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Mar 2022 · 575
Invisible
If i were to die today
With my life
In such disarray
At least now
I have
If nothing else
Lived as long as i have
Not sure how
Or why
Maybe my purpose
Will be revealed
After ive left
This mortal coil
Perhaps pigs may fly?
In the meantime
I shall remain
Floating
Seemingly aimlessly
Like a petal
Caught on a wind of chance
Always present
But never quite here

by Jemia
Mar 2022 · 71
Down To Earth
Ghosts, and shadows
From the quiet solitude
Of music, and poetry
To elsewhere
Where the hussle, and bussle
Cheer, and laughter
Of a busy bar
Vibrant, and alive
Delaying
The silent death
Currently residing
Within my soul
Which i can try to allay
For at least another day
Tomorrow never comes
Unless i let it
Meanwhile
I shall drift off
Into another portal
Another parallel world
An alternative universe
And see where
The wormholes of destiny
Take me
Perhaps
I'll end up
On that strange
Surreal planet
Called Earth

by Jemia
Mar 2022 · 249
The Con Juror
He tells his lies
And plays his tricks
The world is now
Like a game of Risk

by Jemia
basically, Risk is a board game about world *******
Mar 2022 · 45
Shattering
I woke up
Realised i was still alive
So what next?
Went to the bathroom
And tried to converse
With a spider
Trapped within the bath
Clambering unsuccessfully
to escape it's confines
So i think it was to pre-occupied to respond
Left a towel overhanging
Looked out of the window
And saw that this part of the planet
Was still there
Although
If my window
Looked over elsewhere
Then my view
May not be through a glass window
As that may be lying at my feet
Or blowing up
Into my face
As a grim reality
Sets in
That i'm in a different place
No bombs
Just bombshells
As i live
In a different kind of hell

by Jemia
Mar 2022 · 77
A Magic Seed?
A Magic Seed?

I wandered around a garden
It was early Spring
Not quite warm enough
For butterflies, or bee stings
And on the ground
I saw a large, curious looking seed
There was an inscription on its side
That i didn't know how to read
So i googled the words
And had them translated
"Eat me for a surprise?"
I tried to cut open this seed
That lay before my eyes
I was curious about its contents
A mystery seemed to lurk
I tried smashing it with a hammer
Soaking it in water
Sandpaper, but nothing seemed to work
So i swallowed it
I awoke a few years later
As an alien space ship
Returned me back to Earth
They had tattooed, as if in needs
On my forehead
"Beware, this human is stupid!"
"Don't give them seeds!"

by Jemia
Mar 2022 · 48
Sowing Seeds
I sow the seeds
Hoping to place them
Where they shall
Prosper, and grow
Yet i never know
I water them daily
With positive thoughts
Awaiting for them to blossom
But often
I plant the seeds
With negativity
For i am human
And my seeds of hope
Sometimes run dry
So i water those
With my tears
Of love
And hope that this
Will furnish them
With renewed positivity

by Jemia
Mar 2022 · 150
The Snow Harp
Distant melodies
Floating
Like drifting snow
Over an undulating
Frozen landscape
Over cold
Enchanting horizons
The harpist
Alone
Upon her regal throne
Strings caressed
With such magic
As my mind
Is captivated, and enamoured
Lies imprisoned
Within a prism
Of ethereal light
And beautiful sound

by Jemia
Old weary Tudor beams
That have seen it all before
The cracks are showing
Aching tree trunk limbs, aging

Beer guides, and Utopian dreams
So many yesterdays
Quaffed memories
Chaffed wrinkling skin

Cliched springs of hope
Hares box
But don't elude the fox
Sunshine beckons, but deceives

Time to quaff
Mead, and cider, not ale
Drunken memories
Of a good time gal

Then the young arrive
Hopeful anticipation
Please remain hopeful
The old, no longer gold

We are made of lead
Or Pewter, or Thyme
And time, And old
Magical herbs

We no longer smoke (often)
I personally
Am a woman
That once upon a waning moon
Was something else

by Jemia
Mar 2022 · 65
The Dragon Step Shuffle
The Dragon Bar step
Missed the step
Miss on the step
Amiss on the step
****** on the step
Fell off the step
That was missed
Fell over, slightly ******!

by Jemia
uk word ******, means: inebriated
Dragon Bar: name of bar i sometimes go to
Feb 2022 · 267
A Gremlin In The Kremlin
Vlad The Mad
Gremlin, in the Kremlin
Inhuman
and inhumane
Deranged
And insane
If he wishes
To serve up nuclear dishes
To denazify
He best make a fist
And place himself
Top of the list

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 56
How Now, Brown Cow
I was going to give
Everyone a pink Smartie
To sweeten the night
For this creative party
But then i thought
Some may have health reasons
Where eating Smarties
Was not possible
And i really didn't
Want anyone
To end up in hospital
So i ate them all myself
And overnight
Turned into an elf
My ears went all pointy
And i shrank in size
Then spoke loads of nonsense
Which came as no surprise!
I said hi
To all my fairy friends
And farewell
To the trolls
Then ran away
When confronted by barbie dolls
I then rode on a dragon
And flew to the sky
Then turned into a mermaid
But didn't know why
I splashed around
In some kind of delirium
As i somehow ironically
Realised i couldn't swim
I changed again quickly
As i transmogrified, whilst in the sky
And was now at peace
As a big blue butterfly
But then got swallowed
By a large greedy frog
Just at the point
I turned into a catalogue
So read my own pages
They weren't very plain
As they quickly revealed
That i was possibly insane
Mad as a hatter
Or a box of frogs
Or a mad March hare
Wearing Dutch clogs
So after all that
I end up as a cloud
Quietly floating around
Peeing water
On everything below
Time to go!
Hope i don't post this on Facebook!

by Jemia
South Coast Mardi Gras
Only on a Fat Tuesday
Music festival

by Jemia
every year a Mardi Gras type festival of music in Hastings, normally 20-30 locations, free live music
Feb 2022 · 150
Not So Sweet (Haiku)
Parting in sorrow
A deluge of tsunamis
Waves are wavering

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 61
Storm (Haiku)
Something is brewing
Anticipation deceives
Storm in a teacup

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 70
Dodo Wings?
The big blue beautiful bird
Had grown fresh wings
Meanwhile
The old feathers
Were re-united
Knotted together
Waxing lyrical
Icarus (sunbather extraordinaire )
Fell from the sky
Into a liquorice factory
Icarus allsorts!

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 68
Hide, And Seek
Clinging onto
The driftwood of reality
As i float
Through the turbulent oceans
Of chaos, and confusion
Avoiding the delusion
That false hope
May proffer
As i haphazardly
Try to steer my way
Through my ramshackle
******-analytical mind
Hoping to eventually
Land on the beaches
Of logic
Whilst being tempted away
With a myriad
Of false hope
And high expectations
Fake *******
Of euphoric
Delusional delights
Which are normally
Lurking at the back
Of an ****** dream
Or alcohol induced delirium
Foolish me
I ventured out
In search of reality
Finding only the surreal

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 69
Dirty Laundry
I thought
A Seperatist
Was a type of
Washing powder
That simply
Sorted out your ***** washing
That then
Left it *****
Seems this technique
Is used
In politics
And warfare
With laundered speeches.
When the spin
Is all dried up
Life is what you
Put-in to it
And doesn't always
Turn up with another
Trump
With more ***** laundry
Of their own

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 58
An Avoidance Of Voids
'Children need love'
'Adults need money'
Give me a limbo world
Betwixt the two, with honey

Just a small portion of each
Enough to feed me with food
And enough to feed me with love
To simply quell, this limbo mood

I could end up with neither
Just a silent wallow
Not an attractive trait
For me to have to swallow

As i await
The deluge of empty space
Lost contact
With the human race

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 49
Lashed Out
When i was younger
(So much younger than today)
I used to have
Lashings, and lashings
Of lashes
My sister sometimes
Used to tease me
At my **** girly eyelashes
Fifty years later
After forty five years
Of smoking spliffs
My pretty little eyelashes
Got burnt away
Now barely with a quiff
I can only mutter
About lashes
That no longer flutter

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 55
As Time Goes By
that moment that you wished
you'd bought an 24 hour radio alarm clock.
instead of one that defines pm by a solitary red dot,
and when you set the alarm,
another red dot shows,
add to this,
that after a recent power cut,
i wasn't sure if i was resetting the actual time,
or setting the alarm!
so when i woke up at 10:35 this morning,
instead of 08:15,
i was hit by the realisation,
that i had set the alarm for 8:15pm,
revealed by the one red dot
still being present!
the very reason
i missed a zoom meeting
i had this morning:
a bothering, of a bother........
of bothersome clocks! 🙃

by Jemia
Today, i got attacked
By a snappy, yappy
Vicious, and malicious
Fighty, bitey
Small Piranha dog
An ankle biting
Non inviting
Four legged fiend
That tried to let me down
Its irresponsible owner
Made me frown
I felt a bit forlorn
But no blood was drawn
And i shall not grieve
At the small Piranhas little teeth
As it tried to savage
My right leg
Like a woodworm would, a wooden peg
With a pegleg
I wandered off
As i saw sawdust
Leak
From the Piranhas' owners brain
Not even an apology
From the inane

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 115
Just Gassing!
Seems like Putin
Has put in
Got everyone
Over a barrel
There is
No fuel
Like
An old fuel.......

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 73
An Ode To The Moon
Beyond the dark shadows
Lies the big bright beautiful moon
Full of hidden mystery
And enchantment
As she watches over
Sister Earth
Controlling
Her oceans of tears
And blood flow
And emotions
As she sits
Silently shimmering
In the night sky
I feel
Possessed
By her power
And her beauty
I will then dream of her
As my mind will drift
Into far away realms
Some nightmarish
And others
Succulently ******
I will awaken
Unnervingly shaken
No screeching of foxes
Or hoots from owls
Back to the daytime reality
Of birdsong
And the cold winter sun
Know that i love you moon
As i await your next visit
With trepidation
And anticipation
Au revoir **

by Jemia
I awoke this morning,
With the following thoughts:
Thinking Outside The Box:
Funny how we all live on this big giant circle
But dwell within squares, or oblongs
Yet when we come across small circles
We're inclined to
kick it,
Head it,
Throw it,
Or hit it with something
I wonder what shape infinity could be
Or am i simply talking a lot of *****.....?🙃🦋

by Jemia
Last night
My dreams
Were full of
Worsening pandemics
Dramatic climate change
And nuclear war!
Induced by alcohol
And falling asleep
With the radio on!
And i have awoken
With a head that is sore
And shell-shocked from my dreams
Personally
If i have a nightmare
I prefer more traditional ones
Like being naked in public
And/or
Being chased
By a cannabalistic randy headless swan!
But no swan-upping for me
As i stick to my pen
Whilst it bleeds
Ink on paper
Words forming
Slightly illegible
Like a drunken spider
Has crawled across
The pages of my scrawls

by Jemia
Valentines Day
If you're single
Is a simple
Yet brutal reminder
That although
You may be loved
By friends
There is no-one
Who actually fancies you
Or, you have admirers
So secret
That not even
MI5, MI6, The KGB, CIA
Or Interpol
Know of their existence
could be an
"Insane Vet Lady"
Unvetted!

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 64
My Heart Of Silk
An embroidery of words
Sewn together
Like a patchwork quilt
Or a tapestry
Woven
From the wild imaginings
Of my mind
Following the thread
Of thoughts
Yet sometimes
Lain naked
Without a stitch
And aware
That a stitch in time
Saves nine
Reflections on life
Dealing with emotions
Before they cascade
Out of control
Becoming
An undulating deluge
I thread the needle
This time with red
Embroidered arteries
My lifeblood
Coursing through
My heart of silk

by Jemia
Feb 2022 · 79
The Killing
The Killing

We gathered together
In a circle of magic
Lost in the moment
As harpists wove
Their enchantment
Each chord
Echoed
Reverberated
Into the flowing tide
Of our arteries
Into, and through our hearts
As though we were the strings
Then out of the dewy mists
Came a roaring
As before my eyes
I watched with horror
As my dancing companions
Fall to the ground
Impaled on iron spears
Their blood
Began to flow outwards
Still pulsing
From the music
I fled
As they bled
I glanced round
Just the once
Seeing the carnage
And the grinning
Triumphant humans
Savages
Murderers of the innocent
Celebrating their cowardice
I wept
And bled
Then disappeared into the mist

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 48
Dappled Grey
Dappled grey dreams
Within the misty forests
Of the mind
A sleeping dragons breath
Firey red embers drift
As puddles
Of cindered smoke
Whisper gently
Onto the tongues
Of Humming birds
Now muted
Like incandescent fireflies
Glowing, and flowing
Succumbing, no longer humming
Floundering
Their ashen memories
Now blown askew
Dreams of a Phoenix
Long overdue
Lie vacant
In vacuous vacuums
Drifting into portals
Of other realities
Of other voids
Of nothingness
The dream dies
Eyes blink open
Into another day
Of a different kind
Of dappled grey

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 1.3k
Gnominal Gnomes
Gnomadic   a wandering, meandering gnome
Misgnomer a female gnome
Metrognome     uses the London Underground
Gnominate   lazy gnome, idle  
Gnomad  a sane gnome
Gnoman'sland    where male gnomes reside
Gnome de guerre     see agnominous
Agnominous  a gnome with nous
Gnome de plume not a real gnome, might be a plum!
Gnome de plump An overweight gnome
Gnome more   enough already!

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 88
Mind Invasion
Mind Invasion

It's now so late
It's early
The time between
When creatures of the night
Are no longer hunting
Yet a long while
Until the sunrise
Begins to waken
To a new day
Where words
Are lost in thoughts
And thoughts
Are thrown into dreams
Where the world
Is a surreal abstract place
Where almost everything
Has no rhyme
Or reason
Where madness, and horror
Are the norm
With the occasional crumb of ***
Lurks with intimate intent
Visiting new places
Meeting strange faces
That we will never see again
These alien invaders
Of the sleeping mind

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 57
Purple Dragons
My glow has dimmed
And now lies reclusive
As i sit here
Within the shadowed corners
Of my mind
The cave
In which i dwell
Echoes my doubts
I await, unknowing
That the stars are gathering
Floating through the mists of time
On the backs of purple dragons
Breathing fire
Of light, and of hope
Their great wings
Beat away the cobwebs
As my doubts
Are brushed away
And my essence
Is cleansed
My glowing renewed energy
Lights up my cave
As the now
Sparkling jewels of hope
Twinkle

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 52
Laughing Your Head Off!
That brief moment
When you look up
And see
You're own neck
Spouting blood
Just after that intimate moment
With Madam Guillotine
And you
Like a candle flickering in the wind
Are hit
With the sudden realization
That this is it
You are no more
Than that
Of a headless chicken
Then you realise
In a micro second
That's the wrong analogy
Else it would be your head
Running round in circles
And for some strange reason
With your last
And dying breath
You laugh!

by Jemia
Sign of the beast?
NO!
Just a sign
That ive written
An awful lot of poems!
And in fairness
Some have been
Awfully beastly
But not devilish
Is this a dagger i see before me?
No, it's a teaspoon!
I got my kicks
On route 666 (667!)
As long as
I'm not travel sick
I'm like a mole
Deep underground
Looking for depth
But only finding
Worms
And wormholes

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 65
Luna Seer
Caressing the ripples
The soft
But steady flow
Of the river
As i glide along
Paddling
Through puddles

As dappled echoes
Of moonlight
Float along
The dark
And shimmering water
There is a silence
Amongst the shadows
Of the clouded
Flickering stars
Their brightness
Mere ghosts
Lost diamonds
Echoes
Of their own existence
Floating through infinity

And over the dark horizon
Of this blue velvet night
I sense the waters edge
Listening
To the ebb, and flow
Of small waves
Running ripples
Caress the soft sand
The glowing moonlight
Seduces
Then takes my soul
To madness
Now i see

by Jemia
To Theoretically Conspire.......

Ive solved the mystery
Of what Q-Anon is
It is when
You are in
A queue
But nobody
Knows
Who the hell you are!
Time to return
To the garden
Of my mind
Grab a shovel
And theoretically
Flatten out
Some earth
Time to stick my brain
Into the washing machine
Again....

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 85
Desire
We lay there
Like ripening Camembert
With our most gorgeous
And seductive smiles
And our 'come on' eyes
Twinkling temptations
In deep anticipation
We melted
Into a river
Of pleasure
We screamed
As we streamed
As we dreamed
Our delight
Was now a deluge
In full flow
The Cherry Blossom
In full bloom
Blew along
As a gentle zephyr breeze
Caressed our supple thighs
Seductive
As as soft serenade
Whilst our hearts
Were on fire
Soon
We became like
The ebb tide
Running through the shingle
Calmly embraced
As our soft, and tender lips
Were lost in a sweet
And gentle
Kissing caress
Happy, in our happiness

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 48
Toodleloo!
***** trapped bras
Like wheel less cars
Like a horse
Without a saddle
Or a canoe
Without a paddle
Or a poet
Without a quill
Or butterflies
Without wings
Caterpillars!
And that kind of thing
Sometimes
All we have to do
Is get in the queue
Although not much fun
When queuing for the loo!

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 59
Broken Dreams
Mars, and Jupiter
Are
In mythological terms
Planets of war
Although
In reality
Tis Earth
On which we all dwell
Some of humanity
It's inhumanity
Can make it for many
Just like Hell
Yet we still live in hope
That Utopian dreams
Will cast a magic spell
False realities
Never cease
The mayhem
As those that hope
For better things
Fall into a quagmire
Of shattered dreams

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 96
SoMeTiMeS!?........
i, havE..sOme diffiCulty
with senten-
ce
structure an"d./
pUNCtuation*""!
Thrutched up with
LanGuage////>
whIcH iS mos''t
DiscombobulatinG?<
And also
quitE
KerfufFling!!!"
          Especially
When my Words
fallllll......
D
O
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N
into;;;;;"'
            b i t s and!
p i e c e     s'
This is when i know no nows
And no longer know
What the onus is with nous
Crag swaggering on the rocks
With my words
Abseiling
Into mountainous
Momentous
Moments!

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 104
Granules
How big
And small
This planet is
We are not much more
Than a grain of sand
On the empty beaches
Of infinity

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 175
Ladies, And Lairds...
I was once
Both a Scottish Laird
And a Lady of the lakes
Due to a mishap at birth
Well, we all make mistakes!

Ive now changed my name to Nessie
I'm a lairdy lady of lakes, and lochs
I now curtsy, with a bow
Wearing sometimes cutey kilts, and mini frocks

In my early years, i tossed the caber
And had my highland flings
But my heart, and soul weren't in it
During my time, as a changeling!

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 68
Blowing In The Wind
Like a soft zephyr breeze
Emitting from my derriere
But more fragrant!
The beautiful Cherry Blossom
Gently rolling along
Like a soft aromatic carpet
Of pink Marshmallows
With just the sound
Of a busy bee's hum
Without the odour
Of a smelly ***!

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 148
Life Is But A Dream
after only 3 1/2 hours sleep, i woke up to this, this morning, something ive dreamt up.....
Life Is But A Dream

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 🦋💕😏
Jan 2022 · 373
Monsieur Tickle
Monsieur Tickle
A business associate
Of my pater
Me aged four
Monsieur Tickle
Oft would visit our home
And tickle me
And tickle me
And tickle me
At first
I felt tickled
At second
I felt uneasy
At third
I felt scared
I didn't understand
I thought being tickled
Was mean't to be fun
Not of terror
After a while
When Monsieur Tickle visited
I would hide
Just two years ago
I mentioned this
To my sister
Who remembered well
This tickling mister
This sinister mister
Monsieur Tickle
As he tickled her too
And shared the same dread as i
And also shied
And would hide
As he evoked
So much fear
Whenever he was near
Yet he left
Our two brothers alone
(The third had not yet been born)
So whenever
I have to pretend
During acting practises
As part of a creative warm-up
I find myself
Having to act
As the others enjoy
The fun of it
Their own memories
Of being tickled
Untarnished
So i try to pick up on their vibe
Whilst i inwardly cringe
And cry
Monsieur Tickle
Now, no doubt
Lies in the company of worms
Yet still makes me squirm
The vermin now lies
With vermian

by Jemia
a memory of abuse when i was aged just 4yrs old
I'd rather open doors
Than close them
Although i once heard
Of a man, quite absurd
Who disguised himself
As a door
Unfortunately
His **** fell off!
The trouble with open doors
They get mistaken for jars
Then let in draughts
I personally prefer chess
Other doors
Are like portals
To other worlds
Knock knock
Who's there?
A door
Adore who?
A dormouse
What?
Where's the exit
Which ways the door
The way of the door
Is by the doorway
As one door opens
Another one closes
Like chapters in a book
And so the door
Becomes no more
Than another page
To turn

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 74
Taking The Pois
I need a wee!
A wee what?
A oui?
No!
A wee!
Nein!
No, not nein!
Non!
Just one small ***!
Petite pois?
No!
Nein!
No, just one wee
Ah, wee!
Nein!
Non?
No!
A wee!
A oui?
Yes thanks!
Merci!
No mercy needed!
Danke?
Only on a tuesday!
Quoi?
What?
Look!
I'm simply going for a ****!
For nein pous?
Bye!
Those English!
Very strange!
Oui!
Ja!
Och!

by Jemia
Jan 2022 · 124
THE NAPPY SONG
Ding-a-****
Sing-a-little song
Dinga-dinga-dinga-**** dell
Ding-a-****
OOOOH what a pong
I think your nappies got a smell

by Jemia
(written for my 1 year old, as I was changing her *****- yes, I was inspired by poooetry!)
Jan 2022 · 86
Things
I was told i could write
About anyTHING
But noTHING came to mind
Although someTHING
About noTHING
Was really hard to find
I tried to think
Of an anagram
It took me all the NIGHT
But despite a bit of sleuTHING
I couldn't get it right
I couldn't think of anyTHING
Or think of THINGS related
My heads' run out of words to write
And ive ended up constipated
It's a sheep in wolves cloTHING THING
Baaaa!

by JemiaTHING
Jan 2022 · 68
Wake Up!
This strange existence
In this strange new world
As invisible forces
Control our life's
We now roam this planet
Like masked bandits
Fearful of what we touch
Or breathe
And all those
For whom we may grieve
Hoping to wake up
And finding
It's all been a dream
Then blurry-eyed reality
Creeps in with the awakening
Wake up! Wake up!
Please wake up!

by Jemia
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