by Jemia

I'm outraged
And (e)inraged
And somewhere
In between raged
Maybe
I'm just outrageous....
by Jemia

I once ate
A wolf ****
Cooked in butter
And garlic
Served on toast
With egg
And beans
It evolved
Around cow pats
Not surprised really...
by Jemia a fun gi rl

Rainbows now bleed blood
Mother earth weeps acid tears
Feed plastic oceans
by Jemia

The worst time
To be right
About something
Is when
You wish
You were
Wrong...
by Jemia

Out of the corner, of my eye
I glimpsed the ruins
Of Hastings Castle ruins
And momentarily
Mistook the flying flag
For that of a dragon
Caught on the wind
As a new kind of magic
Was about to enter my life
And breathe new fire
Into my soul
And light up
The fading flickers
Borne from the molten wax

by Jemia

Yesterday
My brain
Was wrought
Like iron
In, and on, fire
Shaped
And hammered
Into a multitude
Of thoughts
And like iron
Today
I
Rust in peace
by Jemia

Ebbing, and flowing
Arterial memories
Cry me a river

by Jemia

The America ground, without recourse
Where smugglers, thieves, and vagabonds so coarse
Woulds't quaff, ale, or gin, at The (dubious) Black Horse

by Jemia

Lady Annie Brassey
Perchance, went fly fishing
For flying fish
With a different kind of fishnet.
Sadly
Constance, was not constant
A crowded yacht
Somehow, now seemed empty
Tears to weep
Into the oceans deep
As the Sunbeams rays
Became shrouded

by Jemia

Simply floating on by
On a whim
Of the wind
My paper like wings
Caught on the breezes
Like falling blossom

by Jemia

The seed of self doubt, has reared its complicated head
Tranquil as a red sunset, calm as a storm unmet
Where clouds leak, onto my every doubt

Twilight soon becomes night, the night becomes enchanted
Where fairies once dwelt, on a land made of felt
Time for bed, dreams need to be dream fed

Oh to feel your tender lips, upon my thighs
When true love, once had a name
My heart, bleeds dry

Little atmosphere, but really atmospheric
To all, and sundry's surprise
Quoth I, of I

by Jemia

"Good morning mirror
How are you today?"
"Me?"
"I'm just reflecting
On my life
At how people approach me
Full of expectation
And hope
And denial
Then somehow resent me
When i tell them the truth
But only on a physical level
Sometimes
Even i
Can be shocked
Or surprised
I hide no secrets
Or tell no lies
Those lie
Within the realms
Of the beholder"
by Jemia

Octopusses
Have tentacles
I have
Tentative
Similar reasons
Less limbs....
by Jemia

The silent sighs of loneliness
Sweep softly, and secretly
Through succulent memories
As a sad reminiscence
Searches, and sears
Through a yearning soul
Sometime, maybe soon
Someone
Somewhere
With sweet seductive eyes
Will sweep me away
To some secret hideaway
Within our hearts
I await such sorcery
And majestic mysterious magic
Solemnly
As surely now
Tis but a sweet dream
And the lonely silence
Will prevail
by Jemia

Why would i want
To look outside?
At the bleak grey
Dreary day
On a wet, and rainy Saturday
So i keep my roller blind
Down
And thus hope
I do not drown
Within the isolation
Of my boudoir
Where-in
Lies a myriad of colours
Of objects d'art
And a multitude
of
Ethereal beings
Each frozen in a moment
Wings a flutter
Or ready to fly
To carry me off
To their worlds of fancy
In the distant emerald sky
I have witches, and dragons
And mermaids too
Unicorns, and tall-tailed cats
Herds of elephants, and a hullabaloo
And a glass dolphin
On the crest of a wave
And a large metal snail
Looking ever so brave!
Pictures galore, adorn my wlls
Along with scribblings, and a meandering of memories
I love them all, mostly...
Old fashioned cameras
No longer in use
I take photo's of
And wonder of what they saw.
Also dusty brass lanterns
And books, some over 200 years old
And a disconnected radiator
To keep out the cold
But that's another story, never to unfold
Sentimental cards, hanging from the ceiling
Supported by a piece of string
And that kind of thing
A pewter teapot 150 years old
Pewter sugar shakers, and measures
Of histories untold
So why would i want to venture out?
Where the clouds leak onto my every doubt
Why face the silver globules from the sky
When i can remain indoors, in the warm, and dry
by Jemia

time for bed
dreams need to be dream fed!
as they whirl around inside my head
as squirrels **** like brie
up and down squirrel trees
so many nuts to set them free
Goodnight my nutkin friends
before i am driven round the bend
by Jemia