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

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

Susserrating woodland
Agitated birdsong
Chainsaws
A psithurism
Bleeding wood
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

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

by Jemia

I asked my fairies
Seated amongst the pyramids,
Along with, Mermaids, Dragons
And an half empty dusty Absinthe bottle
Why does your candle
Bear no flame?
I am told
That i need a match
But i have no strike
Thence i was left to imagine
Which way its flame
Would flicker
Until i see its true light
Then
Out of the blue
Cascading rainbows of pain
Spiral through me
Accompanied by an orchestra
Of clustered emotions
Like pins
Impaled in my effigy
It's now three in the morning
My eyes feel heavily laden
Demanding a sleep
My brain won't allow
My eyelids eventually cede
And flicker,
Like a dying flame
As i enter
The strange world
Of dreams

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

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

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

The blousy clouds
Burst
The tears then tumble down
Accompanied by a myriad others
As they fall
Creating puddles, and ponds
Soaking the soil
Drip dropping
Splashing
Silver globules
Jump for joy
As they bounce
Then fall into each others arms
Like long lost lovers
Such intimate embraces
As together, they trickle down hills
Off leaves of trees
An array of journeys
As they all meld together
Like a long lost friends
Soon they are freely flowing
Bleeding along arteries of rivers
Feeding nature
The watery lifeblood
Of this planet
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

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

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 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

With Regards Bucket Lists

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

by Jemia

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

After visiting the lava-tree
I washed my hands with toile-trees
The weather outside, was sort of win-tree
Affording me no pleasan-trees

As my thoughts become arbor-tree
But hear no words of bigo-tree
So studied the elemen-trees
Looking for some asymme-tree

I sat within a conserva-tree
As i pondered on the fores-tree
Wishing to write something complemen-tree
It all became a mys-tree

I thought for a while on trigonome-tree
And the sciences of chemis-tree
Got completely lost in microcircui-tree
So sent myself to Coven-tree

So i'll finish this piece of coque-tree
As dwell upon my ances-tree
As i delve into lost his-tree
Then return again to the lava-tree!

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

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

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

Christmas
Has
Really
Interfered
Substancially
To
My
Altruistic
Se­x

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

Socially awkward
Pride before a fall

Ramblings, whilst rambling
Out of comfort zones call

Not used to company
Tentative inhibitions stall
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lip-Sync
Our soft moistened lips
Brush gently upon each other
Tantalising tingles, teased
And tormented
In raptures of pleasure
We drink each others
Nectar
It drips of our lips
As we gorge, upon the gorgeous
Exquisite sweetness
Savouring the sensual honey
On our eager tongues
Delighting in the succulence
As we feast upon each other
We now oil ourselves
As we writhe around like fish
Our lips then cherish
The most delightful dish
We move face to face
And thus embrace
As our tongues
like snakes
Swirl, and twirl
Around, and around
As we taste
The salty nectar
Of ourselves
The whole world now
Feels captivatingly profound

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

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

by Jemia

A hale, and hearty Wassail
A toasting of toast, a tasty morsel
Soaked in cider of apple
To be hung on trees to grapple
For friendly spirits to please

Anglo-Saxon lords arranged feasts
Like drunken priests
A giant bowl of ale, cider, and mead
With bountiful spices, and crab apple seed
Had a hunch, at a wayward punch

Was hale, and hearty
For revellers to party
Good tidings, for the new year ahead
Oft quaffed, for happy homesteads
Old English reasons, for ***** seasons

And thence to legends, now long gone
Rowena, presented to Prince Vortigen
With a bowl of Saxon wine
Oft derived, of the vine
Saying 'waes hael' toasted him well

Much revelry, a right old shindig
Merrymaking, on an apple twig
Fun, and frolics, and celebrations too
Greeting the new year, and nature anew
Wassailing, waes hael, salutations to you!

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

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

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 🦋💕

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

Giant steps
On the dark side
Luna tics
Velikovsky
Worlds collide
Moonlight shadows
Moon cheese
Lunacy, and crackers
I watched
Just eleven years old
As it happened
The very first man
To leave a footprint
On the surface of the Moon
Mankind since
A step to far
I regularly explore space
When i'm asleep
Space odyssey's
So soon
After the Moon
Feeling like
I was no longer cocooned
On planet Earth
But for now
The quiet seduction
Of an alien abduction
Lies only in my dreams
Where within a wilder space
Screams, remain unheard
Moon walking
Second step
For a Buzz

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

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

by Jemia

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 🦋💕😏

Words
Floating around
Inside my cider
Mirrored reflections
To quaff
A berry haze
Of memories
Distorted echoes
Like runic symbols
Coated in a pale blood
Indistinct
Chaotic
Beautifully mesmorised
And as sublime
As time

by Jemia