A Strange Tale, And An Even Stranger Tail
(although curiously, there are no tales of tails?)
in a land
far far far away
lived a little tiny, incey wincey
hoojamawatchamacallitthingamybob
that spent all day
prancing
to scared of heights
to climb trees
and burrowing down holes
gave him the heebeejeebees
and when out walking in rough grass
worried about tripping over clods and such like
he couldn't swim, or paddle
so was scared of the sea
even though he lived inland
he refused to fly
even though he had wings
as was terrified of heights for this as well
but despite this
he was proclaimed leader
no votes were cast, or necessary
he became prime minister, and king
he passed no laws
he held no council
and no-one ever opposed him
largely because
he was the only inhabitant of this distant isle
he eventually died
as he ran out of grass to graze
and on that sad day
the hoojamawatchamacallitthingamybob species
expired, became extinct, and was no more
i know about him, as i was told by his ageing parrot
betwixt utterings of "pieces of eight!"
and "who's a pretty polly then?"
and "*******!"
i left the old bird to it
and sailed the seven seas
so i could now recount this tale
i am thankfully receiving counselling for this episode in my life
as i kept awakening in the night screaming
"who's a pretty polly then!"
and jumping off my perch!
by Jemia (who has undoubtedly fallen off her perch!) 😏🦄🦋🙃

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

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

My need
For mead
Will succeed
After ive peed,
Hasn't helped my poetry much though!
Indeed!

The truth
One day
Decided
To venture
Into the mind
Of a passing cat
And gave it a voice
It's owner
Picked up the cat
To stroke it
The cat spoke
And asked her owner
To pick her up more gently
And asked her to imagine
How would she of felt
If she had been picked up
In a similar fashion?
The owner, taking fright
Immediately ran from her house
Screaming
For she thought
She had gone mad
So now the truth
Had a problem
And realised
That despite it's good intentions
That although the cat
Had spoken a truth
It wasn't that truth
That had caused the problem
The cat owner
Loved her cat deeply
And didn't, or couldn't
Envisage the cat
Speaking to her
She would not of minded
In the least bit
To be told to be more gentle
As she would never of deliberately
Hurt her beloved cat
In any way
That was a truth
She would of readily accepted.
She screamed
As she thought she had gone
Mad
And within that madness
Was also a hidden guilt
And realisation
That she had
Unintentionally
Harmed her beloved cat
The truth itself
Was mortified
At the damage it had done
And now wished
It had conveyed the truth
In another
More subtle way
And one thing it didn't want
Was to cause harm
But realised that it
The truth
Sometimes hurts
And that it would of been better
To let things lie

by Jemia

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

I kissed her as gently
As the beating wings of a dragonfly
Brushing against the breeze
Like a whisper

I kissed her as gently
As a whisper
Brushing her lips
With my flickering tongue

I kissed her as gently
As a flickering candle
Caught in the breezes
Of secret whispers

by Jemia

When digging a hole
For yourself
Make sure
You don't fall in
As it may turn out
To be a wormhole
And all that there is
At the end of those
Is usually a can of worms
As we know
What happens
When you open that up
It's like cold spaghetti

by Jemia

The tree now stood naked
Upon the hill
It's emerald green
Suffered under the Autumn chill
The rustic hues
And cooling colours
Greying skies
With darkening pallor's  

by Jemia

The Yellow, and Black Club-Tailed Dragonfly
Hovers above the Trespasser, nee Ptolemys' Trisantonis
Flirting briefly with the fast flowing river
Then quick as a streak of lightning
Flutters off, to linger above the reed-beds
As it pirouettes daintily upon the breeze
Its' reflective vibrancy, silhouetted on the Wetlands
With the appearance, from a short distance
An ethereal fancy, of a fluttering fairy
Or an obscure looking Wasp, or Hornet
Natures way, a sense of curious attraction
Supplying a Dragon, over the River Arun
Equipped with a club, now at arms
Defending the castle, with all its charms
by Jemia

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

It's a full moon
What do i expect
I have no idea
Life seems like an illusion
As it sways
And twists
And turns
And sometimes burns
Has its moments
Of beauty
And the beast
Of morsels
And a feast
Of love  
And passion
Of likes
Of a fashion
But ultimately
All anyone can hope for
Or really
Truly
Desire
Is love
by Jemia

Tonight
I heard a song
That kissed
The night sky
And left me
With the desire
To fly
So i flapped my arms
And crossed
The moonlit seas
Like an echo
Sailing on the breeze

by Jemia

Dark Daffodils
An array of daffodils
Like yellow trumpets
Heralding new beginnings
Or ends
Heads bobbing, and swaying
Like armies
Marching
Like a sea
Of yellow ectoplasm
Gungy slime
Beautifully unattractive
Like a black sublime
Self loving
Self loathing
Dark pools
Mirrors Narcissus
Ripples of dark water
An undercurrent
Of grimacing sprites
One daffodil peers in
And is soon drowned
Lost in it's own self beauty
It's poisonous blood
Lies exposed
As dead fish float
Eyes staring upwards
Into an empty void
Through the flotsam
Of dead yellow

by Jemia

My flat lies dormant
Yet full of a multitude
Of expectations
For a myriad
Of possibilities
A cluttering gathers
Yet remains inane
For some as yet
Has an unknown purpose
Each item
Is awaiting it's own birth
Whereupon
The realization
Of each's meaning
Will be revealed
This includes myself
An unknown
Unstoppable force
Awaiting my encounter
With an immovable object
When the two unite
It will be love
I await in anticipation
Of wishing for something
That deep down
I know
That i am now destined
To remain amongst the clutter
Of the what
Might have beens

by Jemia

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

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

Dipping my toes
Into the deep waters
Of destiny
by Jemia

Ive got books of spells
And witchcraft, and of Tarot
And a witchy puppet on a string
All i need is a ******* cat
And a witches hat
Eye of newt
And wing of bat
A large cauldron
A mad cackling laugh
And that kind of lock down thing!
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

I found the letter W
Lying upon the floor
I thought hoW?, or Why?
Or What? could it be used for

I Wondered hoW it had got there
Or Who, or When it occurred
Then i realised it Was from my scrabble set
And that i Was short of another Word

Well i never thought i
What Words there might of been
MeoW choW hoW noW broWn coW
And some potentially obscene

And Why Was it called a W
tWo U's joined together with ease
In Which case the letter D
Could be a joining of an I , and a backWard C

And Why Y, Was like a three quarter X
And Z, is like a sleeping N
And F Was like a broken E
Depending on higher, and loWer case and then

So i gave up With this confusion
This mystery Was not for me
I returned the W to the scrabble set
Then sailed the 7 C's

by Jemia

A beautiful sky
Just after the setting sun
Reds, and blues, and violet greys
I saw a dragon
Breathing fire
Soaring into the horizon
Into a twilight world
That i now inhabited
And realised suddenly
That i was seeing myself
Reflections on a river below
My eyes were an shimmering emerald green
As specks of scarlet red
Flickered, as i blinked
As i raged, and roared
Upon the firey scene below
I could feel the hot coals
Yearning, and burning
Within my throat
As my acrid, acid tongue
Lashed out again
With a venting rage
As i ignited
Another stream of burning flames
At a cruel, and angry world below
Then there was only smoke
As my bitter vengeance
Had breathed it's last breath
Nature would now be saved
From the monstrous beasts
That had savaged
And ravaged its body
Biting the caring hand
That had borne it life
This inhuman, inhumane, inhumanity
I lit a candle
And watched with sadness
As its flame died
Drowned in its own waxen lifeblood
And cried

by Jemia

i remember
back in North Wales
after reading Blackberry Wine
and telling a local woman
who went off
and made some
and me and my family
were duly invited
along with some other neighbours
to her house on a hill
wherein i quaffed
a goodly quantity of home made Blackberry Wine
and sat down heavily
upon a stone wall
and badly bruised my
(need a dictionary for this)
Coccyx
otherwise known as the
Monkeys Tail
ironic
as i was born in the year of the Monkey
that's how sore, and uncomfortable
i feel now
what a ******.....
by Jemia

The Pirates Of Perchance
No peaches on the beaches
After much ale quaffed
Just dregs, and remains of pirates
And a man wandering round with a cough

Tis the summer season to be jolly, careful
As some will be careless, and carefree
Disturbed by a madman walking around
Shouting "**** the chinese, can you not see?"

So as the world becomes more disturbingly dystopean
And politics, and politicians become seemingly shy
Unable to face stark realities
As restrictions are eased, this day 19th July

by Jemia

In 2019
People were known
To cough
To mask
Breaking wind
In 2020
People were known
To break wind
To mask a cough


by Jemia

Setting so serene
Crafts, clear creative cobwebs
Relaxing rummages

Idyllic setting
Perfect inspiration blooms
Time to write, create

Art in the park, life
Refresh old skills, start anew
Time to now blossom

by Jemia

Why would i want
To look outside?
At the bleak grey
Dreary day
On a wet, and rainy Saturday
So i keep my roller blind
Down
And thus hope
I do not drown
Within the isolation
Of my boudoir
Where-in
Lies a myriad of colours
Of objects d'art
And a multitude
of
Ethereal beings
Each frozen in a moment
Wings a flutter
Or ready to fly
To carry me off
To their worlds of fancy
In the distant emerald sky
I have witches, and dragons
And mermaids too
Unicorns, and tall-tailed cats
Herds of elephants, and a hullabaloo
And a glass dolphin
On the crest of a wave
And a large metal snail
Looking ever so brave!
Pictures galore, adorn my wlls
Along with scribblings, and a meandering of memories
I love them all, mostly...
Old fashioned cameras
No longer in use
I take photo's of
And wonder of what they saw.
Also dusty brass lanterns
And books, some over 200 years old
And a disconnected radiator
To keep out the cold
But that's another story, never to unfold
Sentimental cards, hanging from the ceiling
Supported by a piece of string
And that kind of thing
A pewter teapot 150 years old
Pewter sugar shakers, and measures
Of histories untold
So why would i want to venture out?
Where the clouds leak onto my every doubt
Why face the silver globules from the sky
When i can remain indoors, in the warm, and dry
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

Deep into the distant past
A curious story was quietly cast
About a city lost under the sea
Hence Atlantis was born into mythology

And that peoples resided there-in
Breathing bubbles, with mermaid like fins
So a mystery came to be
Of a civilization, 'neath the sea

For hundreds of years, and more
Many have searched the depths of it's folk-lore
Yet so far, no evidence has yet been found
Of this mysterious city, sat upon a watery ground

by Jemia

On my way
To another watering hole
Last sunday
I met a man
In disarray
Now homeless
And nowhere to stay
And in a gliche
His name was Mitch
He was ten years younger
But not in hunger
But homeless
Nonetheless
I was tempted
To give my address
He thanked me for the chat
And that
Was the end of that
I know that today
He was going to the council
Looking for somewhere to stay
He said he had nothing to lose
With a sleeping bag
And a bottle of *****

by Jemia

I placed all my eggs
Within one solitary basket
And noticed, not the hole
Nor the trail
Of broken dreams
In my wake
I shall return
To my shell
And try not to make
The same mistake
by Jemia

If you go down
To the Bluebell woods today
You'll hardly believe your eyes
If you go down
To the Bluebell woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
For Jemia
The readily bare bear
Who loves her honey mead
And copper red hair
Today's the day
That ready bares
Love a piquenic!

by Jemia

I aspire to be an eagle
But glad i'm not the snake
And settle for stinging myself
As i lie here wide awake

The snakes are sly, and slippery
Whilst the eagles soar high above
The scorpio scorpion that i am
Dreams of an intensive love

by Jemia

I once worked for a woman
Called Joy
I was her
"Advertising Manager!!!"
She kept bouncing (boing!)
My pay cheques
(like yoyo's)
There was little joy in that
Her ironic surname
Purslow
She had a slow purse....

by Jemia

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

The Weeping Willow
Uproots and stalks travellers
Folklore from England

There's a monster rising
From the depths
Of the deep blue sea
It's made of plastic
Can you see?
by Jemia

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

Climate change
The ****
Is really starting
To hit the fan
Floods, and fires
Global warming
And lack of necessary response
All of this
In the misty midst
Of a Global pandemic
"I know"
Say a few multi-billionaires
"Lets spend billions of dollars/pounds
And have ten minutes in space!"
Out of this world.....
by Jemia

i saw a pregnant goldfish once,
or maybe it was overfed,
but when i checked next morning,
it had grown another head....
by Jemia

I slowly drift off, and fade away
From another world, to another day
Where the sun is purple
And the sand is blue
Where the sea is yellow
And life is of a different hue
Where trees have voices
Of a variety of different dialects
A violet apple whispers in my ear
Indigo pears, sing surreal songs of sweet seduction
Accompanied by a curious choir of cherry blossoms
As this strange tapestry of a world, swallows my mind
Orange rain, falls from crimson red clouds
A black backward flying butterfly, flutters bye
Landing slowly, on a floating carpet of florescent flowers
Wings, pulsating like a gentle heartbeat
I glance to my now, ebony white translucent hands
As they slowly turn to a multi-colour dust
As i become a part of this colourful collage
A sublime surreal destiny swallows me up
Like a succulent peach,
i am no more, than nectar
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

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

Tis true
My rear
Doth hurt
Through, and through
The pain
In my derriere
Seems so so unfair
But soft
And tender care
As i limp around
Like a wounded dragon
My flame
Long ago
Snuffed out
Without a sniff
It would seem
It's all about
There's no doubt
Sniffs, ifs, and butts....

by Jemia

March, seems to be
For marching
March is now mar-red
March has an arch
For those that marched
That now lay dead
And in the arch of March
Lies an arc
That blazes
Into the night sky
The fire from rockets
Soaring high
Landing on those
About to die
March was once known
For Ides, and boxing hares
Seems it can be a violent month
March is losing its charm
For those that really care

by Jemia

it's that time of night,
when there is almost a complete silence,
other than the screeches of foxes,
or the occasional cat fight,
and the clanking whirring of my ancient laptop,
which was forged at the beginning of time,
surprised
it hasn't got a starting handle
to crank it up,
it's original owner was a vicar
(which i mentioned before, and joked
that the 3 most worn letters were DOG!)
! think i may need a cranking handle for myself one day
(not a euphemism,
nor a euphonium
come to that,
although an euphemism
could ultimately lead to euphoria,
whereas an euphonium
will only produce wind!)
methinks time for sleep....
dreet sweams 💕🦄🙂🦋

by Jemia

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

Along the River Rother
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank

Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken

The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia

Funny to think
That i have
Half the abilities
Of an Octopus
I have four limbs
Although i can't swim
Or emit ink
Unless it's from a pen!
And don't move my limbs
In the same way
As an Octopus would
Unless i'm inebriated
Or aroused
Or trying to be theatrical!
Just realised
That i don't really
Have much in common
With an Octopus
After all! :)

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

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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?

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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