One fine day
A dragon
Decided
To take up residence
Within the village red telephone box
A meeting was called
In the quietly quaint village hall
The dragon was not invited
The villagers
Came up with a myriad of suggestions
Some suggested shooting the dragon
But thankfully
That was shouted down
Some suggested
Selling it to a zoo, or circus
Not so many protested this proposition
But, not one of them realised
That this was a baby dragon
The baby dragon
Viewed its surroundings
Through the red square holes
Of the old telephone box
And was now trapped
As it had doubled in size overnight
And sighed
It sighed so heavily
That flames shot forth
From it's now large flaring firey nostrils
And such was the intensity of the heat
That the metallic red, square windowed, old telephone box
Melted
So the dragon was now able to break free
And fly free
The villagers
Hearing the noise of it all
Dashed out of their
Cosy three-bedroomed
Thatched country cottages
And watched
As the dragon flew off
Into the sunset
Never to be seen again!

by Jemia

"Wherefore art though?"
I have no idea
I'm guessing
We're characters
In another ****** Shakespeare play
Again!
No way!
Way!
Oh yaye
Verily
"To be, or not......"
Not what?
What?
What, not?
Dunno
Something, about someone
Called Toby
Toby? Or maybe not Toby?
Probably much  ado, about nothing!
Fin!

by Jemia

When my lower limb
Taps an idling pale
Aka
Kick the bucket
My dream
'Departure'
Would'st be betwixt
A loving embrace
Ever so cute
Just at that special
Heightened moment
Of enlightenment
Where the moon glows
That little bit brighter
And a flame
Flickers listlessly, and lyrically
In the hot wax of passion
Where tongues
Liquid, and moist
Are alive!
With desire
That's the moment
To douse my fire
And ***** out my flame
As the wax hardens
At that moment
That we both came

by Jemia

Lost?

It was lost
Many, many, many, moons ago
The stars
Seemingly
Still forming
In the night sky
And i tried
I really tried
To remember
What it was
That i had lost
But now
Was no more
Than a distant echo
Drifting into deep space
I still live in hope
That one fine day
That i may
Rediscover
The missing essential
We can all live in hope
That'll teach me
That if one day
I should rediscover
The plot
Then i'd hope that
That i will never, ever
Lose the plot again

by Jemia

Dear family
We went on another march today
And found a platoon of our colleagues
Lying dead in a large circle
We all instantly knew
The fate that befell them
They'd lost contact
With HQ
Got lost
And literally
Wandered round in circles
Gradually starving to death
I'm writing this to you dear family
As this current patrol
All fully comprehend
The circumstances
That we now find ourselves in
And the realisation
That we now face
The same fate
As we too
Have drifted out of contact range
If you get this message
Which i very much doubt you will
I knew the consequences
When i was first signed up
To the 27th Soldier Ant Regiment
2nd hill
Unit three
I miss cutting leaves!

by Jemia

They lay
In neat little rows
All connected
Veins exposed
Like choirs
In an emerald green
As they began
To sing, and dance
Shimmering, and rustling
Guided by the breeze
Susurrations
Psithurisms
Create the music
Of the emeralds
Gently caressing each other
Briefly
Like a stolen kiss
As they sing
Swish, swish
The wind dies down
The emeralds, fall still
Now silent
Amongst the branches
And aching limbs

by Jemia

Grief
Is a monster
It eats you up
Then spits you out
It tears out your heart
And then your soul
Until you no longer feel whole
It rips out your insides
And abandons you
Left only with your sadness
Quivering
With every beat of your heart
So when i hear
Of another's grief
I remember the soul shredding
Grief of your own
Grief evolves
From the initial
Roller coaster ride
Of a myriad
Of ups, downs, and somewhere inbetween
Of emotions
Time
Separates, and divides
And moves us on
And eases the pain
A little at a time
The weird thing
About grief
It isn't always about loss
Through death
But also for those still living
No longer in our life's
I know both versions

by Jemia

The Twilight cat
It's eyes
A shimmering emerald green
Lay hidden
Up an old yew tree
Looking to the sky
Awaiting the stars
In the blue velvet night
The hairs
Inside it;s pointy ears
Rose up
In anticipation
And the thrill
When the first star
Came twinkling into life
The Twilight cat
Would purr, so loudly
That the yew tree
Would shake
As its roots trembled
As the earth around it
Would shift
As the earth quaked
Yet within a few moments
The Twilight cat
Would climb down
From its perch
And venture off
Through the graveyard
And search for mice
With the stars
Now glimmering
Like diamonds
Amongst the twirling
Emerald green eyes
No longer jaded
With stars in her eyes

by Jemia

went to my second life modelling of today,
felt tired,
but it went really well,
and i was applauded at the end,
which was kind of surreal,
being applauded for being naked for 2 hours,
but it seems that its not what you naked,
it's how you do naked! lol!lol again!
it's ironic,
that ive had over a hundred jobs in my life,
and that i should be successful at being naked,
i blame it on being born,
i'm simply reverting to my birth,
but without nappies
(that would be a little weird!)

Jemia 😅😏

Reflections
On a ceiling
Scattered
Jaded memories
Melodic music
Floats
On the balmy night air
Bodies
Swing, and sway
And in disarray
People move
With the groove
Green bottles
hang
Not from walls
But from the ceiling
Are very appealing
Yet remain still
Unmoved by the beat
That throbs
At my dormant feet
Whilst a shaggy dog
With a bow
Seemingly in the know
Watches all
Whilst perched upon
A pale green wall

by Jemia

Me, and the moon
Have a kind of
On, off relationship
Which really drives me mad
One Day
When the moon's not looking
I'll catch it
When it least expects
In the palms of my hairy hands
Then *****
My blackened candles
Don my dark robes
Paint a twisted smile
Upon my fair face
Run outside my ramshackle home
And simply
Howl at it
"i used to be a werewolf
But i'm alright NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!"

by Jemia

If i were a flea
What would become of me?
Would i simply be
An itch
That you had to scratch
As i nestled
Within your thatch
Or drown in a flood
As i quaffed on your blood
Or nestled within the hair
Of your cat so fair
As you view it by the fire
Scratching away like a feline choir
Or jump about with springs on my toes
Jumping so high, i could nibble your nose
But not to be
Being a flea
Is not for me

by Jemia

My heart beats
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own

by Jemia

Born within the ashes
Of a firey Phoenix
The fire tree
Flickering flames float upwards
Hermaphroditic in nature
It's feminine flame flowers
Only it's roots are male
It's fruit
As hot as chilli's
The only life that prospers
Are fire flies
Their glowing luminescence
Sit like stars in the night sky
Burning cinders
Hover, and waver in the wind
Like elfin torches

by Jemia

The imagery
Created by the shadows
That ripple upon moonlit pools
Soft as a falling petal
Caught on a warming Summers breeze
Flapping
Like the wings of a butterfly
A lone frog
Croaks
Whilst poised
Upon a lily pad
The moonlit night sky
Becomes cloudy, and overcast
As the Earth below
Darkens
A hoot from an owl
Seems to awaken
Ethereal beings
As the hidden world
Slow comes to life

by Jemia

I once knew an ant, called Brilli
Who was born, it is said, in Caerphilly
She found it a squeeze
When she got cheese on her knees
Brilli Ant was actually quite silly

by Jemia

Life
Sometimes cocooned
Sometimes a caterpillar
Always awaiting that butterfly moment
Take wing
Beautiful butterflies
Learn to fly again
And to float
On the soft gentle breezes
Of hope

by Jemia

A fading daffodil
With a hung-dog look
Like the pages
Of a dog-eared book
Dear beautiful daffodil
I still love you
You may age, and die
But your essence,
And presence
Will lie
Within my heart
Forever

by Jemia

After a friend told me, that i should become Prime Minister
I decided, after a few minutes of quiet deliberation, and contemplation
Why not?
So off i trundled, and put myself up as an independent candidate for the next general election
I won my sear hands down, a landslide victory was mine
The general public, obvious fed up with current availability
And perhaps yearning for some fresh blood, and someone new to blame
Took to me, like a duck to water!
Now all the other political parties took note of my success, especially as i was currently an independent. and such was the narrow margins of possible voters
They festooned me with much praise, and the party that was currently the opposition, wanted me the most. i know this, as they offered me the best bribes, which i was happy to accept
Within a few weeks, they elected me as their new leader
When the current government's leader Prime Minister resigned, due to a *** scandal, involving a camel. the new Prime Minister stepped in, and full of arrogance of his self worth, decided to cement his standing, by holding another general election, convinced it would be a walkover
Unfortunately for him, all it proved, was how much out of touch, he truly was,
and that he was not loved by anyone. but i was, and within a very short space of time, after that conversation with a friend, i was now Prime Minister!
This received global attention, so much so, i was made world leader of the free world (wherever that may be?)
In my office, there were various buttons on my desk
and the person explaining their individual uses to me, had really bushy eyebrows, and i was so focused on these, that i wasn't really listening, especially the part where he said "under no circumstances press this big red button, unless, you think there is going to be a nuclear strike!"
I only know this now, as everything said in this room was recorded
the very first phone call i received, came from the commander of all the free world forces. who happened to have his telly on quite loud, and happened to be watching a news item about some union action, and someone shouting through a megaphone "Strike now!"
I remember thinking "Oh crap!" and slammed my hand down on the big button
Unfortunately, this caused World War Three! and if that wasn't bad enough, i also sprained my wrist!
But the headline in the last newspaper ever published read
"She Meant Well!"

by Jemia

9:30am i leave my house
And quiet, as a mouse
Wearing clogs!
I head towards the park
Clip clopping
My boots, like horses hooves
(Heels need a cobblers touch
but i fear, it would cost to much!)
5 or so minutes later
I step
Down several steps
Into the park
And it is like
I've entered a portal
Into paradise
Within a moment
The beautiful nature
Is all around me
Birds, bees, and butterflies
Float, on a soft zephyr breeze
As i commence my walk
Guided by the trees
And a myriad of colours
As if borne of an artists palette
Framed by the blue azure sky
And the shadowed blue-green pools
Dappled by the reflective sky
And rippling waters
This Utopean paradise
With an undulating beauty
Oft takes my breath away
As i drown in its magnificence
And the calming serene tranquility
Within this tapestry of wonders!

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

Very sadly, today
One of my breakfast bowls
Passed away
Along with two Weetabix
Looking so inbetween
As the sugar shaker
Like a mean machine
Pounced upon bowl
And contents
Including the milk
All fell to the floor
And quite simply
Were no more
My sugar shaker, i fear
Looking to be a cheap thriller
Has now become
A cereal killer
As i cast out
The broken remains
Into my flip top bin
I then committed the cardinal sin
And grabbing a fresh identical bowl
Seemingly uncaring, as to its soul
Nor for the newly departed
Weetabix dead
I decided to have
Shredded Wheat instead!

by Jemia

Night Of The Living Quack!

It was obviously difficult
At first
To distinguish
Betwixt a normal duck
And a zombie duck
Until they quacked
And their waddle
Gave them the appearance
Of an inebriated duck
And their quack
Sounded more like a quark
On their own
They were fairly harmless
But if surrounded by these beastly entities
A gang of zombie ducks
All quarking loudly
You could be in mortal danger
Of seemingly being squashed
By an insane eiderdown
Unless you were quick enough
To avoid the quaik
And duck down
Then you may simply
Quack up
The only known defense
Is to throw oranges at them
They have a mortal fear of oranges!
the end
fin

by Jemia

Shadows of the dead
Silhouetted on bare walls
Imprints of existence
Now devoid of flesh
And bones
Just ashen memories
Of forgotten souls
That drowned
In the flames
Of a nuclear strike
The dread
Of the dead
The lucky ones
Were still asleep
Their flame of life
Snuffed out
Like the flickers
Of a dying candle
Lost
Whilst in a dream
Not waking
To the reality
Of the nightmare
Befalling them
Death
Came easily
And cheaply
Yet was a high price
To pay
for peace

by Jemia

One early misty morning
Down a lonely country walk
I nearly came face, to face
With a slightly crazed looking
Young bullock
I took flight over a fence
And climbed part way up
A small tree
Clinging on for dear life
Watching
As the bullock
First kicked up some earth
Then roared, and bellowed madly
Whilst rearing up
But thankfully
Charged away from me
And after a short while
It's bellows were lost in the distance
I took heart
And nervously clamboured down
From my perch up the tree
The mist
Rather than lifting
With the onset of morning
Had thickened
And i realised
That i was completely lost
And could not even find the path
That had brought me here
So was completely disorientated
I heard a loud shriek
That set my heart racing
But i suspected, and hoped
That it was no more than a fox
Then to my horror
I could hear the bellows again
And the pounding hoofs of the bullock
Seemingly drawing closer
But such was the density
Of the now swirling mist
I was uncertain
As there seemed to be shadows
Everywhere
Like i was in a land
Of ghosts
I quickly decided
To seek out another tree
And climbed the first one i found
I checked my phone
And saw that it was now 10:37am
So i had only been here just over an hour
My phone was basic
And had no clever functions
Such as sat nav
But a good battery life
with little credit
And had no idea who to call
As i was feeling quite foolish
And couldn't remember the name of where i was
But then noticed i had no reception anyway
And just at that point
I could vaguely make out

As i entered another realm
Into a land of far away dreams
Where-in lay another reality
With talking turtles, and backward flowing streams

Kingfisher dragonflies
And flying fishing cats
A turquoise turtle abandons their shell
And totters around, in an flamboyant hat

And what of me?
Where do i fit in?
I am of course a butterfly
Singing a soft Madrigal, floating in the wind

My wings are made of charcoal
A strange flourescent red
I'm kissing the lips of a beautiful moth
As we lie within our feathered bed

We both give birth to baby clouds
That drift up to the sky
As we remain upon this earthy ground
We've forgotten how to fly

The sun now shines a purple hue
And there is laughter all around
The moth, and me, again embrace
Happy at a love profound

We carry on through the portal
As our wings return to arms
And though my moth is human again
She has lost nothing of her charms

For she is now a fairy queen
As beautiful as ever, and more
I become her favourite flower
As i blossom like never before

She now wears me in her hair
And kisses me every night
As the twilight twinkles in her eyes
Under the glowing moonlit light

by Jemia

I lay accused
Of much saucy sorcery
A comique travesty
Of injustice
Of lying with a mate
Of a wiccan witch
My plea lay before me
And yaye
Verily didst i say
He limply didst try
To have his way
And much awkwardness
Dids't follow
But i was much revolted
And disinclined to enjoy
As i was not the type
To have such sauciness
With any kind of boy
As he limply did
Try to lay
But was unable
Under such a fine table
To put on
Any kind of display
Where-in his goodly wife interjected
And saying i spoke troth
As he was so oft
To try any available broth
Where-in he was put in stocks
And was allowed
To keep on his socks
And i was duly cleared at the bench
And thereafter had frolics
With his goodly wiccan *****
For we were both thesbians
Or something of that ilk
And shared many a moment
Of curdling our milk

by Jemia

A strange cocktail
Dreams of romance
With a large dose of Covid
Both remind me
Of my vulnerability
And Loneliness
It's like falling into an abyss
An empty void
Of silent space
My heart bleeds
Into the ether
There seems no hope
Just this solitude
I find unable to bare
No embraces
To fill my heart
I am no more
Than a grain of sand
On an empty beach
Washed away
In a tide of emotions

by Jemia

"What did you do that for?"
Said a rather large spider
I was already fairly horrified
To of found, a rather large spider
Clinging on to the inside of my yellow shower curtain
At the point, dressed only in my skin
I was about to enter
But had noticed a dark shadow
Which at first imagined
Was perhaps a ball of hair
But i gently peeled back the yellow shower curtain
To step into the warming sprinkles
I quickly grabbed a small cup
And packet of Aspirin
That i keep in the bathroom
And using the packet
Flicked the spider into the cup
And quickly put the pack over the top
And it had been at this point
That the spider had spoken to me
Not quite knowing what to say
Or how to respond to a talking spider
I said " I'm sorry, but i don't shower
In the company of strangers!"
I could hear the spider
Scuttle around the cup a few times
Then it replied "That's not what i heard!"
I picked up the cup
And without responding
Walked into my kitchen
Opened the window
And threw the spider out!
Returned to the bathroom
Stepped into the refreshing shower spray
And thought "****** cheek!"

by Jemia

You know
I'll always love you
As i always do
And that i truly miss
The company of you
Your presence for now
As fluid as turbulent streams
As you wander, in, and out
Every night within my dreams
Yet your appearance
Always seems so effervescent
Although you're always different
Whenever you are present
Your eyes, and skin, and hair
Change colour every time
And your laughter
Is so so beautifully, wonderfully sublime
Your smile warms up my heart
I feel such total bliss
As your sweet subtle succulent lips caress
My soul, those rare moments that we kiss
Although i have never met you
Or so it mostly seems
I love you in this strange reality
Within this land of dreams

by Jemia

I'm seeing C's
When there are
No C's to see
Although there's
A C  in oCean
That i see
In the deep blue sea
Yet there's no C
in the sea
That i can see
Ce!

by Jemia

I am living with myself
My past as a loving father
And my present
As a loving woman, and father
Of my beautiful daughter
Today
On Father's Day
I received two cards from her
Both said Happy Fathers Day
But one had the Transgender flag
Covering the front of it
The gift of Malteser Truffles
Were also very welcome!
And i was kind of grateful
That they were not pink
Some traditions do need to be maintained😅
The significance
Of the transgender card
Is the inclusivity of it
Not just for me, but also my daughter
That she can now easily buy a card
For a trans parent
Without it having to be a major issue
I'm aware how lucky i am
And that there are younger people out there
That would love to get a card of this ilk
from their parents, birthday, xmas....
An open hearted gift of love
Breaks down many a barrier
saw a blue/white/pink pigeon
it landed on my balcony
i made no assumptions as to it's gender
it then took wing
and flew away

by Jemia post op transwoman, and father

The room
Remained empty
And the only option available
Was a mirror
Hanging broken
From a wall
But she didn't want
The stark truth of that
She didn't want that at all

by Jemia

Upon my recent visit
To the far off land of Fae
I was greeted by a little person
Who promised to show me the way
We wandered into a dark forest
Then completely went astray
I'd trusted this little person
As i thought he knew the way
Perhaps i'd chosen the wrong one
His excuses seemed somewhat lame
But by the end of the day
Ive only had my Elf to blame!

by Jemia

Life is like
A river
Ever flowing
Ever fluid
Ever changing
Evolving
Learning
Becoming
Strong currents
Dark pools
And as it flows
It carries with it
The essence
Of it's beginnings
We are raindrops
As we splash
Into the heady currents
Our ebb, and flow
Driven by the tides
Of our destinies
Some of us
Will fall into the vast ocean
And some of us
Will flow
Against the tides of expectancy
As we form our own
Riverdance

by Jemia

Now in a relationship
With Betty The Batty witch
She wriggled her wand
Then her nose, and then began to twitch
She then uttered words of enchantment
And that kind of thing
Now i am wearing a witches knot
Just like a wedding ring
She's now cooking me
In her cauldron oh so fair
With the added extras
of wing of bat, eye of newt
And an extra dose of Yeti hair
It'll be the last time
I'm to be invited to this feast
As she moves me around the cauldron
To make sure i'm facing East
I'm now hot, and bothered, and smelly
But coming up a treat
Yet somehow escape her cauldron
Which was no easy feat
I'd waited whilst she was napping
And snoring like a ****
And ran as fast as my legs would allow
As me, and the cauldron part
I then bumped into a friendly witch
Who helped me far, and wide
And as she never tried to cook me
Ive now become her bride!

by Jemia

Oh i wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine?
Have you fallen down a well?
Or where the sun
Does not shine?
Without your presence
How am i expected
To possess any vision
To peruse a book
Read a sign
Or watch some television
Oh i do wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine
Although ive now put on my new ones
And they are absolutely fine!

by Jemia

The mosaic gold Daffodils
Hang loose, and limp
Ramshackled
Dishevelled
As they droop
Disdainfully
Towards their destiny
Yet their spark of life
Remains beautiful
Echoing their former glory
Still adorned
With their outer tunics
Like pale veils of harmony
Drawn back
Over limp green shoots
The now dying 'Daffs'
Lie, within a mosaic vase of complexities
Of Egyptian Blue's
Crimson Red's
And Verdigris Green's
Creating a tapestry
Of a primary delight

by Jemia

As the sun, and moon
Danced together
Under a blue azure sky
The stars
Awaited the twilight
Their moment
For now
Suspended in time
And whilst the sun
Still shone
The universe
Batted no eyelids
As the wings of time
Floated on the ether
Of  the tomorrows
Of the unknown

by Jemia

Her laughter
Was pained
I saw her face
The forced smile
Her eyes
Were moist
And held the truth
As did her hands
Tightly clasped together
Over loosely peeled skin
Her laugh
Deceived no-one
Not even herself
Then came the tears
She eventually cursed
She should of known better
Than to rub her eyes
Just after peeling onions

by Jemia

I love writing poetry
Some of it is okay
Like a windy ****
Or a roll in the hay
Some of it isn't
I self berate
But little, or none of it
Is particularly great
If i were a great poet
The expectations
Would be to high
To maintain
That castle
In the sky
So, like a dog
I shall remain
A pauper analogue
And also like a dog
I am a bit barking
Which doesn't rhyme
Don't blame me
Tis my pen
That writes the poetry
Like a cuckolding hen
Typical analogy
A bad workperson
Blaming their tools
Although i'm nobodies fool
Then must be the ink
So i'd like to think
A caper, on paper
A pie, in the sky
Or politics, or religion
And just a smidgeon
Of Moon dust

by Jemia

I have this cunning plan
To one day move, at will
To the Event Horizon
Where time stands still
And thus theoretically
I will not age
Nor ever
Become a sage
Nor ever come back
Especially should i fall
Into a hole that is black
So i'll keep my feet
Rooted, on the ground
And remain on this planet
Which is ever so round
As i have to settle for the fact
That i once made time fly
As i set a Christmas tree clock
Towards a ceilinged sky
But then something
Quite profound
As i then stopped time
When it smashed to the ground
So i don't really need
Any Black Holes in outer space
As i become like a clock
With a wry looking face
Next time
I hope to not go so far
Stopping time
Or become like Sagitarius
What A-Star!

by Jemia

The luxurious ocean
Of a velvet hue
Slip slopping
Over pebble-dashed pebbles
Like an artists palette
The setting sun
Had given birth
Into the myriad coloured sky
A twilight
That kissed the soul
As the twinkles
On the shimmering sea
Fell into the night
And became the stars
Accompanied
By a passionate moonlight
The ocean
Now taunted, and teased
By mother Earths tempestuous sister
Began to ripple
Like stolen innocence lost
And soon forgotten
As a wave, of tides
Surged forward
Into an unexplored pleasure
Caressing the golden sands
Of desire

by Jemia

Just dug up my Twitter page
Which i'd buried years ago
Like a dog, who'd found a bone
That they didn't want to know

So had a casual look around
To see what i could see
All seems a bit hysterical
And not the thing for me

It's awash with multiple red herrings
And other fishy things
And stuff that falls from bullocks bottoms
And persons that know everything

I twittered, and twattered, and tweeted
But luckily, i did not swear
There seemed to be a few narcissists
But others in despair

So i'll think i'll stick with face-ache
And instagramps as well
As i ponder upon the mysteries
Of planet Earth, on which we all now dwell

by Jemia