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

A rambling brook
Water trickling
Over smooth pebbles
Flickers of sunlight
Caught in the splashes
Appear like delicate Sprites
Swimming gently
Tails silvery
Droplets riding
On the backs
Of dragonflies
Shimmering
In the flickering sunlight
Reflections on water
An overhanging Willow
Weeps with dewdrops
It's leaves
Tickling the water below
As its' shadows
Dance on the surface
Accompanied by an Aeolian Harp
A gently enticing Muse
Enchanted
Adds to the peace
And beautiful tranquility
As my mind
Is left dreamy
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

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

He tells his lies
And plays his tricks
The world is now
Like a game of Risk

by Jemia

He fell on the Fell
As he fell over, falling on the Fell
His fellow Fell walker
Also fell on the Fell
These two fellas fell over
Falling on the Fell
They feel the Fell
Made them fall
Such foolish falling
Fell walking fellers they were

by Jemia

Watching the pole vault
Reminded me
That i once tried
A pole vault
Shortly before
She returned
To Poland
Not like my attempt
At tap dancing
Where i fell off
The sink

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

On the surface, bouncing, skimming stones
Where tails of Mermaids, splashed, in myriad tones
Beneath, where lay the drifting bones
Of the locker, of the fabled Davy Jones
Lured by the Sirens, succulently seductive, drones
Now lie beside, Poseidon's gilded, hallowed throne
by Jemia

Flowing by the wetlands of Arundel
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by

Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed

Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go

Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of its' long history
Along with Arundel Castle founded in 1067
Chalk downs rise on either side, but no mystery

At Amberley Church, by Arundels' castle walls
Ghostly sitings of a girl, with golden ringlets in her hair
Hungry Seals sometimes ventured up river
In times long past, mistakenly thinking Mermaids were there!

In the Middle-Ages, the river was known as
River of Arundel, The Arundel River, or The High Stream of Arundel, to confuse
By 1577, the first use of it's modern name was recorded
Although the other names were still often in use

The Rother, The Chilt, and Upper Arun
Tri in Roman, the three tributaries
Although Trisanto, when roughly translated
Could also mean 'one who goes across', perhaps the rivers three

Arundel for many years, served as a port
Ships docking at the Town Quay, formerly Mayors Quay
From the 13th century, coastal and cross channel trading vessels
Also passengers, Catholic priests, and soldiers, were carried across the sea

Yet by the 1840's, use of the river declined
Due to changes in coastal shipping, and the use of railway lines
By the mid 1850's, barges were replaced by coasters
And by 1886, most river traffic, was on the decline

The River Arun has seen much history
all 37 miles of it, from source to the sea
As it rises from a series of Ghylis, or Gills
All part of it'' profound majesty

It's Spring Tides, twice every Lunar month
Allowed larger vessels to venture along her waters
Some built at the Nineveh Shipyard
Such as Hoys, and Sailing Barges, becoming the Aruns' daughters

The River Arun, feeds ancient woodlands
And reedbeds, where dwell Water Voles, Kingfishers, the rare Nene Goose
Along with Bewick Swans, in the cold winter months
Where the yellow, and black, Common Club-Tailed Dragonflies, fly loose

The fast flowing Arun, second fastest in the United Kingdom
The Trespassers waters, has aided humans, and nature throughout
The Arun never crossed borders out of Sussex
And is one of the countries finest rivers, without a doubt
by Jemia

Susserrating woodland
Agitated birdsong
Chainsaws
A psithurism
Bleeding wood
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

The Earth sighs
At an unwritten silence
As the sun
Is eclipsed
Shadows fall
During a momentary moment
Of the false twilight
Nature stands still
Creatures fall silent
As if struck mute
At this strange eerie magic
And for a few minutes
Appear frozen
Like statues
Whilst the whole of humanity
Watches in awe
As the sun
Is now caught in the shade
Apart from a circle
Of golden light
Around the jet black ball
Of the moon
The twilight gradually evaporates
Under the looming
Crescent sun
Which grows
As it returns
From its dark sojourn
And once more
Casts its golden light
Upon this fading
Green Earth

by Jemia

Neither perturbed
Or disturbed
As the fallow, shallow Earth
Quakes
As it ponders
On the mistakes
Of those that talk
But do not act
They do not hear
They do not listen
They've lost
All sense
Of their senses
The mad moon
Glistens
On poisoned seas
As the earth
Becomes more diseased
Inadequate promises
Are like sticking plasters
For broken legs
The calm before......?

by Jemia

With Regards Bucket Lists

Do them!
Do them
Now!
Don't wait
Life is
Short
So was
Tom Thumb!

by Jemia

by Jemia

I have to declare
It wouldn't be fair
To share
My despair
As my tears
Well up
And roll down
Onto my long
And now bedraggled
Flowing hair
Like knotted
Ringlets of rivers
My heart, and soul
Could explode
And implode
All at once
And all that would remain
Would be
A small mushroom cloud
Leaking
Tears
And
Doubt

by Jemia

The fine end
Of a needle
That pierces through
The soft fabric
As it pulls
the cotton through
Marrying materials
Often of a different hue
Each stitch
Gently woven
The silent seams, seem soft
And delicate
Upon the shimmering silk
As patterns flow
Become complete
As the beautiful artistry
Of the artisan
Is never deplete
Like a trickling stream
Which glides
Along the pebbles
Rippling dappling beauty
As a gentle kiss
Upon marshmallow clouds
As a gentle breeze
Soft, and smooth, and delicate
Like melted cheese
Smooth as silk
And as fine
As the woven intricasies
Of freshly woven webs
Dew-bound
The tapestry
Is now complete
As the seamstress
Lays down her needle
Applying
A softening balm
To the blistered fingers
Of an artisan

by Jemia

The seed of self doubt, has reared its complicated head
Tranquil as a red sunset, calm as a storm unmet
Where clouds leak, onto my every doubt

Twilight soon becomes night, the night becomes enchanted
Where fairies once dwelt, on a land made of felt
Time for bed, dreams need to be dream fed

Oh to feel your tender lips, upon my thighs
When true love, once had a name
My heart, bleeds dry

Little atmosphere, but really atmospheric
To all, and sundry's surprise
Quoth I, of I

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

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

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

Today
I entered a frozen portal
To a winter wonderland
And immediately
Felt the cold iciness
As my hands seemed to burn
I wore no gloves
Nor a warm coat
But did have a hat on
As i ventured further
Into the cold
I could see an imprint
Of a frozen unicorn
And also
As though caught mid-flight
Some frozen salmon
My only tool
Was a small ice-pick
Which i used, diligently digging my way
Through the thick pack-ice
I was aware
That i was close to getting frostbite
But carried on regardless
As i could see
I was close to my final destination
Finally
I was there
As i carried out
My last bag of ice
And tipped it into the now
Near full
Kitchen sink!
I think perhaps
In the future
I will defrost my freezers more regularly!

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

COME! Fairies, Pixies, Mermaids, Dragons
Come fly into my room
Come Witches, and beloved cats
Come, come park your dusty broom

Come, keep me company
And help relieve my malaise
Come, bring some song, and laughter
As ive been sad for the last few days

Come Fairies, and dance your dance
Whilst Mermaids pirouette above the spray
Come Dragons, breathe your firey breathe
And burn my doubts away

Come, one, and all
And weave your wonders wild
Come, fill my mind
And release my inner child

by Jemia

The soft whispers
That gently caresses
My willing
Sensuality

Sweet as a soft  serenading zephyr
Emerald leaves Pirouette
Falling gently
On sodden earth

A ponderous pondering
A wondrous wandering
As floating fairies
Dance in circles of delight

A far of world
A distant fancy
A succulence
A hidden desire

The stars wink
But say nothing
Their silent echo
A reverberation
Of past encounters

by Jemia

We had our boat at the ready, we named it LEAF
And were pushing it out, onto the river
Ready then to scramble aboard
It's hard work being an Ant!
by Jemia

Wouldn't it be nice
If, one day
That it wouldn't be
Of any consequence
If you were straight, trans, lesbian, or gay
Or black, brown, pink, or white
No different
Whether you be ambidextrous, or not
Whatever your religion, or politics too
Just a respect
Of others point of view
So rid yourselves of guns
Bombs, or knives
Instead have a love for this planet
For the sake, of our children's life's

by Jemia

Ug ugger ug!
Ug?
Yeah, ug!
Oh ug!
You got it!
Wow!
Don't you just love poetry?
Ug!

by Jemia

Socially awkward
Pride before a fall

Ramblings, whilst rambling
Out of comfort zones call

Not used to company
Tentative inhibitions stall
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

Christmas
Has
Really
Interfered
Substancially
To
My
Altruistic
Se­x

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

The man
With furry ears
Furry nose
And a very furry moustache
Had dreams
Fantasies, no less!
About far off worlds
Boy, meets girl
Drag on
Like a dragon
Meanwhile.....
We
Ner' do wells
Dance with the fairies
In circles of magic
As time
Drifts away
Floating
On thin air
Like dreams
Wandering whispers
Carried along
On the winds of time
And so we drift
Silent as zephyrs
Cool
As melting ice
We are the dead
The nightmares
The screams
That remained
Frozen in terror
Upon
Our blistered lips

by Jemia

Once upon a time
Many years ago
Lived a little girl
Who would only play in snow
She got very cold hands
And very cold feet
And very cold all over
Just walking down the street!
by Jemia 🦋💕

Hidden souls
Inprinted on the wall
Within a dragons den
No smoke
Or fire
Or gold
Just skulls
Now hanging
Empty eyes glare
At life
No longer there

by Jemia

time for bed
dreams need to be dream fed!
as they whirl around inside my head
as squirrels **** like brie
up and down squirrel trees
so many nuts to set them free
Goodnight my nutkin friends
before i am driven round the bend
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

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

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

A rickety, ramshackle abode
Broken windows, bats in the loft
Dusty old spiders webs
Hang like spectres
And an old, now silent grandfather clock
Where time had passed it by
The floorboards creaked
As mice scuttled along
Holes in the roof
Had let the elements in
Recent rainfall
At least
Had washed away
Some of the dust
Yet deep down
An old corridor
Where walls hung empty
A small glow of light
Leaked out
From beneath a door
And the faint sound
Of scratching could be heard
As an old quill
Connected with a yellowing vellum
Words were born
Thrown together
As old India ink
were leaked onto empty pages
Drip drops created small puddles
As if drunken spiders
Had staggered across the pages
There were two sources of light
Within this dusty old chamber
One came from an oil lamp
The other
From glowing coals within the hearth
An icy chill wind
Suddenly swept through the broken leaking windows
Somehow snuffing out
The lamplight
Just at the time
The heart of the old writer
Beat it's last beat
This author of words
Would write no more
The quill
Somehow, and strangely
Carried on writing
Dipping itself
Into the India ink
Somehow empowered
With a curious magic
Its only memories
Had been of flight
And this is what it wrote of
The memories, flooding back
Of soaring skywards
With its host
And the thrill
And wonder
Of floating on the breezes
Feeling the warm currents
Caress its softness
This mother host
Also died
The feather fell free
Then floated along the soft grass
Of a dewy meadow
Was scooped up
By its current host
And taken to its current abode
Where it's tips, were carved into shape
As it was then fed with ink
As it was guided onto the soft white vellum
At first
It had no idea
That these patterns being formed
Were words
But soon
Began to understand
And learn
And feel the thrill
As the writer wrote
With the same excitement
As a bird in flight
Their heartbeats
Not disimilar
The quill
Began to write
With a mind of its own
Of the land, the sea, the sky
And as it wrote
The emotions, and feelings
Of its two hosts
Rippled through its feathered body
As it began to appreciate
The beauty of the seasons
And the music
Of birdsong
And the magic
Of mother nature
And for the first time
It cried
Soft gentle joyous tears
That fell softly
Like a trickling stream
Watering down the India ink
That in turn
Fell onto the soft, now yellowed
And aged vellum
And were soaked up
Into the poetry
Of life
The ink, one day
Dried up
And the feathered quill
Fell into a deep sleep
A peaceful calm repose
As it lay down
Next to the words
Of its life
Now as quiet
As an unwound clock

by Jemia

Plants' minute fungi
Or growth on paper, leather
Tainted flowery words

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

Parting in sorrow
A deluge of tsunamis
Waves are wavering

by Jemia

during this festive season
a friend
surreptitiously
conveyed to me
something of great interest
ive examined this escapee
of a cabinet of curiosity
with great interest
and am contemplating
whether i should
set a match to it
for it also possesses
great artistry
in it's construction
and was so beautifully gift wrapped
it feels sacrificial
but yet again
it's very purpose
is to be sacrificed
and for its burning flame of passion
will surely lighten my imagination
and if i don't
it's purpose
and beauty
will lie wasted
so i struck two flints together
but to no avail
then remembered
i had a box
of fire sticks
aka Cooks household matches
in the kitchen
i put the item
between my willing
and excitable, tingling lips
struck the firestick
as a flare of a frozen dragons breath
rose like an angry volcano
a red glow appeared at the end of this object
and thus, i immediately
felt slightly ******!
what a lovely joint
thank you
my surreptitious friend
their are now clouds
of mystery
exploring my chandelier
as they weave their
gently caressing way
towards the unpainted
but pure ceiling
of my mind!
by  Jemia 💕🦋🦋
i am now
as a butterfly
sweet dreams x

The Dragon viewed her, through deep scarlet eyes. It knew instinctively, she was not after the treasure, so was unsure of her quest. She carried no obvious weapons, nor could he sense any magic from her, so was puzzled why she was risking her life, by entering his cave, for surely she would be aware of his ferocity, and that no-one had ever left his cave alive. he slowly, deliberately, and menacingly, moved around her, examining her features. She was well dressed, clothed in a crimson red velvet, and her lips were of a blood red colour, highlighted by her pale face. He then looked into her eyes. They were a magnificent jaded green, and this colour seemed to swirl around in a cloud, like a brewing storm. The dragon stood, transfixed. Then she spoke, her words were smooth as silk, and her voice was soft and eloquent, " I know your story Dragon, i know your past, and i know of your rage, at the betrayals you suffered, a long, long time ago, now lost in time, and as you have not been seen for hundreds of years, you have become part of mythology. But your rage remains, towards those you once trusted, and that this still eats away at your heart" The Dragon stood frozen to the spot, like a statue. He could not move, he remained transfixed, almost hypnotised, by the swirling jade eyes. The girl began to speak again..."I am here to take away your pain. The world outside, has aged, is now old, and embittered, cruel, and brutal, and i have no desire to be any part of it, for it is being ruined, they are destroying the planet, and themselves. their souls are lost, they are empty inside. They are divorced, from love, and passion, and they not only betray one another, they also betray themselves!" And with this, her eyes turned grey, as a rising tide of sadness overcame her, as silver globuled tears, gently rolled down her cheeks. With that, the Dragon sighed deeply, for he knew, that what this girl had just said, was truth. He bowed down before her, and was about to speak. But at that moment, a very powerful bomb hit the mountain above the cave. both the girl, and the Dragon, were turned to dust.
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

I can sense
The Earth
Groaning
In pain
Eyes now closed
At the blood now shed
Upon her ****** soil
She now quakes
In fear
Of what's to come
As her tears
Flood
While she breathes out
Hurricanes of despair
"These were meant to be
The intelligent ones"
"Yet
I have given life
To these monsters!"
And like Frankenstein
The monsters
Have turned on the giver of life

by Jemia

A doorway to another doorway
Mirrored a myriad of times
Each doorway, leads to another
Like a Russian Doll sublime

A doorway that eventually
Leads to a place you once knew
Like walking in cycles of circles
Doorways to misconstrue

by Jemia

Beneath the full, blood red moon
Grew Duir, the mighty ancient oak
By it's side, stood the vivacious Oestre
Both silhouetted, with the gathering fairy folk

Within the oak, upon its fine boughs
Perched Athena, Minerva, and Hieronymous
Three wise old owls, slowly blinking
Now no longer anonymous

In the distance, across an undulating countryside
Were Reynard the fox, And Muezza the cat
Screeching, and hissing, ready to fight
Under the glowing, moonlit night

Upon hearing the tu-whits, and tu-whoos
Distorted echoes, of estranged owlsong
Distracted, hungry eyes, now focused on the feast
Of the hare, upon the hill, ready to be seized

Oestre the hare, unaware
Spoke to the mighty oak
"Duir, tonight, i sense mischief, and magic"
The oak knew, of what she spoke

Whilst Duir cast an invisible wall
An unseen force-field, for their safe-keeping
Informing the hare, and three owls
"This protection will last, until the moon is sleeping"

Reynard the fox, now lost in the undergrowth
Having outwitted himself, with his own cunning
Muezza the cat, was distracted by the land of Fae
Danced with the fairies, until the break of day

The stars above, winked, but said nothing
As they gradually dimmed, then faded away
Whilst spiders wove their dewy cobwebs
Oestre vanished, into the early morning mists of day

by Jemia

Buttercup Yellow
Undulating flower fields
The golden sun flows

They are poisonous
Eat butter, not buttercups
Reflections on chin

Coins gold purse miser
Upsets Fae folk, who poke purse
Pours out Buttercups

by Jemia