Yaye!
Me!!
I'm the queen
Of the deep blue rippling sea
Although
I haven't got
A mere mermaids tail
And cannot
Swim......

by Jemia

Are you sure
Euphoria?
As we become
Entwined
Betwixt a passionate embrace
And a melting of hearts
On her face
Lies a gladdening smile
And for a while
At least
The beating hearts
Of these two lovers
Will quieten the brewing
Storms of age
And of solitude
And momentarily
Until time disappears
Thou shalt be my queen
Euphoria

by Jemia

I'd play cards
On my own
But
I haven't got
The patience
Although
It has been said
That i am
A bit of a card
Which made me
A little snappy
So whistfully
I bridged
That gap
And learned
Not to snap
Or be rummy
After a gin, or two
Not much to brag about
Or crib
Despite my lack of patience
I never got out
Think i'll throw
My cards in

by Jemia

I always thought
A twitten
A strange conjoining
Betwixt
A twit
And
A silly Kitten

by Jemia

The wild dragon
Drew a dragons breath
Gazing at the dark grey sky
Opened its wings, and began to fly

Silently, it soared
Its gilded golden wings
Gliding with the breeze
A hungry flight, she couldn't appease

She cut through the clouds
To seek out the sun
Camouflaged, by her golden glow
Breathing out, a rekindled firey flow

As her torched, and torturous body
Now invigorated, she flew back to her cave
Within her concave eyes, lay a tapestry, of deep blue hues
As flames, from her ochre pastel tongue, grew

This fire, melted the gold within
This golden syrup, swamped over the jewels
The dragon leapt into this colourful mire
Which stuck to her golden scales, as she breathed out more fire

She climbed out of this river, of jewels, and gold
Now laden with emeralds, blue, and red diamonds rubies, and sapphires
Then sat upon her golden dragon throne
Now completely attired, and completely alone

Her golden tears, like a flowing brook
Were like the pages, of an unwritten tome
She wept, in the silence of the night
A sad, and tragic, yet beautiful sight

She abandoned her chambers, her hallowed, yet hollow hall
Venturing out, into the soft quietness
Lifting up her wings, ready to fly
When she saw a purple dragon pass her bye

She called to this dragon, with a dragons voice
An echoing silence, under a now still, cloudless moon
The purple dragon, heard her call, and flew to her side
They spoke for an eternity, where time was denied

They shared tales, of centuries now passed
As she spoke, the purple dragon, changed colour, into red
They lifted their wings, and flew into the night
Into a different realm, no longer in site

Long gone now, the two dragons
Other than a golden egg, within an empty cave
Vanished dragons, not vanquished, a left over dream
The egg cracked open, and out stepped a dragon, a beautiful cream

by Jemia

I am - "none of my rabbits
Enter the burrow"
Kind of girl
They sit on the mound
Above ground
And gaze at the stars
That twinkle
In my eyes
As we charge
Our glasses
And often
Our batteries
It's a buzz!

by Jemia

Could the opposite
Of serendipity
Be pity?
When you venture out
Looking for something
Truly wonderful
And all you find
Is ****
On your shoe
Like crap
On your soul

by Jemia

Jaffa Cake farts
You've been tango'd
But not last,
In a Parisian way
Orangey aromas
Don't require diplomas
Fruity by degrees
Let them eat cake...

by Jemia

Although i'm sometimes (often)
Disappointed with the world
And the wiles,
And ways
Of some peeps,
There is always the reliability of music
To restore my hope
And trust
May those things reign supreme
Else one day
I'll simply scream
"For goodness(polite version) sake, just be true"
Love, and peace,

Jemia 💕🦋💕

As i prepare myself
To leave my nice
And cosy retreat
Snug
As a bug, in a rug
I know that shortly
I will have to
Leap out
And expose myself
To the bitter cold
Like a reluctant flasher
And abandon
My ménage a trois
Of my two beloved
Hot water bottles
I am the filling
Within a hot rubber sandwich
But they are now tepid
I feel unloved
By their coolness towards me
A betrayal
Of their intentions
I shall abandon them
With wild abandon
And expose myself
To my ice-pack
Ramshackle shelter
Would of been easier
To simply get out of bed
Rather than
This breakfast of words

by Jemia

Last night
I had an ****** dream
Involving scissors
It was a non-cutting experience
No marks
Or remarks
At a snip
And she didn't
Bite my lip
I do miss her
She was a lovely kisser
And i will take delight
If i dream of her again tonight
Such sweet sensual dreams

by Jemia

I hear you clock
Every tick, and every tock
As you move, unrelentlessly
Into the future
In the meantime
You stand witness
And you are also part of
The passing of time
With no time for yourself
My only contribution
Is my ageing
Sometimes i curse you
As if it's your fault
As time seemingly
Hurries me towards
My final destination
Where time will no longer
Have any meaning
But you, my clock
May not realise
You are dependent on me
As i am your carer
As i feed you
You, the giver of time
Me, the giver to time
As i insert fresh batteries
Into your back
Behind your face, and hands
Else time for you
Would stand still
So when i die
You will in time follow
Unless i throw you out of my window
And watch time fly

by Jemia

The tree stood, no longer
Amongst friends
Silent, and alone
As it bathed
In an now unhealthy ozone
Other than its leaves
Trembling
In a chilling breeze
The breeze picked up
And strengthened
The leaves were pushed together
Like unwanted lovers
Embraced, then screaming
No longer under cover
As a sharp wind
Ripped them free
From their mother tree
No longer in her tender embrace
As she was soon
To be bleeding sap
Bare, and barren
From her emerald glory
Her children now gone
And lying at her feet
Trampled on
As the creature
With very sharp teeth
Began to chew at her base
This was the beginning
And the end
Of the massacre

by Jemia

Kerfuffled, Discombobulated
And confused
My grey matter upstairs
Is suffering from overuse

My ramshackled head
Is now but a shack
Like a little duck
That knows not how to quack!

by Jemia

The old farmer Tom Macdonald
Had a chicken farm E I E I O!
Easily losing many chickens

Quickly to foxes
Until, after numerous attempts
In trying to outwit the..
Cunning fox, all had failed
Kindness left him, he built an electric fence

But ended up electrocuting, some of the hens
Roughly seven others went stir crazy
Over being cooped up in their coop
Warm for the night, overheating
Next, they attacked each other

For in desperation
Old farmer Tom, set a moat around
Xanadu (he'd thus named the coop!)

Just to find
Under darkness, the fox built a drawbridge
Moving over the moat
Panicking
Silly old Tom, got a guard dog

On its first night
Violently, the dog
Eating some of the chickens
Roughly, Tom tethered the dog, on night two

The tether was to short
Happened therefore
Easily the fox moved beyond reach of the tether

Later on, the third night, the farmer had re-erected
An electric fence, refilled the moat, and fed the dog
Zombie like, the dog, fell asleep, and was awoken by
Yokes, and a gadzooks, coming from the coop, but was to slow

During its escape, the quick brown fox jumps
Over the lazy dog
Grinning, as simply as abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

by Jemia

I saw a hairy spider
Crawling up my wall
I asked it to go away
As i didn't want it here at all

The spider stopped, then turned to me
Then looked me in the eye
"I'm not at all dangerous"
As it quickly scuttled by

I told him/her my spider fears
Like crawling down my throat
The spider responded suddenly
"You are a silly goat"

I caught it quickly in a drinking glass
And then secured it with a mat
Then threw it out the window
Out of my slightly cobwebbed flat

As it had told me a web of lies
That it wouldn't cause me harm
As just the very sight of it
Caused me great alarm

But now i have another problem
That fills me full of sighs
Without the spider in my flat
Ive nothing to catch the flies

by Jemia

Eats honey
And pollen porridge
Petal soup
Which they easily forage
Protects flowers
Keeps insects apart
By farting at them
With fairy farts
These do not affect
Or are in any way
Responsible
For climate change today

by Jemia

As i drew a wider weird, that's wired
Where words, are sometimes your sword
And a minute can feel, so very minute
When your soul is bored, and broad, on board

Wary of what, and where you wear
We're what we were, and will be
As we wait on the weight, that weighs us down
When the sea, is all we can see

And the onus, is on us, to have some nous
When fear of the fare, of what's fair, seems unfair
At tiers of tears, at a groan, grown wrong
And the breath of a hare, is the heir, of your hair

My angst over gnats, that sometimes stang
As i peer at a pier, with a pyre of fire
A sword that's soared, can be translated to words
Where secretly reside, a desire

by Jemia

That moment
When you go to the fridge
In search of the remaining chocolate
That you don't remember
Or conveniently forgot
That you had wolfed it all down
The previous night
The wrapping of which
Is nowhere in sight
I'd bought a big chocolate bar
Only two days hence
My thinking
That seemed to make sense
That it would last me longer
Hahahahahahahahahahaheeee
There was me
Thinking age
Would fill me with wisdom
In the same way
As turning the sublime
To the ridiculous
That bird had already flown
It's ironic really
Or really ironic
As when i get
A small chocolate bar
It seems to last longer?

by Jemia

Oh dearest
And most beloved
Camembert
Thou art created
By the gods, and goddesses
Of cheese
And shoulds't it so please
I woulds't love to indulge
In your **** runnyness
And seductively tempting aromas
Your perfume
So beguiles, and entices me
Thou art far superior
To the humble brie
Like a bumble bee
You add honey to my taste buds
Dearest, and most beloved Camembert
Woulds't thou marry me?
So we would thus be entwined
For all eternity
Your most humble, of humble admirers
You are the one
I most desirest

by Jemia x

It doesn't really matter
Should i really care?
As no-one is likely to see
My holey underwear!

by Jemia

If i was a
****
I'd be a lemon curd
Flavour
With a gentle
Crust
And a lemony squidgy
Inner
One little
Nibble
And you'd want me for
Dinner

by Jemia

Soon i will be growing
Yet never be all knowing
Until i start a-sowing
The beautiful seeds of love

Thence we will be going
With a calming zephyr blowing
Near a rambling brook a-flowing
With an azure sky above

As we wander to, and fro-ing
Our hearts will be a-glowing
Beating faster, never slowing
Full grown the seeds of love

by Jemia

About to leave for my booster
Rather get there early
Than late
For this is a very special
Non romantic date
A new kind of destiny awaits
Time to fly
As i lie in the hands
Of the Fates

by Jemia

As a child
I was brought up
To Believe
That adults
Always knew better
Now i'm an adult myself
I realise
That this is a myth

by Jemia

**** is
Not rude
Or crude
**** is
Naturally naked
And bare
So don't stare
If i
One day
Decide to let my skin
Feel the air

by Jemia

If i want
To look
At someone
That is
Lonely
All i need
Is a
Mirror

by Jemia

It was raining cats
Under a mewling wind
So i entered a small wood
To seek shelter
I wandered of the main path
Venturing
Through the broad, and narrow trees
Eventually reaching
A small, but dark
Dangerous pool
I glanced inwards
It proffered no reflection
And no insects skated across
It's murky surface
Soon
It began to whirl
And from it's depths
Arose a curious bright, light
A glowing globe
hovered over the pool for a while
Then moved across
And was by my side
At the blink of an eye
I was mesmerised, and also frightened
It soon began to transform
Into the shape
Of a young woman
She had shiny, long flowing
Raven tresses
And eyes, of an emerald green
That glinted, and glimmered
As a small ray of sunshine
Scrambled through the heavy
Foliage, of the forest
Surrounding her look of seeming serenity
She was equal in height to me
So when she glanced into my eyes
It was as though, she was looking into my soul
She had a ponderous look upon her face
As if considering my fate
She wore no crown, or jewels
but had flowers in her hair
Soon other gleams of light appeared
And i assumed
That they would form into
Accompanying fairies
But i was wrong
As they took the form
Of small demons
At the same time
As, who i'd presumed was Titania
Queen of the fairies
Evolved
Her tresses curled
And her eyes turned a malignant red
She then told me her name
Hecate
And upon clicking her now long fingernails
Her demons
Dragged me into the whirling pool
And towards some kind of nightmare world
Where ghosts roamed around screaming
There were no life forms.
In the distance
Over the undulating fractured landscape
were a few dead trees
There gnarly limbs
Reaching out, to an unrelenting
Cold, and bitter sky
But i was not yet ready to die
Hecate cackled, indulging in my terror
I imagined this was hell, or somewhere similar
She was delighted to tell me
That she had merely taken me
into the future by sixty years
She then read me some verse
And that i was to make a choice

Slit my wrists
Or cut my throat
Stick my head in the oven
Or drown in a moat

Jump of a rooftop
Jump under a train
Take an overdose
Go insane

Blow my brains out
Suffocate my breath
So many choices
Resulting in death

I chose insanity
As i did not wish to die
I then started laughing
A maniacal kind of laugh
I then died in my head
My only company
Were the putrid dead
Hecate clicked her fingers again
And suddenly, i was beside the pool
I ran as fast as i could
To escape this bewitched wood
Guided by the moonlight
I soon reached the wet open
Relishing the rain, the beautiful rain

by Jemia

The whole world knows
That we need to reach zero emissions
Before 2050, or so
The largest populated
Have proffered zero
10 to 20 years later
Which is a no go
Now also trying to weather
The Pandemic
Over 5 million have died from this curse
Could of been even worse
That the vaccine denied
One country left COP26
In a huff
As they deemed their security
Was not enough
Brazil, is ill, and dying
Their leader is defying
What's next?
What are we waiting for?
Hoping it's not
A third world war

by Jemia

Like
A tapestry
Of words
Like
The birdsong
Of birds
And
Sometimes
Dancing with
The Absurd

by Jemia

The green pen
With no inks
No words to write
Methinks....

by Jemia

A part-time job
In a delicatessens to rob
I was fourteen, fifteen
Somewhere inbetween
I was oft sent
Hell bent
To the walk in fridge
I, like a midge
Began to bite
With all my might
I did not share
The lovely chocolate eclairs
Like greased lightning
My consumption was frightening
The stock was soon amiss
And within a few days, i was rightly dismissed
Remembering a job, i'd nearly forgotten
Of chocolate eclairs, ill-gotten

by Jemia

If Mother Earth
Was our child
And we were her parents
Charges against our parenting
Perhaps would include
Systematic abuse
Violation of human rights
Neglect
Abandonment
Enforced child labour
Maltreatment
Ignorance of health, and care needs
Eventual infanticide
The global reality
Of what many children face daily
The fading beauty
Of Mother Earth
Our children will also face
Hunger
And the aftermath
Of chaos
That they'll inherit

by Jemia

Here i am
Dwelling
Within
My dwelling
A myriad of thoughts
I'm no longer telling
In position
Of an
Imposition
A tsunami of thoughts
Floods my brain
I know not
Where they come from
Only that they
Come again
And again
And again
Like a tidal wave
Unrelenting
Flooding
As i tiptoe
Into the puddles
Of my
Mind

by Jemia

ME: "Oh beloved bendy frog"
"I much prefer you, to a dog"
"So so green, and quaintly shy"
"I particularly like, your cute bow tie"

You never seem to cower
When you unite a bamboo cane, to a flower
You do it all, with such finesse
Your bulging eyes, so impress

I know not, if you're from Mars, or Venus
But you don't seem to have a gender
"Oh, my lovely contortionist"
"You would of fared better, as an extortionist"

You are so humble, and almost real
Like Kermit the frog, but more surreal
"I wonder if there is a pig in your life"
"Maybe you're now married, and she's your wife?"

FROG: "What is this strange poet, before my eyes?"
"Speaking about me, things i cannot deny"
"I am flexible, and a very good friend"
"And very easy going, and easy to bend"

Whilst i'm sat upon, my floating lily pad
And wonder at the spawn, i might of had
Perhaps all i need, is to leap up high
Shoot out my tongue, and catch a fly?

by Jemia

Blah Humbug
blah
blah
blah blah
climate
change
argh
argh
argh ooh
****** chango
Cop26
Cop that
Cop out

by Jemia

I sense tears
In the ether
A quiet sobbing
As if the planet itself
Is quietly weeping
At the rhetoric
Of the gathering
Of the clans
Making their plans
To further delay
Of the necessary changes
As late as possible
Rather than the logical option
To start acting right now
Time is of the essence
They are likely
To put of until tomorrow
What needs doing today
One action
Speaks louder
Than a thousand words
But all we get
Are empty promises
What is wrong with these people?

by Jemia

There were three brothers from Leamington Spa
They walked over hills
And travelled afar

Thomas, the elder, of the curious three
Moved to Sherwood Forest
And lived in a tree

Richard ,the middle, far to bold
Married Medusa
And was turned to gold

Harold, the younger, of a different ilk
Went fishing for sharks
Which he then tried to milk

There was no mention of their little sister
Maybe because
She'd been born as a mister

There were three brothers of Leamington Spa
Who were eventually pickled
And put in a jar

by Jemia

The insanity
Of humanity
***** profanity
Just realised
What an epiphany is
And thought irony
Was linked with
Ironing
Or eating to much spinach
And that being anaemic
Mean't i couldn't be ironic
So after many iron supplements
My irony was not improved
I then sat with ire
And fell
Headfirst
Into a mirrored mire
Of mischievous miscreants

by Jemia

Big Words
Little action
Drawn swords
Painted retractions
And still the planet bleeds

by Jemia

A multi-spotted ladybird
Walked up my roller blind, a green matt
Would normally be in hibernation mode
But a rare warm spell, led it to my flat

An orangey colour, with many spots
Born to be wild, and to roam
Although my house, was not on fire
A ladybird, ladybird, flew away to my home

So ive now placed it on my tomato plant
To keep it warm overnight
Hoping it doesn't sneak into my boudoir
And give me a ladybird bite

So ive written this little poem
To remember this moment in my life
When a multi-spotted entity, entered my flat
That's my lady, not my wife

by Jemia

What Is Love
                                       1
A word, is but a word
If there is thought behind a word, now weaning
Then that word, becomes a thoughtful word
And a thoughtful word, has more meaning

And what if that word be love?
And there is passion in that thought
Should not love, come from the heart?
As be a feeling, as it ought

Beauty is there, for the beholder
Is love to be possessed?
Or owned, or controlled
Or free, and natural, and unobsessed?

Restrictions, conformity, and bobeyance
So much pleasure, but to much pain
Caused by unwritten rules
Of loving embraces, traditionally plain

What is natural love?
Is love like nature?
Tempestuous, uncontrolled
Yet calm, free, and beautifully mature

Darkening skies
Innocent, yet foreboding in flight
A flash of lightning, a roll of thunder
A heart pounds, at natures might

There is no malice, or bad intent
Nature follows, it's own natural way
Only interfered with, by the foibles of man
Which can cause, such disarray

                                          2
Wavering feelings of love
Powerful as any ocean
One can live with nature
But uneasily, with powerful emotions

How can one be instinctive?
Instincts that are controlled, and manipulated
How is one meant to react?
In a society, that lives of hypocrisy, unabated

How can one pretend, to know all the answers?
When one is unsure of the questions, one asks
What is love?
Love is a myriad of tasks

Is to be human, to be humane?
A caring nature, that cares to much
What is love?
Without a gentle touch

Is nature, and natural instinctive?
Or is humanity as kind, or unkind as life?
Is life to short, or to long?
Or is life simply to live, as husband, and wife?

Be yourself, or don't be yourself
Contradictory elements, in the love game stakes
Freedom of spirit, of the free spirited
Free self-will, with every packet of cornflakes!

Self-opinionated, or opinions from the self
Self-righteous, or rights of the ID
A Pandora's Box, of attitude, and thought
As infinite, as infinities *****-top lid

                                   3

So what if conformity, is the norm?
Is conformity normal, out of a can?
And is this conformity natural?
And is there nature, in the morals of man?

As one trudges through these obstacles
Mostly dormant, or obscure
What is learnt, what is there to see?
From the tunnel-vision, of the insecure

And what,and where, and when?
The one, wishes to become two
A unity of opinions, and feelings
And joys, and disasters, to misconstrue

And why, when there are tears of joy?
There are also tears so sad?
Two hearts beat as one
In a world gone quite mad

And whilst tears
Trickle down the faces, of the discontent
How can these self-same tears
When happy, trickle for a love content?

What is love?
Slow waters, run deep
What is love?
When one is asleep?

What is love?
When one veers from the norm
What is love?
When one has to conform?

                              4

What is a rebel, without a cause?
What is a picture, without a frame?
What is a saddle, without a horse?
What is sane, without insane?

What is a bird, without any wings?
What is a song, without any rhyme?
What is a rhyme, without any words
Like a clock, without any time

Life is so idiosyncratic, and strange
And far, far to short
Lost, and wasted, youth, and innocence
Lost in time, no time to abort

What is love, is it as long as life?
Or as short as death?
Or as long as romance?
Or as short, as a shortness of breath?

What is love?
Love can be a mutuality of feeling,an emotional zoo
Love can be an unrequited passion
Ecstatic, erratic, and beautiful too

Love can be a war, without weapons
Or marriage, without divorce
Or like a life, without death
What is love?
Love is love, of course!

by Jemia

Grassy leaves shimmering, in a cool Spring breeze
Sunlight attempting, to break through swollen clouds
Mother nature cries, at mankind's destructive disease
And hides, beneath her ragged shrouds

There is nothing now, but barren earth
Where flowers, once did bloom
Now for nature, there is no longer fresh birth
Just a saddening, desperate doom

So far, this is a nightmarish dream
With the forlorn hope, it never comes true
I love the sunlight beam;
The flowers, the trees, the birds, and the bees
As i wish, we all would too

by Jemia

When i look
To the mess
Of my flat
I cannot help
That
In some way
It reflects
The state
Of the planet
And that
No matter
How much i do
It will never
Be quite the same
As it once was
Unfortunately
That if a cloud
Ever had
A silver lining
It was probably
Caused by
Pollution

by Jemia

The    Air that we breathe
The    Water that we drink
The     Food that we eat
These United
The     Lifeblood of our survival
They need to stay connected
One missing link
And the game is over
For humanity
And mother Earth
We are all mere strands
In the web of life
Break the strands
That nature provides
Then, when
The ecosystem collapses
Under the weight
Of our demands
And abuse
And greed
Then we all die
We all know what happens
When a house of cards
Collapses

by Jemia

A myriad of pleasures
Lost in deep infinities
Tranquil images, so pure
And so pretentiously fine
Reality beckons
To slap me in the face
Am i crazed?
Or merely disillusioned?
Comprehension, so elusive
Vanity, sanity
They're all the same
In life's sadly muddling little game
Cressida's crescent
Ever so pleasant
Life is never what it seems
Outward realities
And complicated dreams

by Jemia

Perhaps
One day
I'll be found
Lying on my bed
With pen in hand
Having just written
And created
A tapestry
Of beautiful verse.......

by Jemia

They say that if Wales, was carefully flattened out
It would be larger than England, without any doubt
And though its larger populace, is of ovine descent
The people are strong as oxen, from lady to gent

Their voices ring out, in harmonious accord
Of music so sweet, which is worldly adored
The harpists of Wales, accompany this sweet song
Whilst the harpies(1) of England, string them along

Now i am an Englishwoman, and have learn't one good thing
From history books, and Welsh folk, whom smile as they sing
That they are a people, both hardy, and true
Their freedom from Parliamentary bias, is long overdue

For centuries the Welsh, have been wanting reform
Whilst Parliament ignores them, and kicks up a storm
My message is simple, and straight to the fore
There is little reason for England, to rule anymore

To deny the Welsh their language, far older than our tongue
Is ignorance to the extreme, and terribly wrong
They should be free to decide, from now on, for themselves
Yet their demands remain cobwebbed, on Parliamentary shelves

I can only apologise, as i hang my head in shame
That the Welsh have been victims, of a political game
It is surely time to change things, as the millennium nears its end
That Wales should be independent, with England, as a close
                                                               and loyal friend

by Jemia

Looking for something
That you've already found
Blinded by realities, bitter-sweet taste
Skirting around the edges
But wary of the depth
You're loath, to venture in
A castaway, forever beached
A thought lost in infinities
Vast myriads of confusion
Pure, yet unrefined
Lost innocence
Abandoned, on the seas of doubt
That flood, reluctant thoughts
A moment to ponder.....

by Jemia

The valleys, and hills
And a clear sky-blue lake
Floating marshmallow clouds
Leave the sunshine, in their wake
The trees whistling, in silent winds
Branch out, to greet the sun
The valleys, covered in rich lavender
The birds whistle, at beauty so fine
Dew hangs lazily, on moistened leaves
Glistening, in the early morning sun
From caterpillar, to butterfly
Beautiful wings, soon decorate the sky
Spring has arrived
No longer the frosted earth
And chilling winds
Just the beautiful tranquillity
Of nature's rebirth

by Jemia