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Sep 2020 · 71
Jemia The Cat
I'm hoping that someone will adopt me
That will easily get totally smitten
I'll warm your laps, and purr alot
And act just like a kitten

Also, i don't go hunting wildlife
And i am afraid of dogs
I'm also very well house trained
I am the cleanest of mogs

I keep my claws unsharpened
I have no tail, like a Manx
Feed me plenty of Salmon
I'll meow an eternity of thanks

I never rub my *** on the carpet
Nor bury my poo on the lawn
But may spend all night mating
From dusk, right through, till dawn

So i'm looking for someone to adopt me
And accept me for who i am
A philosophical furball coughing *****
I purr, there fur, i Siam!
by Jemia
Sep 2020 · 38
The Hag
The Hag
She was bedraggled, and haggard
By her last half month
She had the appearance
Of an old behemoth

Her humble abode
Was looking more ramshackled
Than if it had been hit
By a thousand meteors

As to her outer clothing
(Lets not mention the holey knickers!)
Was hanging from her worn and weary being
Like the fancy dress of a screaming banshee

Yet, despite all this
She was still able to smile
Although, as it turned out
This was her most frightening feature!

It wasn't just her fangy teeth
Nor her snake like tongue
It had more to do with
The blood curdling scream she emitted

You, the reader, may think this
A very fanciful tale
But it has evolved from a personal encounter
Which occurred in my bathroom mirror!

by Jemia
i was inspired by a recent cold, and feeling bedraggled!
Sep 2020 · 39
Cherry Blossom
Cherry Blossom
fresh infant new life
and the colours of Spring
a sweet myriad of birdsong,
and the pleasures it brings

and the bright fresh glistening
of a now warming sun
the flutterings of butterflies
and spider webs spun

the busy buzzy bees
bringing fresh beauty to life
preparing beautiful nature
for when the summer arrives

soon before my tired eyes
appears a beauty in full bloom
the gorgeous Cherry Blossom
newborn, from natures womb

and all to soon
her colours vacate their nest
then carpets the roads and footpath
as i walk on her pinkish best

on the nearby horizon
floats the azure ocean blue
before me lies a myriad of colours
as nature has been renewed

i await this moment every year
as it leaves my soul at ease
it gladdens my spirit, and eases my heart
and gives me my inner peace

by Jemia
Sep 2020 · 34
Missing
Missing
like a young puppy
with an eager wagging tail
knowing ive made a mess
but desiring to be picked up
and praised
and loved
and adored
and cherished
and told what a good girl i am
and **** myself
with the excitement
of it all
but instead
ive trapped myself
in the doghouse
its dark
im scared
and all alone
and i cant seem to find my way out
Sep 2020 · 38
Escape
time to rest my arms and eyes
send my head above the skies
when not all seems what it should seem
it's time to escape to the land of dreams
πŸ’•πŸ¦‹
on being told today by a doctor on the phone, 9th sept, ive likely got cov19, awaiting home test kit, oh crap..
Sep 2020 · 47
I AM Jemia
i am a poet
who happens to of had a certain op
not a trans poet
i am now my correct gender
therefore
i am a woman
when i introduce myself
i mention no gender
i am simply Jemia
i am a poet
occasional comedienne
and sometimes both
Sep 2020 · 34
Cameo
The pirouetting silhouette
A dancing shadow
Like a vague memory
Of forgotten dreams
And silent whispers
by Jemia
Sep 2020 · 31
Broken
So here i am
Dwelling again
Yet my heart
Remains homeless
And uninhabitable
Sep 2020 · 52
Unsuited
She lay her cards
Upon the table
Then realised
She wasn't able
The ace of hearts
Was missing
She lost
Sep 2020 · 29
The Typos Of Love
where do i start
with matters of the heart
well, nowhere
as it's not fair
so although i'm in love
this love
shall have to remain as silent
and as soft, as a zephyr
that blows as gently
as the wings of a butterfly
a mere ripple on a pond
a tsunami of desire
i hope one day
words of love will transpire
to li ght up my life
and also, to teach me not
to make typos
when i'm trying to be romantic!
Jemia xπŸ’•πŸ˜
Sep 2020 · 60
A Dusty Swoon
I sometimes feel
That i am a tragedy
Awaiting to become
A greater tragedy
Of what
I already am
But not
Tragic enough
To inspire
The likes of Shakespeare
Swoons
Then exits stage
Of an empty ramshackle theatre
Apart from a sweet old lady
Knitting
Lost in her own thoughts
And reverie
The stage
Is no longer
Set
As the dust
Remains
Undisturbed
The stage needs a sweep
Not a swoon....
by Jemia
Sep 2020 · 32
Food For Thought
A moment
Is more important
Than a meal
Unless the meal
Is the moment
by Jemia πŸ¦‹
had just thought that i should eat, but didn't want to lose the thread of thought,whilst i was hurriedly scrawling down some more words together....i sometimes forget to eat whilst lost in a daydream, or thought...
Sep 2020 · 21
Swift
As swift as a swift Swift
Swooping, and swallowing
Hungry insectivores
Soaring high
Daydreaming, and sleeping
Whilst in flight
And a scream
Like a baby Banshee!
by Jemia
Sep 2020 · 24
The Wild Winds Blow
The Wild Winds Blow
The wild winds howls
Deep, and wild
Rampaging, Raging
Enveloping, engulfing
Twisting, turning
A furious furore
It eases, exhausted
Puffing, and panting
Gasping
The aftermath
As naked trees
Stripped bare
Of bark, and leaves
Looking lost
Exposed
Windswept, and abandoned
The storm now
Abated
Calmed
Tranquility beckons...
by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 47
What Lies, Behind A Smile
What Lies, Behind A Smile
The silence
Can be so loud
Like being alone
When lost in a crowd
I sometimes wear
This hooded cloak
Of sadness
Hidden below
A forced smile
The veil of hope
Beneath this surface
Lies despair
A book
Without its cover
Empty pages
With hidden truths
Of the sad reality
Of loneliness

by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 29
The Frozen Rainbow
The Frozen Rainbow

Tonight i'm eating a rainbow
Frozen in a colourful ice
Containing various fruits
Which all taste rather nice!  

My lips now, are growing numb
My tongue is of a multi hue
My mouth is like a small frozen cavern
Its residents have now formed a queue!  

Eskimos, and Penguins, now abandon my mouth
Followed by a  Polar Bear
And in unison all complain to me
"It's ****** cold in there!"  

So i finish my lolly, and close my mouth
And drink some Earl Grey tea
This makes my mouth more habitable
And partly for posterity  

The Penguins, and the Polar bears
Returned from whence they came
The Eskimos meanwhile, are quite angry
Accusing me of having no shame

I told them i was very sorry
And would leave the rainbows alone
I then opened my mouth, as wide as i could
As they quietly made their way home  

Then woke up, from this strange little dream
I then took a sip of Β tea
And why such things lay in my head
Shall remain a mystery!
by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 59
Arts On Prescription
ARTS, and crafts, poetry, singing, and dance
ON Zoom regularly, if you get the chance
PRESCRIPTION not always a necessity,for membership to enhance

A nd the AOP logo, is no fake
O ffered by the reknowned artist, Sir Quentin Blake
P erfect for this group, and its artistic take

A lso to Tara, a special thank you
O riginator, and organiser, of this group so true
P romoting this wonderful project, woo hoo!

So get out your pencils, and get out your pens
Put on your dancing shoes, start singing again
And paint, and brushes, and paper, and all
When done, you'll find, you can again, start to walk tall

As tall as a chimney, as tall as a house
As tall, as a mountain, or a very tall mouse!
(Whilst i had the time...
Thought i'd throw in some nonsense rhyme!)
by Jemia
a tribute to an arts, and crafts group i'm in
I was always colourful

Even in my teens

Making patchwork Jackets

And altering my (genes) jeans!


by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 126
Camembert Dreams!
I ate cheese late last night

So ive only got myself to blame

That i suffered such scary nightmares

Life will never be the same!


by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 31
Overboard
The planet is malfunctioning

Like some kind of weird acid trip

Where common sense is replaced by outrage

That there's no lifeboats, on this sinking ship


by Jemia
They are bred in captivity

Which does them little favour

Then dipped in barrels of chocolate

To help enhance their flavour!


by Jemia
Penguin is the name of a chocolate bar in uk
Aug 2020 · 37
Eskimo Nel
Is it in yet init
Dunno Inuit
Give it a minute
Infinite

And like softly melting snow
Their love did grow
As their two hearts
Melted

They were found
Lying on the frozen ground
Two carrots, and four bits of coal
The snow lovers, were no longer whole

by Jemia
it's kind of ironic, having given myself a French sounding surname, that i actually know very little French. in actual fact, for over 30 years, when asked if i knew any French, i would reply "petite pois!" in an 'allo 'allo kind of accent, until a French sister-in-law, after 20 years of knowing me, finally quizzed me on the matter, as she had always assumed, that i was merely jesting, as i love to play with words, as i was a hopeless juggler! and she said "you do know it's un petit peu?" , i said " i thought that un petit peu, was a noise a small cat would make?" how we laughed...he haw he haw...i knew i shouldn't of got up early today...πŸ˜πŸ¦‹πŸ’•
Aug 2020 · 72
Busy Doing Nothing
It's 2.22 in the morning
Another new day is dawning
It may be wet, dry, windy, sunny, weather
It is what it is, whatever

I may walk, talk, or keep quiet
But then again, start a riot
I may also, burp, ****, or blush
Either way, i'm not in a rush

I may get up early, or sleep in
Or overeat, and drink loads of gin
I may shout, laugh, or cry
Just don't ask, as i don't know why

I may go for a walk, or stay indoors
Or get involved, in a pointless cause
Or fly to the moon, and scratch my nose
Or wink at a butterfly, or twinkle my toes

I could climb a tree, as high as can be
And close my eyes, so i don't even see
Or write a long poem, for no rhyme, or reason
Or start a revolution, and try a little treason

In all probability, and in actual fact
I'll keep my cool, or over-react
I'll close my eyes, and try not to sleep
And hope my dreams, aren't to deep

Whatever happens, or perhaps not
I'll give what i'll give, and take what iv'e got
And although things, are not what they seem
I'll lose myself, in another daydream
by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 37
The Whisper
The Whisper
The Lyre Harp
Lay upon the small wooden table
Unused
Unplayed
Unable
Other than a few strums
Plucked at random
And curiosity
Hoping to accidentally
Come across a tune
But mostly to no avail
Apart from one chord
Reverberating
Echoing
A solo single note
That faded
Like a smouldering fire
Caught in the breeze
Becoming no more
Than a wisp
Of a whisper
by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 32
Roofless Toms
There was a young lady called Jemia,
Who's name rhymed with messiah
She had a funny feeling
When down crashed her ceiling
But her tomatoes were still there to admire!
by Jemia
today, 18th aug 2020, my ceiling collapsed near my indoor tomato plants.....(:
I was walking, wandering

Down a street

In a far off land

Just the other day

I walked past what i thought

Was a pet shop

I saw an animal

In a cage

In the window

And as i passed

It yapped at me excitedly

Wagging its tail

Excitedly

I walked into the shop

This distant pet shop

In a far off land

And in my head

I sang "How much is that doggy in the window?"

"The one with the waggly tail?"

And before i had finished

Singing this song

The dog had been slain

I left the shop

Lost for words

Horrified

A passing stranger

Saw my anguish

Informing me

It was no longer a pet shop

Was now a butchers

The shop owner came out

And handed me the tail

"Tourist souvenir?"
.
heard on the radio yesterday (aug 17th 2020), that North Koreans have to hand over their pet dogs, for consumption, due to food shortages. after googling, i discovered that in UK it is not illegal to...eat your own pets, and that law applies to 43 states in USA, thankfully only a few reported cases.....
Aug 2020 · 36
Sweet Dreams?
Dreary weary sleepy eyes
Blinking
Like roller blinds
Going up, and down
Letting in the brightness
Of a single lamp
On the darkened inner lids of my vision
But the weight of sleep
Hangs heavily
As the now subtle glimmering
Dims
My mind momentarily
Awakens
Readying itself
For the dreams that await me
As i'm soon to venture into another new world
My eyes open one last time
As if to bid farewell
To the woken reality
I'm to leave behind
The light now fades
As my mind
Enters the curious strangenesses
Of sleep
Sweet dreams....?
Aug 2020 · 40
Soulful
the flames of passion
burn into my soul
as i shed my tears
of self indulgence
Be careful moth
Lest you fall into the tea
Is it the sugary aroma that entices you?
Or perhaps you are hooked on caffeine?
Why do you walk around the rim of the cup?
When you could, so easily, fly to the other side?
Are you daft?
Do you have thought?
What inspires or motivates you?
What desires do you have?
WHAT IS IT LIKE TO FLY?
And why are you so attracted to light at night?
You may not share the same elegance
And beauty of sister butterfly
But you are more interesting
OH NO!!!
....AND STUPID!!!
Was it suicide, or did you fall?
Were you high on sugar and caffeine?
And drunkenly drowned?
Am I to blame?
Did I make you feel ugly, or inadequate?
Your existence surely wasn't so futile.
I appreciated your presence
Despite putting me off finishing my tea.
And although I had to make myself another cup of tea
After first flushing your lifeless body down the sink
I will miss you.
Aug 2020 · 32
GAIA
You are the soft silent sigh
That whispers amongst the flowers
On a warm summers day
That sets an Aeolian Harp to play

You have taught my heart to beat again
With hope and joy and pleasure
And every time that we're together
Is a moment that i'll treasure
By Jemia
Aug 2020 · 85
Hermaphrodite
Your thighs,
like sighs,
in a silent wind.
A soft zephyr,
against your silken skin,
Caressing,Kisses of passion
,lingering,
touching tongues,
with cascading desire
Seeking the lust,
then the fire,
two lovers,become as one
Hermes and Aphrodite
Aug 2020 · 27
Enchanted
Love is as lovely
As pirouetting butterflies
Caught on a soft Zephyr
Dancing a dance
Of sweet enchantment
The delicate sheen of love
Reflected in the gentle echoes
Of a quieting sunset
Into the twilight
Of desire
As two hearts beat
In unison
Whilst their lips
Sing a delicious serenade
Of sweet delight
by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 48
Bottoms Up!
It is almost impossible to try to think

And way to hot, for an interesting drink

And to contemplate the writing, of something in verse

My brain needs attending, by a poetry nurse



She could fan my ego, with love and sympathy

And supply me with cups, of Earl Grey tea

And massage my soul, and feed me some food

And things i won't mention, it'd be a bit rude



But in return, for these comforts, and desire

I'd do the same, and relight her fire

And feed her, and tea her, a fan her, and yet

As i believe in giving, as good as i get



In the meantime, i shall lie here, and simply melt

And pretend i am graceful, lissom, and svelte

Soon to depart my boudoir, for another lair

As it's time to rise, from my lazy derriere!

by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 38
The Stargazer
The stargazer
The dreamer
Another Existence
Another world
Another fancy
Another dream
Stargazing
Into the realms
Of parallel worlds
The surreal
Becomes a new reality
Echoes of life
Across the universe
And the profound infinity
Of time
Seen by the dying embers
Of the lights
In the night sky
That wink
At the blink of an eye
by Jemia
Mead, and red wine

Individually

Are fine

Mixed together

During the course of a night

Consequences

Hangover

Feels like

Forever!

But fine

At the time

Infamous

Last words

Absurd

Unlike lemon curd...?

by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 32
Love
Love
Like soft susserrating leaves
My love
Undulating
In a Zephyr breeze
Soft and gentle
As a moonlit night
A twilight shimmering
Another world
Another love
Another existence
As beautiful
As a setting sun
As wondrous
As a newborn
Heartbeat
The truth of love
Exists....
by Jemia
Aug 2020 · 1.9k
Tomato Wrong!
following on with my current obsession with my tomato growing experiment, ive decided to look at books, and films, and any other related tomato themes, as follows:

The Tomatoes Of Wrath-Steinbeck

A Midsummer Night's Tomato-Shakespeare

Tomato And Juliet-Ditto

Frankentomato-Shelley

Alice in Tomatoland-Carrol

Night Of The Living Tomato-zombie horror!

E.T.- Extra Tomato!

Tomatoes And Prejudice-Austen

I Heard It On The Tomato Vine-Marvin Gaye

You're So Vine- Carly Simon

Summertime (and the living is tomato)-Ella Fitzgerald

LGBT-LGB+Tomato

BY Jemia de Tomatoville πŸ˜πŸ…πŸ…πŸ…πŸ¦‹πŸ’•πŸ™„

any other suggested ideas welcome, as i may bring out a book on the subject (but thankfully, probably won't!) and will, or not, call it Tomato Wrong!
Aug 2020 · 57
Abandoned
Don't call us
We'll call you
Seems to be trending
Nothing to misconstrue

I quickly take a hint
If no-one wants to know
So i stop all contact
And quite simply go

I don't gate crash parties
Or that kind of thing
If i was in a choir
Then i simply wouldn't sing

I hear nothing from my siblings
And now my daughter too
My only release, is to write it down
What else can i do?

I've oft asked questions
Of the wherefores, and the why
But never get the answers
So left in the dark to cry

I grieve for living relatives
And the parents who have died
But still don't have the answers
Of these i'll be denied

One day i may be contacted
But i hold out little hope
So i carry on in isolation
As a distant Isotrope
I don't understand
As an empath
When the world
Seems to demand wars
(To settle old scores?)
Rebellions, and riots
Fighting for peace
White flags
Are seen as a weakness
Or cowardice
Putting flowers
Down the barrel of a gun
Not much fun
when they shoot you
The politicians
Of all persuations
Stir up the rage
And frustrations
The media, are no better
Adding cherry-picked toxins
To their headline letter
Fuelling the poisonous soup
From which we all sip
Religions rarely get a grip
I'm more fearful, and concerned
Of this pandemic of hate
Than of any viruses
Abuse, racism, Lgbtq+ phobia
******, mayhem, and ******
Ironic
That Mars is referred to
As the planet of war...
by Jemia
Jul 2020 · 48
Truegender
I am classed as transgender
Yet feel i am truegender
And for all of what it's worth
I was born with 21 digits, at my birth
So i spent 60 years, man back to childhood
But would release the inner female, whenever i could
Back in time, with no technology to play
When it was dangerous, even to be gay
So i donned an Afghan coat, and grew my hair long
Regularly indulged, in the occasional ****
Cheesecloth shirts, Petula oil, and beads
Met some lovely women, in which to sow seeds
Whilst hiding behind, my true woman self
Putting that behind, a discretely hidden shelf
There were no resources, to research my thoughts
Tried following instincts, remaining self-taught
In my search for answers, i slept with some men
But that wasn't for me, so didn't do it again
Felt like an alien, from a far of world
Carried on with life, to see what unfurled
When my second marriage, came to an end
The internet became an educator, and kind of friend
Led me to my doctor, for some simple advice
As could not live my life, living with lies
So my true life journey, began all afresh
Was not about my mind, just about the flesh
So i followed the route, proffered to me
Spoke to professionals, of ******-analysis, and psychiatry
They in unison agreed, i was doing the right thing
To adjusting my physical self, to match my mind, would let my heart sing
So at long last, my journey had begun
And in a few years, the process would be done
But then on 18th July, in twenty seventeen
Something dramatic happened, that was unforeseen
After forty years of smoking, and ****, and living in dread
Had a major heart attack, but for an emergency op, could of been dead
The skills of the surgeon, four stents were carefully placed
My hopes of transition, were quickly displaced
Just three weeks later, redundancy came my way
Liquidation of company i worked for, added to the dismay
But within a year, i was attending a gym
To build up my heart muscles, and remain being slim
And although my transition, was on indefinite hold
There was still a chance, so i was told
I had given up, but at least was still alive
But thought that moment, was unlikely to arrive
Yet against all odds, that i had in my thoughts
The light at tunnels end, so soon to be caught
More trips to Londinium, and return journeys back
The course of discussions suggested, i was back on track
Until finally in 2019, on 30th May last year
I had my Gender Reassignment Surgery, Dear!
So now i live, with one digit less
My mind remains the same, i can still play chess
This is simply my story, how my life began to unfold
Others in a similar position, may have different stories to be told
But ultimately, be we people, aliens, or elves
We all strive, when possible, to simply be ourselves
Jul 2020 · 30
Daymares Of The Night
Every night
I am kept company
By the soft gentle glowing light
Emitted from my Dragon

My saviour
Should i awaken suddenly
When ive had a bad encounter
Whilst within the realms of dream world

Lit up all around
Are other Dragons
And Witches, Fairies, and Mermaids
Pixies, Elves, and Unicorns

All greet me
When i awaken
From my dreams
With a smiling ethereal beauty

Yet none wish to join me
As they all fear the land of the dreaming dead
Where monsters of another unknown reside
Ghosts of the past, present, and future

And hence my fear of sleep
Where a different reality dwells
The monsters that chase me in my repose
Lurking with malicious intent

Also lie,
Hidden behind smiling faces
Of some of humanity
Whilst awake, wide wild eyes open
funny how a simple act of eating raspberries (as opposed to blowing them!) can bring back some profound childhood memories! memories which involved nearly burning the house down whilst the rest of my family slept! fair enough, i was only 6-7 years old, and there was no malicious intent to wipe out the other 6. but it all happened because of an opened tin of raspberries i'd espied whilst peaking into the fridge, they were the sole possession of my father. i woke up at about 6am next morning thinking of nothing else, so i crept downstairs, quiet as a mouse, and into the kitchen, thinking surely he wouldn't miss one or two? they were nectar from the gods! i couldn't control myself..i disposed of the empty tin in the bin. i started to explore the kitchen cupboards, and i noticed the one under the sink was full off newspapers for the fire, i also saw a box of safety matches (ironic really, considering the consequences!) so i thought i'd play a game of blow the fire out. i struck a match, and it lit up like a sparkler, and put the flame to the paper, quickly blowing it out, feeling clever, i lit another match, this time allowing the flaming newspaper to get bigger. unfortunately, i huffed, and i puffed (not disimilar to a big bad wolf!) this time no luck. i ran upstairs terrified, knowing that i was in deep poo poo, but ran into my elder brothers room, shaking saying "the house is on fire!" he grunted at me, so i repeated it, he grunted again, then it must of sunk in, as he sat bolt upright, ran into my parents room, and everyone got out of the house. fire engines, ambulances, and the police turned up, plus all the neighbours were there. luckily only the kitchen was burn't out! a big scary policeman was now asking questions, which led him to me, and in floods of tears, i confessed i'd been playing with matches (wondering if i would be sent to prison, or hanged, if not by the police, by my parents, but all i got was a severe telling off. my actual crime of nicking raspberries remained undiscovered. and on the plus side, my mother had had a real problem with ants trying to get into the kitchen, the fire at least had stopped that. moral of the tale is, pinch raspberries, but don't play with fire! is that a moral? well who knows, but the irony is, i was so scared i blew a few, should of put a match to them instead...! πŸ˜πŸ¦‹πŸ”₯
Slurping quickly, at melting ice cream
Under blazing sunny skies, happy kids scream
Mother nature, at her colourful best
Meanwhile, young birds are leaving their nest
Easy rider, and other summer sounds
Rain sometimes falls, so homeward bound

Sandcastles, buckets and plastic spades
Undulating sand dunes, kites on parades
Maddening crowds, unable to escape
Memories of quieter days, just sipping the grape
Empty beaches, and deckchairs,sand creatures delight
Rain soon interrupts, early morning light

Screeching seagulls, stealing food
Upsetting picnics, their hunger is rude
Moth-eaten fishing nets, on a bamboo stick
Meandering over rock pools, crab claws click
Easily caught souvenirs, and hand held windmills
Rain soon interrupts, with sea wind chills

Summer sun, fills the now cloudless azure skies
Uncontrolled beach *****, floating up high
Misguided tourists, on the wrong beach
Mean't to go to Hastings, now out of reach
Every holiday, a mix of wind, rain, and sun
Relaxing, and memorable, and usually, FUN!
Jul 2020 · 27
Loss Of Blood
there is a hollowness
seeping into my soul
an emptiness
a profound feeling of loss
a deep deep black hole
an empty crying void
a chasm, an abyss
a crushed heart
unbearable, and broken
my heart now bleeds
leaking like tears
blood
that also
runs through your veins
as does the blood
of your mother
Jul 2020 · 21
Lost Property
I appear to of mislaid my mojo
I had it yesterday
Not sure i had it the day before
it's really hard to say?

Today i have a hangover
So could do with my mojo now
But sure it'll turn up tomorrow
Not quite sure how

I may not be able to find it
Without having it close to hand
Which poses quite a dilemma
On which reality cannot stand

So if anyone sees my mojo
Floating around in an obscure place
Just point me in the right direction
As i'm kind of lost without it..
Jul 2020 · 41
Nameless
Nameless

I look to the crack on my ceiling

And the paint flaking of from my wall

The crack represents my broken heart

The flaking paint, as my emotions fall



My floor is carpeted with littered poetry

Strewn around, like cast off clutter

Pointless visions,of a myriad thoughts

Exposed emotions, as heartstrings flutter



My heart and love remain uncherished

As desirable, as an empty soul

Isolation, has become my destiny

As my heart will never be whole



A loving embrace, is something to cherish

And a tender kiss, to ignite a flame

It appears i'm to be left with my memories

When true love, once had a name
Jul 2020 · 29
It's A Nightmare!
I'm a little concerned
Due to the total lack
Of social distancing
In my dream world
Furthermore
That the same is occurring
During Astral Projection
And on Parallel Worlds!
Jul 2020 · 39
Being Me
Segregated existences
Colour coded
All life's matter
Washington all skins
I'm neither black, brown, pink, red, or white
Nor, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, or straight
I do not want to be categorized
Or live a ghetto'd existence
I'm just another human
Being
Jul 2020 · 59
silence...
I feel hollow

Just a simple walk

To a lovely old

Antiquated postbox

Surrounded

By the innocence

Of nature

Then a white transit van

And a yell of abuse

Kills the benefit

Iv'e just enjoyed

The melodic birdsong

Is silenced

The trees sag

The flowers droop

My return view

Of the azure ocean

Glimmering on the horizon

Becomes dull, and listless

It's now 4:28am

At 4:40am

A motorbike roars past

Accompanied by a screeching seagull

I could

Would

Scream

But prefer instead

Silence
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