500 hundred men
Go off to war
They battled hard
But then no more

500 souls
Were all bled dry
Full of holes
No time to die

Of the 500
There was little left
Just skin, and bones
Their hearts bereft

by Jemia

At 01:09 hrs last night
I dialled 999 in fright
"Ambulance please!"
"I think my heart's about to cease!"
I was dripping with sweat
And felt nausea, and yet
The pain caused by my Ciatica
As savage as a savage cur
The painkillers were to blame
As suddenly i felt lame
The ambulance came an hour later
It snapped me up like a yellow alligator
The heroes within, were at their very best
Took me to the hospital for further tests
The staff within were friendly, and kind
Which alleviated my fears, for peace of mind
After 6 hours, and checking my bloods
My feelings of relief, came with a flood
And before i knew it, i was on my way back
Needing the sleep, i seriously lacked
So here i am, lying in my bed
Feeling grateful, with my exhausted head
Apart from the cramp in my left foot
And the dreaded ciatica painfully put
All i want, is to sleep a few hours
And thank everyone, and say it with flowers
Roses, posies, daffodils, and more
Tulips, and daisy chains, and butterflies galore
Thank you, you know who you are
Lots of love to you all, thank you, and ta!

by Jemia

Don't call us
We'll call you
Seems to be trending
Nothing to misconstrue

I quickly take a hint
If no-one wants to know
So i stop all contact
And quite simply go

I don't gate crash parties
Or that kind of thing
If i was in a choir
Then i simply wouldn't sing

I hear nothing from my siblings
And now my daughter too
My only release, is to write it down
What else can i do?

I've oft asked questions
Of the wherefores, and the why
But never get the answers
So left in the dark to cry

I grieve for living relatives
And the parents who have died
But still don't have the answers
Of these i'll be denied

One day i may be contacted
But i hold out little hope
So i carry on in isolation
As a distant Isotrope

I had put all my hopes, and dreams
Into a basket full of holes, so it seems
Fallen eggshells, lay scattered
As dreams were soon shattered

I patched the basket up, ready for its quest
Filled it with eggs, from a myriad of nests
And avoided stepping, onto broken eggshells
As i  moved forward, dancing over bluebells

I walked amongst the beautiful trees
My hair flowing gently, in a warming breeze
as a susseration, of stirring leaves
Embraced my heart, that no longer grieves

The sun, knowingly shone
Sensing my emotions, of things, now gone
As a myriad trees, gave me a warming embrace
They lifted my soul, towards an ethereal place

As a soft murmuring, of wind-swept flowers
A sweetening of time, amidst sweet bowers
A natural tapestry, of butterfly wings
with beautiful birdsong, and fluttering wings

by Jemia

It seemed to breathe
Like a silent ******
A quiver
Of exquisite delight
Shaking with anticipation
My taste buds
Teased, and tantalised
Become alive
With the rich succulence
Smooth, as silk
Delightfully textured
As my tongue
Indulges in the pleasure
Licking lips
Indulgence
I do love chocolate

by Jemia

Before me lay a gilted silver box
With an engraving of a tiny red fox
And within this box, lay five others
Memories of childhood, and my mother
There was a small baby tooth
And a wish for the honest truth
A tiny little cuddly ted
And curiously lay a broken dolls head
Lastly lay a secret dream
Of a world, of strawberries, and cream
by Jemia

Absinthe kisses dwell
Sweet lips bliss
Tingle with desire!

Once test is picked up
I'll be waiting to see
If iv'e passed
And thus been accepted
Into the Academy
Of the incurable
And the ******

On the radio
Earlier today
They mentioned
Or so they say
About a fifteenth century Carol
Now long gone bye
That's still around
And would not die
I thought "Oh wow"
(Be i so bold?)
"She's really old!"

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

My mind floats
Surfing
Along the flash tides
Of my memories
That jingle
On the shingle
The ebb
And flow
Silent echoes
Of the ghosts
Of another lifetime
That now feels
Like a newly forgotten dream
But then
The sudden realisation
That within these dreams
I am no longer
The person i once was
I am now this new entity
That i awaken to
Every day
And to be
Truly me
All i need
Are my fairy wings
So i can drift off
Into the twilight night
Of an as yet invisible
Alternative existence
In search
Of new memories

by Jemia

As i lie
On the periphery
Of surrealism
Sleep beckons me
My eyelids
Like hoods
Grow heavy
As i metaphorically
Buckle myself up
Ready
For my next journey
Into unknown worlds
Falling into portholes
Floating into empty space
As my brain
Short circuits
Into another dimension
And sparks into
Another version
Of another me
Although most of my travels
Are nightmarish
Tis a funny thing
That ive kissed
About six women
In six years
Whilst in dreamworld
But only one
In that same time
In real life
I wonder id we dream
When we die?

by Jemia

The room
Remained empty
And the only option available
Was a mirror
Hanging broken
From a wall
But she didn't want
The stark truth of that
She didn't want that at all

by Jemia

I sometimes feel
That i am a tragedy
Awaiting to become
A greater tragedy
Of what
I already am
But not
Tragic enough
To inspire
The likes of Shakespeare
Swoons
Then exits stage
Of an empty ramshackle theatre
Apart from a sweet old lady
Knitting
Lost in her own thoughts
And reverie
The stage
Is no longer
Set
As the dust
Remains
Undisturbed
The stage needs a sweep
Not a swoon....
by Jemia

Can't stop thinking
Of poetical things
Like an addiction, in a dictionary
That sometimes sings
Thinking of using a pseudonym
As a her, no hymn
As i join poet's anonymous
Anonymously
Love irony
Not ironing
As i iron out
Adversity
Is a CRHYME
A criminal rhyme?

by Jemia

My Pixie friend
Was a rather plump little chap
Also had a bald patch
Which he hid beneath his cap

He was fluent in many languages
And could tell a good tale, or two
About his curious life in fairyland
And of his sojourn in London zoo

He road on the backs of Robins
As he had no wings to fly
Had had many a chat with fairies
As he gazed at the moon, up high

His name was Happy Horatio
He liked smiling like a clown
And told jokes, and played pranks
I never saw him frown

He loved to dance to music
And would dance the night away
Whilst quaffing mead aplenty
In the magical land of Fae

One day i asked Horatio
Where did his life begin
He said he remembers nothing
Other than once he was rather thin

But then he developed an appetite
For trifle, and chocolate sauce
Followed by strawberry jam, and spongecake
But got to heavy for his horse

I was sure he was much to small
To ride on a horses back
He told me it was a Shetland Pony
And that he simply had the knack

As he was able to talk in horse tongue
And asked it which way to go
His horse was a very good friend
But puzzled as it never seemed to grow

He then packed up his silken bags
Then slowly, and silently mooched around
"Ive got to now leave", said he
"Ive been summoned back to the underground"

So no more yackety yack
He smiled as he bid me farewell
"I'm returning to the land of Fae"
"Where i live in a dingly dell"

by Jemia

A flattering butterfly
Fluttered close on by
Asked me, as it flapped, and flew
"Where are your wings?"
"I wish i knew!"
"But when they grow
I'll let you know"
"And we can fly together
Over the meadows so"

by Jemia

Such a complicated seed
When given some free ****
Tobacco, and papers, i had to buy
The cost of this caper, made me cry
A free gift
Gave me short shrift
Just under fourteen pounds
Perhaps i'll discover
A new profound
Oh look, a Monkey Puzzle tree
Little titters
And a he he he!

by Jemia

Passing Clouds Of Fantasy
Rise from the Briar bowl
And scamper along the ceiling
Then disperse
Like a Hamadryad
On a dying tree
The soft cumulus, without
Begins to weep
Solitary droplets
Splattering on the rooftops
As a rainbow
Arches over the distant horizon
The sky clears
Whilst the cool Autumn sun
Shrinks with the cold
As light turns to twilight
As the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees, stretch, and yawn
In anticipation
Of the coming winter cold
Soon after the sun has set
Birdsong
Is silenced
By the hooting of an owl
And a variety of screeches
From creatures that prowl
The night becomes enchanted
And possessed of a curious mystique
Mesmerised by this sight
As the fairies of the night
Cast their magic
Quite unique

by Jemia

When there is no longer joy
And nothing to fill the hollow void
Or the deep emptiness
Of the abyss
Faltering existence
A poetic heart
Broken dreams
And crushed realities
Shattered like glass
An emptiness pervades
The infinity of despair
Then there is nothing
No farewell serenade
To comfort
Then comes the aftermath
A multitude
Of driven beckoning sorrows
Of guilt
Of sadness
Of despair
Of loss, complete loss
A deep grieving
And helplessness
To late to cure
Until the final act
Has already passed
And its echoes
Like an incurable disease
Proffers no solution
Other than to follow
In the footsteps
Of the ******
Fin
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

My emotions
Are sometimes mirrored
By the weather
A deep dull grey mist
Has taken away my view
Other than the occasional glimmer
Of grey, and white flecks
As a choir of screaming seagulls
Come flying through the mist
As though entering this world
Through an obscure portal
Chased by invisible shadows
Borne from an unknown twilight world
The seagulls then
Re-enter the mist
swallowed whole
By the grey dankness
That hangs
Like a shroud
The silence returns
As i am alone with
A  white noise
And a numbing echo
Lost in an obscure limbo
I light a candle
Staring at the weaving flame
Possessed  by its hypnotic incandescence
Then ***** it out
As it reminds me
Of my wistful heart
And that i am alone
I venture out
Into the grey mist
And lose myself
In its mystery

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

"God, and Godyssey!!"
"Stop fighting!!!"
"We're just about to land."
"Yes mother" said the twins
The mother turned to her partner
"They're just excited, they've never holidayed in Hell before"
"Just hope they use plenty of Factor 80" said the mothers' girlfriend Harlot
"It'll be good for them to see their father again" said Jessabelle
"Have you heard from ol' Nick lately?"
"No, he's been busy working in the Pits"
"And keeps complaining about this '**** nation'"
"Well, it does seem to be a bit of a hotspot!" said Harlot
"Right kiddo's, any misbehaving, and you'll go straight to Earth!!!!"
"Got it!"
"Yes mum. You know we don't believe in Earth" said God
"That's not the point. you misbehave..."
"And i'll make it seem like Earth, on Hell!!!"
The hovercraft landed......
by Jemia

A HOLIDAY ROMANCE
If there was but time
I could admire you for an eternity
You are like a flame
That will always flicker in my heart
Caught in the breezes
Of my every breath
As your sweet and gentle lips
Awaken my soul
I will always remember you

Currently coughing
Something in my throat
Could be a hairy Hare
Or maybe ive swallowed a goat!

by Jemia

I once
Knew a girl
Called
Siv
I asked
If she wanted
To play
She replied
"Yes please!"
"Thank you,
"S'il vous plait
Thankfully
She was
Merciful

by Jemia

Cool sunshine, over an icy disguise
As a pastel blue, fills cloudless skies
But soon a wind, brought about a change
As a quiet landscape, turned to strange

A lone idling tree, hung naked upon a hill
As its emerald life, shuddered in the chill
The deep rustic hues, now fading colours
Silver-grey skies, with sickening pallors

Slowly awakening, after the sun set
As the skies turned dark, with the night now met
A gradual opening, of bloodshot eyes
Windows to a soul, that slowly dies

Red hot tears, streaked down her face
Her children had been, her only disgrace
Their Obsidian hearts, hard, and cold
The reason why, she would never grow old

From the time, that she first gave birth
Was the first nail in the coffin, of mother Earth
Humanity had poisoned, the three main trinities
Of the earth, the skies, and the seas, for infinity

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

There was a young lady of Hastings
Who tried some artistic pastings
It went all askew
When she got covered in glue
That stuck up lady of Hastings
by Jemia

I know little to ease
On names of trees
Nor much on a variety of flowers
But whenever i wander through
Alexandra Park, so true
I am lost in it's beauty, for hours

An artists full palette
A tapestry of colours set
With a myriad of beautiful hues
The birds, and the bees
And the broad slender trees
And the sky, is an azure blue

This beautiful park light
Is a wonderful sight
I could wander, and dream for hours
With my butterfly wings
And an heart, that now sings
Whilst admiring the colourful flowers

As the moonlight shines bright
On this now, ethereal sight
With softly , silhouetted trees
I could skip through the park
What a wonderful lark
As an aeolian song, purrs in the breeze

by Jemia

I walked to my red post box yesterday
The weather was cool, and breezy
The sky was a soft grey
Looked like it would stay that way

It felt similar to the Spring
Although, without the warmth
The birdsong was toned down
And there wasn't many people around

The trees were still cold, and bare
Yet fresh saplings had been recently planted
Young buds already coming through
New young life, to look forward to

Yet there was a silence
An emptiness of hidden ghosts
Safely confined,within their home
The cool moist outside, no place to roam

I watched a film, War Of The Worlds
The Aliens, finally destroyed by a virus
Seemed an ironic hero, to save the human race
Obviously no vaccines available, in outer space

by Jemia

"Wherefore art though?"
I have no idea
I'm guessing
We're characters
In another ****** Shakespeare play
Again!
No way!
Way!
Oh yaye
Verily
"To be, or not......"
Not what?
What?
What, not?
Dunno
Something, about someone
Called Toby
Toby? Or maybe not Toby?
Probably much  ado, about nothing!
Fin!

by Jemia

Words fall
Like Autumn leaves
The ink of inspiration
Drips from my pen
That teases, tantalises, and tussles
My windswept imagination
As quickly
As a bird wink
Free, wanton, and wanting
To flood the page
With imagery
Suffice
T o sacrifice
To thrill the quill
To once again
Fly
Until the ink runs dry
As words dissipate
In thought
All dressed up
And nowhere to flow

by Jemia

Alone
I wander dow
An endless tunnel
A tunnel, with no end
Without a lover
Or friend
There is no light
Just the shining gleeful eyes
Of rats
Skittering about
The only sound
Are the high pitched squeaks
I carry on walking, wandering
My hand-held torch
It's dimming faint light
I am alone
The light of my existence
Is fading
And empty
And still
And pointless
I know not my destination
I know not if the tunnel
Has an end
I know not
If i will once again
Have a lover
Or a long lost friend
The rats are skittish
And seemingly, as pointless
As my hopes
My torch goes out
As i wander
Into the infinite
Unknown darkness
by Jemia

Watched a romantic comedy last night
Wanted to watch something cheerful, and light
But reminded me ive been alone for over four years
Unlikely to change, which reduced me to tears

Iv'e always been romantic, and sensitive too
My hearts on my sleeve, and my heads all askew
Always been a dreamer, yet hold out little hope
My future looks to remain, on a downward *****

I look to the stars, in a far off sky
Knowing they are echoes, from the time they did die
My heart beats a sadness, how quickly time flies
As the tears begin again, to well in my eyes

It's late, i'm tired, and i need some sleep
But fearful of the nightmares, of fears that run deep
I'm weary, and wary, of this twilight zone
Ironic, that in my dreams, i'm never alone....
by Jemia

Oh i wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine?
Have you fallen down a well?
Or where the sun
Does not shine?
Without your presence
How am i expected
To possess any vision
To peruse a book
Read a sign
Or watch some television
Oh i do wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine
Although ive now put on my new ones
And they are absolutely fine!

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

another night
lying in my bed
looking to another day
no different
to the last
the day before
the week before
the month before….
and everyday
becomes the same
doing the same ‘stuff’
but ‘mixing’ it up
same thing
just different order
today, on text
a friend helped me
today, on the phone
i helped a friend
didn’t see anyone though
they are my invisible friends
i ****** as usual
i cooked
i ate
i washed up
and washed my hands
my hands are now dry
my hands are dry, from washing
ironic
iv’e got dry skin
from being to wet
i did some arty stuff
and iv’e written this
and now i’m off to sleep again
to face another day of the same
i seriously miss my daughter
goodnight/morning

2:47 a.m. by Jemia

As i entered another realm
Into a land of far away dreams
Where-in lay another reality
With talking turtles, and backward flowing streams

Kingfisher dragonflies
And flying fishing cats
A turquoise turtle abandons their shell
And totters around, in an flamboyant hat

And what of me?
Where do i fit in?
I am of course a butterfly
Singing a soft Madrigal, floating in the wind

My wings are made of charcoal
A strange flourescent red
I'm kissing the lips of a beautiful moth
As we lie within our feathered bed

We both give birth to baby clouds
That drift up to the sky
As we remain upon this earthy ground
We've forgotten how to fly

The sun now shines a purple hue
And there is laughter all around
The moth, and me, again embrace
Happy at a love profound

We carry on through the portal
As our wings return to arms
And though my moth is human again
She has lost nothing of her charms

For she is now a fairy queen
As beautiful as ever, and more
I become her favourite flower
As i blossom like never before

She now wears me in her hair
And kisses me every night
As the twilight twinkles in her eyes
Under the glowing moonlit light

by Jemia

A Magic Seed?

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

by Jemia

Imaginary
A flower that never fades
Always beautiful

by Jemia

Someones murdering nature again
Cutting down habitats
And sources
For insects, butterflies, and bees
Just so they can
Make everything
Look neat, and tidy, and controlled
To make it look nice, and pretty
Whilst destroying
The natural beauty
Muting the birdsong
As feathered friends
Go into mourning
The only sound
Is of man, and machine
Now the beautiful wildflowers
Lay decapitated
Hung, drawn, and quartered
The only nature left
Will be the pretty little flowers
Marching like soldiers
In rows of disdain
Clustered together
And coerced
Into organised ranks
The noise has stopped
The one sided battle is over
The dead
Swept away
The kerbside
A balding green
Any survivors
Now destitute
And trodden underfoot
I grieve

by Jemia

I saw two friends briefly embrace last night
Something ive yearned, over this last year
But i couldn't summon up the courage
To hold someone so near

For i fear, that r would not want to ever let go
In case it was the last hug ever
But the opportunity, may not happen again
Never, never, never

A living, breathing, solid soul
A human touch of endearment
I try to catch my pulsing breath
Missing contact, is like a bereavement

I now mourn my missed opportunity
Nothing prepared me, there was no warning
I lie here in my silent solitude
It's now gone three in the morning

Soon the birds, will quietly awaken
Then sing their sweet songs of the dawn
And i will reminisce in my silence
At tears i could not fawn

by Jemia

Be careful moth
Lest you fall into the tea
Is it the sugary aroma that entices you?
Or perhaps you are hooked on caffeine?
Why do you walk around the rim of the cup?
When you could, so easily, fly to the other side?
Are you daft?
Do you have thought?
What inspires or motivates you?
What desires do you have?
WHAT IS IT LIKE TO FLY?
And why are you so attracted to light at night?
You may not share the same elegance
And beauty of sister butterfly
But you are more interesting
OH NO!!!
....AND STUPID!!!
Was it suicide, or did you fall?
Were you high on sugar and caffeine?
And drunkenly drowned?
Am I to blame?
Did I make you feel ugly, or inadequate?
Your existence surely wasn't so futile.
I appreciated your presence
Despite putting me off finishing my tea.
And although I had to make myself another cup of tea
After first flushing your lifeless body down the sink
I will miss you.

I saw a mouse
Where?
There in your hair
WHAT?
It wasn't wearing clogs
Sorry, i forgot
I wonder if clogs were commonly around
Back then
When?
That time when big wigs
Were in vogue
Bigwigs?
Back in Georgian times
When mice were oft
Found within wigs
Are you on something?
Should i be?
Lucky i didn't mention the rats
There was me thinking
Rat hair was just knots
I wonder historically
About *****
Don't even go there
Goodnight!

by Jemia

The trees
So tall, and heroic
Reached high, to the skies
And below, to their graves
Stretching out, sprawling
Their elegant limbs, as if yawning
Awash with their emerald leaves
That glitter, in the dew of morning
With a decent nobility
They cleansed our breath of life
Watched over us
Nourished, and fed us
Nurturing this earth
On which we dwell
Our guardian angels
And we sent them to hell
We burn’t them, and cut them
And axed them to shreds
We effectively, cut off their arms
Then chopped off their heads
We buried them
Beneath tarmac, and concrete
Building motorways, and houses
as tombstones above their graves
The copses, are now corpses
Of a once beautiful rotting death
Their elegant magnificence
That once cleansed our breath
by Jemia

In the deep blue
Sargasso Sea
A new mutation
How come to be

Young turtles swimming
Freely, above the tide
Now carry a new mutation
That can't be denied

These young heroic innocents
With a love for ginger
Have picked up a virus
That turned them Ninja

by Jemia

A
One of my tutors at uni
Once said of my handwriting
"It appears
As if
A drunken spider
Has crawled across
The pages!"
I said
"Twas not the spider
That was drunk!"
How we laughed!
B
I was thinking
Only yesterday
That i can
Make analogies
'Til the cows come home
C
Someone bid
On an ebay
Thing of mine
Then cancelled
A false profit!

all unfortunately by
Jemia

'Children need love'
'Adults need money'
Give me a limbo world
Betwixt the two, with honey

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

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

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

by Jemia