The trees
So tall, and heroic
Reached high, to the skies
And below, to their graves
Stretching out, sprawling
Their elegant limbs, as if yawning
Awash with their emerald leaves
That glitter, in the dew of morning
With a decent nobility
They cleansed our breath of life
Watched over us
Nourished, and fed us
Nurturing this earth
On which we dwell
Our guardian angels
And we sent them to hell
We burn’t them, and cut them
And axed them to shreds
We effectively, cut off their arms
Then chopped off their heads
We buried them
Beneath tarmac, and concrete
Building motorways, and houses
as tombstones above their graves
The copses, are now corpses
Of a once beautiful rotting death
Their elegant magnificence
That once cleansed our breath
by Jemia

another night
lying in my bed
looking to another day
no different
to the last
the day before
the week before
the month before….
and everyday
becomes the same
doing the same ‘stuff’
but ‘mixing’ it up
same thing
just different order
today, on text
a friend helped me
today, on the phone
i helped a friend
didn’t see anyone though
they are my invisible friends
i ****** as usual
i cooked
i ate
i washed up
and washed my hands
my hands are now dry
my hands are dry, from washing
ironic
iv’e got dry skin
from being to wet
i did some arty stuff
and iv’e written this
and now i’m off to sleep again
to face another day of the same
i seriously miss my daughter
goodnight/morning

2:47 a.m. by Jemia

The wild trees gather
And susserrate
Heaving hearing woodland
Nestling birds
Rested high
Chirp, with agitated serenades
As men with chainsaws, approach
Causing a psithurism
As trees tremble
Leaves, rustling fear
At the approaching, oncoming slaughter
A soft zephyr, meanwhile
Proffers a gentle caress
in an inane act of love
As screaming chainsaws
Cut into woody flesh
Silencing the trees
Soon a fluttering
Wings abandon
Unborn young
As their homes
Are massacred
by Jemia

The Moon, now shone so bright
It had turned Earth to an eerie daylight
Apart from a silvery misty glow
That first ebbed, and then did flow

Pulsations came from beneath the Earth
Like Ancient times, whence the Moonbirth
The skies turned to a crimson silken red
As birth blood flowed, from mother Earths bed

All unseen nature, came into sight
For this was the unique Moonbirth night
Casting their magic, to and fro
As the newborn moon, began to grow

The fairies danced, in circles of delight
Around the glow, of this ****** moonlight
As all the other creatures, of this secret clan
Were set free, upon this sacred land

The moon glazed pink, as a newborn child
Parted mother Earth, for a far of wild
Now sat in the sky, a frog leap away
Soon became invisible, in the light of day

Other than sweet birdsong, and a shimmering
The Earth became silent, with a curious glimmering
Her ebb and flo, now quietened, and sublime
As the Moon found her place, in the echoes of time
by Jemia

on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
been there a few times of late
got a destiny, but not a date

staring up, at a clear blue sky
nature sobs, but cannot cry
the heat of the warming sun
is still awaiting, till winter’s done

meanwhile, a virus has come to play
no-one really wants it to stay
most think it most uncouth
but at least it doesn’t, destroy our youth

not like the weapons of a murderous war
young or old, life blood is poured
under the guise of honour, not money
human treacle, disguised as honey

but i fear, deep down inside
where love and peace, had a chance to reside
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
by Jemia

Through ferns and brushes
And silver birch rushes
And leaves that have rotted away
Through hills and dales
And aromatic smells
And a wood that has no way

Where fairies once dwelt
On a land made of felt
Where the bracken is disarray
And the birds and the bees
And the broad slender trees
That never give right of way

By the deep turquoise pool
Where a zephyr blows cool
Over frog-laden lillies for days
An aeolian song purrs
Into a silence that stirs
Which the enchanted forest allays

As day becomes night
As the dark takes the light
And the moon casts shadows astray
A hoot from an owl
As night creatures prowl
Through the magic that stole the day

Right through the night
Shone the mad moonlight
Where circles of fairies did play
It was such a thing
To see the fairies take wing
And from the dead wood, fade away…..
by Jemia

Secretly, Titania, and Oberon
Had cast a magical spell
The guests were despatched
To a strange Dingly Dell
Their eyes changed colour
And they all grew wings
And flew around in circles
Doing all sorts of things
Some crashed into each other
Some crashed to the ground
Others flew into trees
Some sang silly sounds
Many got dizzy
And a couple were ill
And when they woke up next morning
They were perched upon my window sill
I beckoned them in
To tell me their tales
But none could remember
Because of the spells!
by Jemia

Invite to the Wild Fairy Ball
Hosts Titania and Oberon, hear our call
Welcome, welcome, welcome one, and all
You are duly invited, to attend our ball
Where Fairies, and Elves, and Pixies will dance
And lovers will meet, for a little romance
Where tables are set, full of food and red wine
And musical harps, and lyres, will offer sublime
And owls, and foxes, cats, and hares
Will dance the dance Fandango, with a magical flare
Pan will enchant you, with his pipes all afire
All will dance, around the flames of desire
And Unicorns will gallop, and Trolls will groan
Welcome one and all, to the twilight zone
Try not to turtle, smurtle, fret, or fottle
There is no need, to bring a bottle!
by Jemia

What was thought to be a small island ear to the Bermuda Archipelagos in the North Atlantic Ocean, discovered a hundred, or so, years ago. it's now been found to be, a uniquely rare species of a giant frog.
Resulting in a summit of all the world's scientists, and leaders, fearful that this frog may hop, or leap. and such is it's size, and weight, could cause a giant super Tsunami, that could flood the entirety of the globe.
Therefore, should they put into place, preventative measures, such as culling it. with this in mind, the French delegation immediately offered to dispose of the frog's legs.
It was decided to approach the problem by visiting the site, where the frog was sat, so a large cruise ship embarked on a small voyage to visit the site, so as to decide how best to deal with the situation, and the fate of the frog, that the press were now calling 'Frog Island'.
Meanwhile, the frog, which was just awakening after a long hibernation, opened it's enormous eyes, saw what it thought was a large fish floating nearby, and without waiting, it's massive tongue shot out, and swallowed the cruise ship whole. the stomach of the frog, was happy to digest the actual ship, but immediately disposed of it's contents, all wrapped up in spawn, and delivered out of it's rear end, shocked, but alive, and soon rescued.
Subsequently, there was an uncertainty, as to how to destroy the frog. If it were bombed, it may still cause a Tsunami, if it were poisoned, he impact could cause catastrophic environmental damage, and poison the world's oceans further. Another idea was proffered, perhaps they could try to somehow pin it down to the ocean floor, but the scientists couldn't reach any agreement, as they had no way of knowing how strong the frog may be, and besides, maybe it was so big, it couldn't move, even if it wanted to. No-one could even guess at it's origin, and felt sure it was some kind of anomaly, of some as yet unknown species, as the largest known frog until now, had been the Goliath frog, measuring up to just over 12". They took some comfort by the fact that there were no indications, it had ever moved.
It's mouth was at sea level, and initially, it's diet seemed to consist of a variety of sea life, and assumed that the frog had eaten the ship by mistake. At it's rear, they soon discovered remains of all kinds of fish, including Whale bones, along with flotsam and plastics, and other debris. Further investigations, unveiled remains of ships, and aircraft, this puzzled scientists at first, but at least explained that the cruise ship hadn't been the first mistake, if mistake it was?
Meanwhile, conspiracy theorists, and the like, around the globe, went into overdrive, and started now to believe that the frog was the cause of all the mysteries that had ever occurred in the area known as The Bermuda Triangle, further investigation, helped along with satellite images revealed, that indeed, there may an element of truth to it all, as some of the missing ships, and planes from a period of over 100 years, were discovered by the rear end of the frog.
Although this seemingly solved one mystery, the bigger mystery, and potential global threat, was the frog, and another worrying thought, was did it have the potential to reproduce. If that were a possibility, was there another 'frog island' somewhere, lurking in the oceans, somewhere on this planet?
Various instruments were landed on the 'island', using similar technology as used in missions to the moon, to carefully find samples, that may give some clues as to how to deal with the situation. It was soon discovered, that the frog was in fact at least 2,000 years old. Furthermore, there was some kind of undersea volcanic activity, originating from the frog itself, somehow connected to it's digestive system, and burning stomach acids. Further baffling, and worrying scientists, as any interference could cause dangers to the structure of the planet itself, and it was still unknown to where it's feet were, so further investigations were urgently needed, as time was of the essence.
Meanwhile, the frog simply stayed where it was, aware of all the hive of activity around, and upon it, and remembered a joke it had once heard "good morning mister frog, how deep is the water today?" "kneedeep kneedeep!" said the frog. The giant frog was so amused by this, it let out an enormous belch.
Meanwhile, a nearby ancient under water volcano erupted, sending a tsunami across the ocean directly towards the frog, and arrived just as the frog had belched, in the process drowned the frog instantly.
An island, not so far away, a pair of giant eyes opened....
by Jemia

A night of Clair de Lune
And Mead
No Dragons, or madness
To concede
I would'st write
By candlelight
But perchance
Would'st set the house afire
And that wouldn't do at all
As would'st burn my ticket
To the fireman's ball!
by Jemia

Heartbreak, is the worst kind of pain
It hollows out the soul
So you no longer feel whole
A flood of emptiness
Accompanies the tears
As the feelings of helplessness
Fills the hollow shadows
Bleeding, without blood
As inconspicuous
As a grain of sand
On an empty beach
A dying star
Lingering flickers of light
A distant echo
Of something that once had life
The heart beats forlorn
Alone
And discarded
Into a wasteland
Of despair
I have become
No more
Than an empty shadow
by Jemia

Not content with producing
Masses of a myriad of books
Or transmogrifying into biscuits
For the chocolate covered looks
One penguin has now gone punk
Scientists suggest a pigmentation quirk
But ive realised the truth
It found a tanning dye, and wondered if it would work
It had been washed up with plastic flotsam and stuff
Along with a floating marshmallow
The penguin thought, "nows my chance"
"Off turning myself a funky yellow"
The penguin now, has found their true you
"I think yellow, therefore i am, up yours Pingu"
by Jemia

Wandering through a small forest
I came across an old gnarled tree
As i drew even closer
It had a doorway i could see
It was all wonky, and misshapen
My curiosity took control
As i pushed it wide open
It swallowed me whole
I was ****** into a world of cats
Some were flying, some sound asleep
And others were simply walking around
With purrings so very deep
Others gently brushed my legs
Guiding me  like that
Leading me to another cat
Which was sat upon a mat
This cat then spoke to me
Saying "i purr therefore i Siam!"
For i was on an journey
To discover who i am
The talking cat flew away
And left me to my own devices
I was guided to a plain looking door
Behind which lay more surprises.
I then entered a new world
All black, and white, and grey
Walking along on a white footpath
With blackening trees all asway
I meet an elderly lady
Who speaks to me in grey
She told me to remember
not all is as it appears
She then turns into a wailing ghost
Then suddenly disappears
I wandered further, along this curious route
To see where it would lead
Just ahead, i saw a door
a door of shining gold indeed
i knocked three times on this one
As i felt not so bold
A voice came through, and said enter
I did, as i was told
And entered a wonderful palace
Where all was covered in a golden braid
Within i was greeted with much hype
By pixies, fairies, and love
All playing harps, and flutish pan pipes
And Titania, and Oberon, flew down from above
The King, and his beautiful queen
Both spoke to me together
You've three doors of love to enter yet
Or you'll lose your love forever
Just a simple choice you need to make
To find the one you adore
When you soon leave this world
You must walk through the right door
There was a flash of light
And i was in the same woods where i'd started
and came facing three doors, but did they mean the right door, or the door on the right?
by Jemia

A doorway to another doorway
Mirrored a myriad of times
Each doorway, leads to another
Like a Russian Doll sublime

A doorway that eventually
Leads to a place you once knew
Like walking in cycles of circles
Doorways to misconstrue

by Jemia

Today's The Day
I get my jab
@ 9.10 am approx
To avoid pandemic pox
A vaccine in a needle
In my arm to stab
My only real fear
Is the taxi cab!
by Jemia

And so i'm now sixty-four
What did i achieve
I look back in time
And learnt how to grieve

I grieve for the living
I grieve for the dead
I grieve for the loss of love
And grieve for things unsaid

I grieve for the loss of humanity
And the brutality of this race
I grieve for the insanity
And the loss of a loving embrace

I grieve for all the abused children
And their mothers who have died in vain
And the multitude of starving millions
And for those that feel this pain

I grieve for the state of the environment
And a climate that wont be changed
I grieve with the reality of it all
That our future lies in the hands of the deranged

Who believe their wealth will save them
When the planet finally falls apart
I grieve for their ignorance
And i grieve for my broken heart
by Jemia

Transgender
Trans-******
Trans-woman
Trans-Siberian
Transmogrific­ation
Trans-activist
Trans-Atlantic
I am none of these
for i am a woman
by Jemia

Although ive never seen
An intoxicated newt
Or been aware
Of one being inebriatedly cute
Doesn't mean, they don't exist
A drunken newt, getting ******
I dread to think, what may of passed
If instead, they got rat-arsed!
by Jemia

I ventured through the woodland deep
Frozen teardrops, from my eyes to weep
Searching for, a long lost love
As snowdrops fell, from the sky above

Just over the horizon, stood a cave
Where true love lay, that never gave
It's secrets lay hidden, from long ago
Still lay lost, in the deep white snow

I entered the cave, my heart was mad
And found the frozen snow heart, sad
Treading upon, the icy felt
As my hopes began, to slowly melt

So i tried so hard, not to yield
My hopes were thwarted, as my eyes were filled
Restoring the cold heart, back to life
The teardrops melted, in this stone-cold hive

I left the snow-cave, cold, and bereft
It had stolen my heart, as i left
As the sun slowly melted, my dreamy dreams
Lost love drowned, in flooding streams
by Jemia

Alone
I wander dow
An endless tunnel
A tunnel, with no end
Without a lover
Or friend
There is no light
Just the shining gleeful eyes
Of rats
Skittering about
The only sound
Are the high pitched squeaks
I carry on walking, wandering
My hand-held torch
It's dimming faint light
I am alone
The light of my existence
Is fading
And empty
And still
And pointless
I know not my destination
I know not if the tunnel
Has an end
I know not
If i will once again
Have a lover
Or a long lost friend
The rats are skittish
And seemingly, as pointless
As my hopes
My torch goes out
As i wander
Into the infinite
Unknown darkness
by Jemia

From where i'm now sat
Within my balconied flat
I espy just beyond my windowsill
The ruins of the castle, on the hill
Rooftops below, are now coated in white
From the extra snowfall, overnight
Where the snow has fallen, for hundreds of years
The silence lies heavy, like frozen tears
Pirouetting snowflakes, natures ballet, Arabesque
A snow filled sky, a wonderland, so picturesque
Still the castle ruins, look down from the hill
That once had life, but now lies still
Where once kings, and queens, allegedly presided
Over which dragons daringly, and dangerously glided
Still the snow comes down, and decries
Like sheep's wool falling from the skies
White, and pure, and beautiful, and free
A frozen horizon, as far as the eyes can see
But soon, the snow will eventually melt
And the land will soften, and turn to felt
The skies will turn an azure blue, from a silvery grey
And the colours of Spring, will light up our day
With the butterflies, and bees, and birds in full song
The sun will grow warmer, and the days will be long
Yet i'll still remember the cool beauty, of the snow filled skies
With a myriad of memories, and dreams in my eyes
by Jemia

Today, it snowed
Soft, ******, drifting snow
Pure, white, cleansing flakes
Floating softly downwards
And sidewards
Twirling, and swirling
A light coating on twigs
Branches, leaves, stone walls
Concrete, me
And earth
It appears no more
Than a passing flurry
The first snow
Ive witnessed
For several years
Ive missed it's innocence
Yet still remember
This beauty
Can still be a beast
by Jemia

Once upon a time
Many years ago
Lived a little girl
Who would only play in snow
She got very cold hands
And very cold feet
And very cold all over
Just walking down the street!
by Jemia 🦋💕

Today, ive awoken
With a lingering
Of tears
I could cry
But withhold
As i fear
That one drop
Would lead to a deluge
That could not be stemmed
So i hold them back
And wipe away
The few leaking dewdrops
That leaked onto the page
On which i write
Of sorrow, and sadness
My tears, like me
Remain alone
A mere drop
In the ocean
A grain of sand
On an empty beach
A dying distant star
It's last flickers
Of light
Begin to fade away
As it disappears
Into the voids, of space
by Jemia

I had a secret, i tried to hide
Which i kept hidden, deep inside
But nothing changed, inside my head
Just my physicality, has a different thread
And one thing, that will never part
Is my love for you, deep in my heart
From the day i held you, when you were born
And every day since, from the break of dawn
Although some aspects of life, have taken their toll
I love you, from the depth of my soul
by Jemia

I am the new born child
I now see the outside wild
I can see, and feel, and hear
I can laugh, and shed a tear
And as i begin, to learn, and grow
I can see, the bitter seeds you sow
You adults, with all your knowledge, and learning
How reckless, and ruthless, is your yearning
To want for much more, than you need
And how you sow, your bitter seed
I see the mess you've left, all around
The poisoned air, and the damaged ground
What is left, for the new born young?
A taste of acid rain, on the tongue
We need hope, and love, and care
Not a plastic planet, of despair
Please listen to our voices, of our desires
As the planet weakens, and then retires
Now is the time, for natures rebirth
And our deep rooted love, of our mother Earth
by Jemia

There was a young lady of Hastings
Who tried some artistic pastings
It went all askew
When she got covered in glue
That stuck up lady of Hastings
by Jemia

When the suns rays
Once again, warms our days
Whilst birdsong greets the early hours
Silken dew on cobwebs, and flowering flowers
Lovers love, and dreamers dream
As eyes sparkle, like a glistening stream
I shall meet someone, fair of face
And we shall share, true loves embrace
by Jemia

I am neither large, nor small
Nor short, nor tall
I sense my own being
Without yet seeing
I feel the heartbeat
Of my guardian, whilst they eat
I hear the sound
Of the mundane, and the profound
I feel myself grow, and evolve
Problems, i cannot yet resolve
I can move, and hover
I am fed through a tube, under cover
I am awaiting, the day of my release
To see the world, as i please
I am the honey, within the honeycomb
I am the unborn child, in the mothers womb
by Jemia

I was dreaming
I was under water
Drifting along with the currents
Through the reed beds
Of a misty green sea.
Suddenly
I espied a swish
Of a large tail
As it swam by me
But the rest of the body
Of this unknown creature
Remained obscured
I could not see
Through the reeds
Of the misty green sea
I then wondered
As to why my flesh was bare
And also why i was not drowning
I stretched out my arms
Slowly pushing forwards
Gently caressing the water
It was at this moment
I realised,i had a tail
That i had swished
To aid my momentum
At this point
The creature reappeared
As she swam to me
Her long flowing hair
Was a myriad of red yellows, and blue
And her dazzling eyes
Were a subtle jadish hue
She then spoke to me
"Come Hethra, come hither"
"You're always daydreaming!"
And she gently, and gleefully laughed
"Daydreaming?" i thought
"Yes, daydreaming!" said this strange, and wonderful creature
Reading my thoughts
"Come, let us swim to the surface!"
"There is a beautiful moon tonight!"
So i followed her
For whatever else was happening to me
The thought of moonlight reflecting
On a dark blue-green sea
Calmed me
And soon forgot
That other world
That strange dreamworld
where i did not live in water
I was now
Where i should be
With my sister Inanna
Soon, we had gently broken through the surface
Pirouetting skywards
Greeted by a beautiful blue moon
Which shone through
Broken clouds, of a greyish hue
Its' reflection dancing gently
Upon the widening ripples
We began to sing
Beautiful serenades
To this wonderful planet
The mother of us all
And the sweet tranquility
She placed within our beating hearts

by Jemia

"God, and Godyssey!!"
"Stop fighting!!!"
"We're just about to land."
"Yes mother" said the twins
The mother turned to her partner
"They're just excited, they've never holidayed in Hell before"
"Just hope they use plenty of Factor 80" said the mothers' girlfriend Harlot
"It'll be good for them to see their father again" said Jessabelle
"Have you heard from ol' Nick lately?"
"No, he's been busy working in the Pits"
"And keeps complaining about this '**** nation'"
"Well, it does seem to be a bit of a hotspot!" said Harlot
"Right kiddo's, any misbehaving, and you'll go straight to Earth!!!!"
"Got it!"
"Yes mum. You know we don't believe in Earth" said God
"That's not the point. you misbehave..."
"And i'll make it seem like Earth, on Hell!!!"
The hovercraft landed......
by Jemia

My tears fall
Like mercurial drops
  Silver globules
Explode at contact
With the soddened earth

Ripples of sadness
Flow outwards
  Each, and every heartbreak
Rests upon the crests
As memories drown

Within each solitary teardrop
Within each painful memory
  That hollows out the soul
As your heart
Sinks into the abyss

As you find yourself
Lost, as in the echoes
  Of the final glimmers
And glows
Of a dying star

And soon
Your light
  Will shine
No
More

Just an empty
.
.
  .
.
.
S.P.A.C.E
by Jemia

Many years ago
Before i became
Even a twinkle
In my parents eyes
I had a previous existence
As a Gnu called Nug
Whose only desire
Was to grow wings
And become a Dragon
But instead
Decided to live in a canoe
Made from bamboo
Then move to Peru
But knowing these things
I would never, ever do
But i did invent the plug
What a clever, ingenius
And smug Nug
by Jemia

Self Portrait (a miniature)
Life begins, being born
Cord strangles, then is torn
Lots of schools, shallow halls
Haunted houses, scary ghouls
Teenage angst, and hysteria
Afghan coat, and flowing hair
Mandrax, and  ******
Moggadon, and Librium
Speed freaks, and acid heads
Empty squats, and monkey beds
****, ***, and alcohol
Folksongs, and rock, and roll
Overdoses, and sleeping pills
Smoking habits, nearly kills
**** attacks, heart attacks
Hair dyes, and healthy snacks
Vitamins, and hormone gels
Changing genders, happy girls
Thigh length boots, and mini skirts
Funky jackets, and abstract flirts
Getting older, greyish hair
Dye it copper, keep that flair
Writing poetry, writing verse
Knowing it's unlikely, to fill my purse
My thoughts are young, my mind is bold
I'll stay this way, with a heart of gold
by Jemia

Her beautiful fleece
Glistened like gold
Woven in silk
Like the finest of tapestries

Her open ready smile
Pursed ruby red lips
Lying betwixt two
Soft white ivory pillars

The honey that lay within
Succulent, and exquisite
Freely flowing
Upon my gorging tongue

This well of pleasure
Sated my pulsing tongue
My own lips moistened
At this taste of delight

My hands gently caressed
Two soft buds
That soon flowered
As my lips brushed over them

We were soon
Face to face
As our tongues danced
In harmonies of desire

Like the waves of a rolling ocean
She was like the ebb tide
That washed over me
Echoing my own dance of seduction

I could sense my head
Begin to explode
As her tongue
Created my own delicious eruptions

Tsunamis of pleasure
Ebbed, and flowed
Culminating in a silent scream
Of exquisite ecstasy

Revealing a unique desire
The butterflies of our souls
Our gentle wing beat
Had discovered the nectar, of our deepest desires

by Jemia

Ive got frilly ones
lily ones
  and downright silly ones

Holey ones
moley ones
  and cheeky holy moley ones

Pink ones, blue ones
and not to
  misconstrue ones

Purple ones
white ones
  and some to give a fright ones

Red ones
in bed ones
  and some on my head ones! (don't ask!)

After a few quick flickers
i counted 35 pairs of knickers
  (some have still got their stickers)

And why are they called a pair?
when there is only one knicker there
  it's not like socks.....

by Jemia

DreamworlD                           The
R  r             Rare                          Bermuda
E     e          Exotic                           Triangle
A       a        Abstract                          Of
M         m    Mayhem                            The
W         w     Weird                                 Surreal
O       o        Other                               Welcome
R      r           Realities                        To  
L   l               Love                           My
D                  Disorientation         World
by Jemia 💕

Wings
They said
"I think she's having another turn!"
I drifted off again
This time, i dreamt i was riding on the back of a Dragon
And i remember
How beautiful the landscape below us was
As i felt the warm breeze, brush against my skin
And looking down
Could make out the green lushness of the forest below
The glinting silver freckles
Coming from a rambling brook
That wove its way through the forest
I thought i espied
Fish, leaping along upstream
And then, amongst the trees
Tiny glimmers of light
Floating along, like butterflies
Whilst lost in the beauty of all below me
I suddenly realised i had wings
And the Dragon spoke to me
"Your majesty."
"It is time for you to fly!"
At this point, i thought of two things
Well three things actually!
If i included the Dragon, the fact that it could talk, my fear of heights,
that i had wings, and that the Dragon had addressed me as "your majesty"!
Which actually comes to five things!
But fear of heights, came out top,
As the Dragon, suddenly dipped down
Leaving me on my own, mid-air
Thinking i was certain to plummet to my death
An unknown instinct came to me
As i felt my arms, doing a flapping movement
Amd soon i was gently gliding downwards
And the fear, and panic, faded away, into the ether
As feelings of joy, and exhilaration  swept through me
And i felt a pure love of my existence
I slowly glided downwards,
With the wind gently caressing my hair
Towards the brook
As i felt thirsty
And the water looked clear, and clean
And fresh
And thus would be safe to drink....
by Jemia

I walked to my red post box yesterday
The weather was cool, and breezy
The sky was a soft grey
Looked like it would stay that way

It felt similar to the Spring
Although, without the warmth
The birdsong was toned down
And there wasn't many people around

The trees were still cold, and bare
Yet fresh saplings had been recently planted
Young buds already coming through
New young life, to look forward to

Yet there was a silence
An emptiness of hidden ghosts
Safely confined,within their home
The cool moist outside, no place to roam

I watched a film, War Of The Worlds
The Aliens, finally destroyed by a virus
Seemed an ironic hero, to save the human race
Obviously no vaccines available, in outer space

by Jemia

Imagine the weirdest collection of dreams you've ever had. Then imagine those dreams, were dreams, within dreams, within dreams. Then discovering  that you are not the one dreaming these dreams, but merely one of the characters, within these dreams, of dreams, and that we are all no more than bit players within the most complex dream, being dreamt, by just one dreamer, and that this dreamers dream, although seemingly billions years old, as it includes all the known science of the universe, and it's theoretical beginnings of time, where time and space become completely distorted, and disturbed fabric of infinity, and that within this chaotic tapestry, that the dreamer, is still within its mothers womb, and that the whole sequence, of all the dreams so far, have not as yet been born, and this is all a mere blip of one elongated thought, of this unborn child. then a sudden, stark realisation, comes into your head, that you belief, that you are that unborn child, and at that moment, the dream suddenly stops suddenly, and everything vanishes, just at the point you are born. You are so freaked out at this, you start screaming, as you don't understand, or can't possibly comprehend, what's happened to you, and you cannot formulate words to describe this. but at your birth, you see millions of seemingly identical ungendered entities, swimming around you, and for some unknown reason, you are all swimming for your lifes, but none of you knows why, and you all find yourselves trapped within some kind of weird flexible bubble, wondering how this space can expand, yet go nowhere. you then become aware, that all around you are dying in their masses, and you feel as though this dream, if that's what it is, is about to come to an end, and that just at this point, you hear a loud booming noise, or voice uttering these words of infinite wisdom " Glad we used a ******!"
At this point, at the end of your existence, you wonder if this is part of the dream in itself, as all the dreams, and events within these dreams, don't add up, as the sequence of events don't bind together, but is this because it's a dream, and therefore divorced from reality, whatever that may be. then you go full circle, as you realise, that all you've just dreamt, is still within the framework, of another dream of dreams, and that this goes on indefinitely, as you find yourself seemingly reincarnated into another series of dreams. Wondering, if you'll ever wake up, and if you do awaken, whether it's all part od a waking dream, of a waking dream, of a waking dream, and whatever realities you encounter, you never quite know, if they are real, or only real in that particular moment, of that particular reality. Answers on a postcard please! that is if you can understand in whichever dreamworld your in, whether they have postcards, or indeed answers. so you decide to go back to sleep, then realise you already are asleep, and that you only dreamt you were awake. If you exclude all possibilities, what is left, must be the truth. Unfortunately, how can truth be defined within a dream, wherein lie multiple possibilities, of what the truth really is, amongst multiple existences, within multiple dreams, within dreams. I often hope and wish, that dreams that are nice and romantic, happy, or ******, would have a happy end, but it's almost inevitable, you waken just when things are seemingly picking up momentum, and you wake up feeling a little cheated, or it turns somehow into a nightmare, like the dreamworld team were deliberately luring you into a false sense of security, or hope, or love, or passion. an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. you awaken again, although you may only be waking from one dream within a dream, and go for a ***, and the sweet dream, trickles away into the toilet, and that nice dream is now lost, and did you actually go for a ***? or was that in the dream, and your body telling you, you need to ***, as the dream changes course again? sweet dreams!
by Jemia

Writing A Wrong
In my application
To qualify
For a free assessment
And Guidance
To my poetic writes
Or wrongs
I have to declare
My gender
And sexuality
As this will aide
And advance
My chances of qualifying
So i tick boxes
Little boxes
Built just the same
That reveal my legacy
Not my PC shame
That i am a transwoman
That i am a lesbian
That i am this
And i am that
Should i wear
A particular hat?
Personally
I'm just me
Being pigeon-holed
Confined to little
Claustrophobic tick boxes
That are meant
To conform
Or confirm
My identity
Which in reality
Gets lost
In a maelstrom
Of conformity
I am just me
The only difference
Is the way i now ***!
And the only
Bush on bush experience
I've so far had
Was when i peed
Behind a car
at a festival campsite
Under the twilight
Under the stars
Not realising
As i squatted in my innocence
That a bush beneath me
Was nettles!
There came no sighs
From between my thighs
But i was at least
Relieved!
by Jemia

A red firey eye opens
Then another
And began to spread its gaze
Around its surroundings
It grunted a few times
Then opened its jaws
And yawned
Exposing the rotten tongue
Within its wide
And cavernous mouth
Gazing at a reflection
It thought itself
A fine looking beast
Another entered the cave
Carefully, and cautiously
Addressed the beast
"Mister President!"
"You gotta move out soon!"
The President eyed this intruder
With annoyance, and contempt
Then decided to eat him
"that's what us insects do, right?"
"Yes mister President" said a fly on the wall
by Jemia

Another shrouded Moon of despair
Both glowering, and glowing
As darkened, shadowed Harebells
Await the coming dawn
They flounce, and swoon
At a tender zephyr breeze
As if to awaken
Their moist innocence
Emitting gentle sprays of water
To the sleeping green grass
Growing at their stem
Drops of dew delicately drip down
Tinkling the Harebells
That pout, and kiss the naked air
As the nature of the day
Slowly awakens
Puffball eyes
Soon there are flutterings
As wings of insect life
Venture forth
To quaff the moistened pollen
Of the now invigorated beauty
I arrive upon this scene
Every day, like a ghost
I float, and hover around
This enchanted paradise
As a new pure tranquillity
Caresses my heart
As my eyes bleed tears
At the wonder of it all
I then awaken from a rare dream
by Jemia

Lurking within the depths,
In the cellar of my mind,
Lies a dark demon,
Now in chains,
An unwanted pet,
That breaks free,
The demon is unleashed,
Its flames burn deep,
But now, I am the demon master,
And bathe in the warmth,
Of its fire,
The demon has awoken,
But now lies still,
As it cannot,
Be unleashed,
Nore escape its chains.....
by Jemia

during this festive season
a friend
surreptitiously
conveyed to me
something of great interest
ive examined this escapee
of a cabinet of curiosity
with great interest
and am contemplating
whether i should
set a match to it
for it also possesses
great artistry
in it's construction
and was so beautifully gift wrapped
it feels sacrificial
but yet again
it's very purpose
is to be sacrificed
and for its burning flame of passion
will surely lighten my imagination
and if i don't
it's purpose
and beauty
will lie wasted
so i struck two flints together
but to no avail
then remembered
i had a box
of fire sticks
aka Cooks household matches
in the kitchen
i put the item
between my willing
and excitable, tingling lips
struck the firestick
as a flare of a frozen dragons breath
rose like an angry volcano
a red glow appeared at the end of this object
and thus, i immediately
felt slightly ******!
what a lovely joint
thank you
my surreptitious friend
their are now clouds
of mystery
exploring my chandelier
as they weave their
gently caressing way
towards the unpainted
but pure ceiling
of my mind!
by  Jemia 💕🦋🦋
i am now
as a butterfly
sweet dreams x

The morning/sfternoon
After the night before
A rainbow of alliances
Zoom party galore
With breakout rooms
No murders though
Of Gloria in the kitchen
With a *******!
About one litre
Of beautiful Mead
Later, has sown this beast
Of a hangover seed!
I think i behaved myself
I came out
As a reindeer
By donning a red nose
Most had been given a £20 e-voucher
For food
I asked for my voucher
For Lovehoney
Hope i wasn't rude!
But at least i didn't go ****
To ****** cold for that
And besides
Would of needed a hat?
More tea vicar?
by Jemia

The Case Of The Pregnant Orange Coloured Pepper
Whilst preparing a veggie Madras
I sliced into an pepper coloured orange
Much to my surprise
I found a baby one inside so strange
Was it impregnated by a Pomegranate?
Maybe romped with a drunken grape?
A ****** birth? for what it's worth
Or a weird destiny, it couldn't escape?
After much ponderation
Of all my first thoughts above
It occurred within my refrigerator
A strange kind of cold love
Obviously the lights were out
It happened in the dark
So it must of been with a mushroom
Or a person, doing it for a lark
But there were none of these around
Apart from myself of course
But it may of been the red pepper by its side
Which may be the obvious source
Although
There was a bunch of suspicious bananas
Looking very guilty
However, i threw the 'evidence'
Into my curry, yum
by Jemia

So i'm home alone
Throughout this festive period
No contacts to see
No zoom
Just me
Alone in my room
But ive got a roof
And food in stock
And a bolted door
That no-one will knock
Although ive lost my voice
As i don't know what to say
My humour for now
Has wilted away
by Jemia

When first logging on
Why?
In the year 2020
Do i still have to
Double ****** click
Quite often
I panic click once
In fear of clicking thrice
It's like an unnatural
Twitch
A double click spasm
Nothing like
An ******
But the joy
When i double click
On my first attempt
Is like melting camembert
by Jemia

I have a red telephone box
Placed within my room
It's in the same tradition
As the red Victorian style post box
At the top of my road
The post box is functional
My telephone box is not
The immediate obvious problem
Is that it has no phone
The second problem
It has no windows
Which wouldn't matter in nice weather
But not so good in a winter storm
And besides, without the windows
There'd be no privacy
The third, and perhaps, the biggest issue
It's only about the twentieth of the size
And is in fact
A red metal novelty thingy
But would be suitable for
Pixies
That's assuming, that Pixies
Would have any use for a telephone box
As unlike myself
I imagine that most fairy folk
Now have smart phones
So ive cancelled my request
For a telephone engineer
And glazier
And will now, perhaps
Plant some phoney Peonies within it
Or use it as a bird feeder....
by Jemia