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 ventured through the woodland deep
Frozen teardrops, from my eyes to weep
Searching for, a long lost love
As snowdrops fell, from the sky above

Just over the horizon, stood a cave
Where true love lay, that never gave
It's secrets lay hidden, from long ago
Still lay lost, in the deep white snow

I entered the cave, my heart was mad
And found the frozen snow heart, sad
Treading upon, the icy felt
As my hopes began, to slowly melt

So i tried so hard, not to yield
My hopes were thwarted, as my eyes were filled
Restoring the cold heart, back to life
The teardrops melted, in this stone-cold hive

I left the snow-cave, cold, and bereft
It had stolen my heart, as i left
As the sun slowly melted, my dreamy dreams
Lost love drowned, in flooding streams
by Jemia

Dunblane

Such an evil, sick, and tormented soul
His twisted morals, had taken control
On March 13th, 1996, he went totally insane
Mercilessly destroyed innocence, in a town called Dunblane

Lost were 16 young children,and their teacher
Their registration was taken, by the local preacher
They now lay assembled, in graves of disdain
At the horror that occurred, that day in Dunblane

by Jemia

i still remember this, and have left this poem collecting dust for 26 years. but a friend recently visited Dunblane, and they are living with the light, and hope, that the fabulous Murray brothers have brought them with their tennis, who were both at that school on that day. x

I look to my artwork
Pinned onto my walls
And scattered pages of poetry
Like Autumn leaves, upon my floor
And the memories, and sentiments
Like my heart, on my sleeve
Lies also on shelves
And an array, of my colourful attire
That i adore, and adorn
Hanging, like ghosts
As well as my footwear
Although slightly worn
I view all this with sadness
As i know that when i die
All of these myriad memories
Will be dumped into black sacks
Then discarded, and forgotten
And it will be as if
I never existed at all
by Jemia

Transgender
Trans-******
Trans-woman
Trans-Siberian
Transmogrific­ation
Trans-activist
Trans-Atlantic
I am none of these
for i am a woman
by Jemia

I hope the world isn't an Oyster
I don't like Oysters
If it was Salmon
With herbs, butter, and lemon
Or a prawn
Or beetroot sandwich
I could indulge
And enjoy it
Like cold
Fresh from the fridge
Chocolate custard!
The World then
Would be good enough to eat
Unless it was flat
As a pancake
Or a cowpat
Last week
Whilst on a river walk
I saw an Oyster Catcher
"Amazing!" i thought
With its' beautifully shiny beak
That it could swallow up
A whole planet!
by Jemia

What progress the world has achieved?
What wonders, mankind perceived?
What ignorance is inherited at birth?
About the wonders of Gaia, and planet Earth?

What madness, or insane thought?
Brought war, or its onslaught?
What crazy *******-up mind?
Destroys nature, and human-kind?

What political, or religious reason?
Caused mankind, to cause this reason?
What in hell-bent furious fury?
Lent itself to destruction, in such a hurry?

And where does the blame rest?
As Mother nature, is squeezed by the breast?
And what of her arms, in which she holds us so dear?
That now tremble, in trembling fear?

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

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

by Jemia

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

Crossing many seas
From far far away
Through rocky oceans
And stormy skies, and spray

There are no rules
To which they have to comply
No reasons are given
Or questions of why?

No passports, or visas
Do they carry
And none of them
Are likely to marry

Yet we are happy
To be their host
As they eventually drift in
Along our short coast

The only danger they face
Is being covered in jellies
Then eaten with bread
To fill our comfortable bellies

by Jemia

Rainbows now bleed blood
Mother earth weeps acid tears
Feed plastic oceans
by Jemia

Staring into a blank screen,
Thinking thoughts, that might of been,
Over the hill, and far away,
Seeking serenity, in the land of Fae,
Time to rest, and let it lay
As an over-riding emptiness
Lies down
And goes to sleep
As hollow tears
begin to creep
Into the abyss
Of no return
Where my heart
And soul now burn

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

Love is as lovely
As pirouetting butterflies
Caught on a soft Zephyr
Dancing a dance
Of sweet enchantment
The delicate sheen of love
Reflected in the gentle echoes
Of a quieting sunset
Into the twilight
Of desire
As two hearts beat
In unison
Whilst their lips
Sing a delicious serenade
Of sweet delight
by Jemia

What tangled webs we weave
Tapestries of the mind
Woven with ideas, and wild fancies
Of the softly, silken kind

Like weaving spiders
Casting our silken thread
Across oceans of silent hope
That love will share our bed

by Jemia

time to rest my arms and eyes
send my head above the skies
when not all seems what it should seem
it's time to escape to the land of dreams
💕🦋

Is it in yet init
Dunno Inuit
Give it a minute
Infinite

And like softly melting snow
Their love did grow
As their two hearts
Melted

They were found
Lying on the frozen ground
Two carrots, and four bits of coal
The snow lovers, were no longer whole

by Jemia

that moment
when you are no longer
the 'colourful one'
with the gorgeous boots
and a quirky sense of humour

you are now the lost
and the lonely
one of the ones
they worry about
that may
with intent
end
...fin

Seems like
Christmas, for some
Is simply to die for!

I was phoned today
And told
That my application
For an extractor fan
Was to be put on hold
The caller was very apologetic
I reassured him
That i realised
That it would of been
An unlikely thing
As i was three floors up
Where even bees did not sting
And that much scaffolding
Would of been needed
A cost to much
To be conceded
He sounded pleased
And surprised
At my positive response
And that my understanding of the reality
Was there to Ensconce
I also said
Not to worry
Ive never been
Or seen
To be a fan of tractors
Thus not an
Ex tractor fan!

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

Ive just observed
Shiny glitter in my socks
Perhaps it is fairy dust
Maybe?
I could leap from my window
Or balcony
And flap my arms
To see
Then explain my experiment
At accident, and emergency
I think for now
I'll assume
They are not socks
With fairy dust
Although i do possess
A liquid
Made by fairies
I know this
As it says so on the bottle
Should'st i drink some?
Or wash up
Some old crocks
Along with the fairy dust
Within my socks?
I once knew a tooth fairy
Her name was Nasha
But that's another tale
I have to depart now
As ive been summoned
By a quaint fairy bell

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

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

My pen
Lay in my bed
We had slept together
No words were spoken
As we made love
As an ****** of ink
Spilled
Onto the ****** white paper
Innocence
Written off
Cast aside
As words
Leaked out
Of this ******* quill
Tickled by its feathers

by Jemia

The Blackberries
Some hung forlornly
Off withering branches
The others , meanwhile
Hung heavy after
September deluges
Some
Ripe, and ready
For the picking
Others fallen into the long grass
And still more
Decayed, yet still attached
To their mother
The rest
Not quite yet ready
I gathered those
that fell easily into my eager fingers
My right hand
Now blooded, and reddened
By the flowing ripeness
I shall feast tonight
On their succulence
As my tastebuds
Moisten
Like early morning dew
In anticipation
Awaiting
My Blackberry tongue

by Jemia

every day, i learn something new.
about Skippy, the Bush Kangaroo!
disturbing to think he may of had
a two-pronged didgeridoo!
yes, it's true
Wonder at the thoughts on this
by Winnie The Pooh!
but more amazing is the mother Kangaroo
One birthing ******, plus another two
by Jemia

A gentle seduction
As fingers float
Seemingly
******
The keys
Softly caressing
The ivories
Sweet temptation
As the music
Floats along the still waters
Of my soul
Pirouetting fantasies
Floating
Across a myriad thoughts
The soft gentle tones
gentle, and delicate
The notes
Levitate
Hovering
As if caught
On the breezes
Like Autumn leaves
Skittish dreams
Chaotic
Yet beautiful
As tempting
As a tempestuous storm
As yet unmet
The wild wind blows
The ripples ripen
And sweet love
Is found

by Jemia

One lonely, lonesome day
I strayed
And after a while
In disarray
I ventured into some woods
The birdsong beguiled me
And the flowers, and the trees
Possessed their own enchantments
Swaying gently
In a soft zephyr breeze
The shimmering sunlight
Glancing off, bejewelled Emerald leaves
In the distance
I could see glowings
Seemingly floating along the air
Like burning cinders
At first i thought
Perhaps they were Fireflies
But as i drew nearer
I noticed
That they were dancing in circles
I felt hypnotised
As before me
Were a dozen, or so
Fairies, dancing on the wind
Their softly glowing wings
Were like flames
Flickering in a draught
Silently shimmering
Like the sunlight
Soundless
Like the breath of the trees
I entered this magical circle
And then i was gone
Forever lost
In the realms
Of an ethereal world

by Jemia

The unseen life lay, within a wooden tomb
Were now to be awoken from their slumbers
And were soon to become aware
Of the outside world they were to encounter

They soon sensed the lurking danger
An eerie atmosphere hung low
Now was to be the time
For these normally unseen, to be seen again

They had existed, way back in darker times
And had aged, and were mostly forgotten
Now was their time to rule supreme
As they readied themselves for battle

They moved slowly, and deliberately
Trudging through the soft, and pliant ground
Some on all fours, some stood *****
Others gliding on mighty pliant wings

They thought they were ready for any weaponry fired upon them
Knowing of course, they would suffer casualties
The fallen heroes, knowing that they would somehow return
But the course of things, were soon to change

A young boy suddenly appeared before them
In his hand, he held a strange wooden box
Which he slowly raised, high towards his mouth
Then, with the breath of a hundred hurricanes, blew!

A curious thing happened, the box was a secret weapon
There was an inner box, which flew out with devastating force
In the process, slaying all armies before him
Their last vision, was a name engraved on the weapon Bryant & May!
by Jemia 19-11-2020

Whilst watching a crime series
In which a man returns home
A nd calls out for his absent mother
Which sparked of a flashback
Like no other
Of when i found my mother
Lying on the floor
Her life had left her
She was no more
It was a different kind of hell
Finding her now, empty shell
Now five years since this had occurred
Hoping this memory, had now slurred
But realised that this distant rock
Although now covered in moss, could still shock
And felt at this moment, a frightened despair
At a flashback of a memory, which laid my heart bare

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

Arctic Skuas, fish wives beware,
       steal from birds, without a care
Blackbirds, fond of hedgerows hewn,
           known to whistle occasional tunes
Cuckoos. heralding spring sing loud,
            beware the cuckoo land cloud!
Doves, duck with a divers ease,
            traditionally symbolise beautiful peace
Eagles, immortal, courageous and bold,
            eagle-eyed, with a plumage of gold
Flycatchers, search flies in flight,
            swoop from perches, feeding mid-flight
Geese, possessing little wit,
            occasionally upon golden eggs do sit!
Herons, gangly and vexed,
             also known for having s-shaped necks
Insects, many a good feed,
             airborne fast food, eaten at speed
Jackdaws, inquisitive, kindred of Crow,
             steals through the skies, taking all aglow
Kingfishers, sapphire, red, and green,
             beautiful colours to be seen
Lapwings, loud shrills, and insincere,
             fly with egg-shell attached very near
Magpies, possessing magical mystique,
             sometimes portent of coming times bleak
Nightingales, mythologically Philomel,
             melodious midnight serenades, sang so well
Owls, emblems of Athens past,
              symbolic of wisdoms, of the stars
Partridges, particularly partial to pear trees,
              when braced, huntsmen to please
Quails, eggs delicacies held dear,
              causes Quails to tremble with fear
Robins, red-breasted, (with leaves they cover the dead), not Puckish, but good,
              loved like the folk hero Robin Hood
Starlings, amiable, keen for friendship,
              travel afar on migrational trips
Thrush also Throstle, fluent of tongues,
              mistle-toe food and christmassy songs
Uplands, Utopia for magical Merlins,
               loves high ground, gently unfurling
Vermian, for most birds, a succulent delight,
               eating worms, as part of their diet
Woodpeckers, like climbing trees,
               picking out insects, with utmost ease
X is for extinction, of various birds,
               preventative action, louder than words
Yellowhammers, cursed eggs destroyed,
               taken by men, collecting like boys
Zoos, offering sanctuary for endangered species,
               unfortunately caused by the human disease

Beautiful aged pine
Antiquated emotions
Always trodden on

Simply floating on by
On a whim
Of the wind
My paper like wings
Caught on the breezes
Like falling blossom

by Jemia

A moment
Is more important
Than a meal
Unless the meal
Is the moment
by Jemia 🦋

Glancing across the ocean blue
The greyish skies, of a lavender hue
In the distant horizon, far, far away
Lay the invisible, magical, land of Fae

And yesterday, the day after, the day before
I travelled in time, to a land of folkish lore
I stood upon a crested wave, with my hat upon my head
Guided by mermaids, i was shortly mis-led

Soon, and silently, before my own eyes
I found myself floating, above the stray skies
Landing on land, of a different ilk
I found myself drinking, a golden goblet of dragons milk

Before i knew it, i had grown some wings
I pirouetted high, dancing in circles, and other such things
Hovered above trees, and gurgling brooks
Witnessing things, i'd only ever seen in books

And dreamed my dreams, of yesterday
As i finally departed, this lovely land of Fae
Returned to my seat, overlooking the sea
Forever beguiled, by this strange land of mystery

by Jemia

Dipping my toes
Into the deep waters
Of destiny
by Jemia

Perhaps
Tis time
To lay down my quill
As interest in my writing
Has fallen ill
As an Autumn leaf
Abandons the tree
Despite the colour
It has died
As it falls gently
Floating on the wind
Of destiny
Knowing
That it will soon
Be trodden under foot
And forgotten

by Jemia

My tears fall
Like mercurial drops
  Silver globules
Explode at contact
With the soddened earth

Ripples of sadness
Flow outwards
  Each, and every heartbreak
Rests upon the crests
As memories drown

Within each solitary teardrop
Within each painful memory
  That hollows out the soul
As your heart
Sinks into the abyss

As you find yourself
Lost, as in the echoes
  Of the final glimmers
And glows
Of a dying star

And soon
Your light
  Will shine
No
More

Just an empty
.
.
  .
.
.
S.P.A.C.E
by Jemia

Like petals
Unfolding
Under the first light
Of a new day
As the open arms
Of love
Warm
And welcoming
Until the petals
Begin to fall
Gently at first
Gliding
To the soft earth
Below
Nature soon disowns you
As vampire bees
Pass you bye
As you age
And rot
And eventually die

by Jemia

I am happier
With papier
(pardon my French!)

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

it's kind of ironic, having given myself a French sounding surname, that i actually know very little French. in actual fact, for over 30 years, when asked if i knew any French, i would reply "petite pois!" in an 'allo 'allo kind of accent, until a French sister-in-law, after 20 years of knowing me, finally quizzed me on the matter, as she had always assumed, that i was merely jesting, as i love to play with words, as i was a hopeless juggler! and she said "you do know it's un petit peu?" , i said " i thought that un petit peu, was a noise a small cat would make?" how we laughed...he haw he haw...i knew i shouldn't of got up early today...😏🦋💕

A moment in time
With thoughts of its own
It ticked, then tocked
And started to groan
As it wandered, and squandered
Then withered away
A myriad moons
And sun shiny days
As it thought to itself
Sixty times in a minute
"I try to track time
It's really hard, 'innit!"
Over the centuries
And thousands of years
Billions of seconds
And eons of tears
As time slipped slowly by
Tick tock, tick tock
Ive tried counting time
But lost time, every time i tried
As another new black hole
Opens up wide
Gone now
All the watches, and clocks
Time is now soundless
Tick tock t... ....
Yet still moving on

by Jemia

My friends
And family
Call me
A bit of a bookworm
Which
I have to admit
Has an element of truth to it
As i can be found
Working my way
Through a myriad
Of books
Almost daily
Consuming
And digesting
Thousands
Upon thousands
Of words
Which eventually
Led to my downfall
Just at the point
Of my rebirth
Into a moth
I got squashed
By a dictionary
I was lost to words

by Jemia

I have a street sign for Carnaby Street
Hanging high, upon my wall
Me, and a close friend, used to go there
And to Portebello Road, and all

We'd jump onto the tube, every weekend
Not a ticket did we buy
Dodging the ticket collector, with derring-do
Up destinations fire escapes, we would fly

Our road map of central London
We eventually carried in our head
Having knowledge of the main attractions
Like Highgate Cemetery, where lay the famous dead

We visited museums, and Buck' Pal of course
And Downing Street, and Big Ben
Crossed most bridges over the Thames as well
Battersea Power Station, and the Dogs Home den

Witnessed changing of the guard
Visited the Art Galleries of the day
Listened in at Speakers Corner, Hyde Park
And sneaked in at Regents park zoo, by the way

Went down Baker Street, to see Sherlock
And Madam Taussauds, full of wax, and flair
How we never got caught sneaking in, i'll never know
I think London wanted us there

We also saw the drunks, and homeless
All scattered in disarray
There was something about their life
That i knew i would experience one day

I kind of knew i'd become a squatter
Before i would become a woman
i needed to have more life experience
Before confronting that truth

My friends name, was Irish Bill, he was a wild child like me
He introduced me to his girlfriends mother
I was fifteen, she was thirty six, i was a ******
she plied me with Dutch courage, we then had a bit of the other!
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

Little Middle Weedmead
Somewhere, in the shire of Bodelbean
A young fairy princess was born
From the belly, of the wicked queen

She named her daughter Grimace
To show her spiteful ways
The wicked queen was horrid
Was also a witch, on certain days!

She would cackle quite madly
And turn children into frogs
Whilst the parents protested angrily
She turned them into dogs

Yet one day a week on Saturdays
She became quite pleasant to know
And was even nice to her daughter
By Sunday, this niceness would go!

Yet Grimace, her faithful daughter
Had a secret of her own
Late on Saturday evening
She'd sit upon her mother's throne

She'd issue ghastly orders
For hopping frogs legs on toast
(My favourite, yum!)
Or bats ear, and rhubarb pie
Then fly away to the coast

She'd sit astride her broomstick
And cackled like her mum, wah, wah, wah wah wum!
She'd pockle her tongue out rudely
And kicked strangers up the ***!

But at the stroke of midnight
On the face of the old grandmother clock
Time moved over to Sunday morning
And Grimace, grimaced, like a sock

Anyway, Grimace got older
As older she grew
And before she could define it
She was suddenly 22!

Her wicked witchy mother queen
Had grown a particularly long nose
And it was oft thought
She could probably pick it with her toes!
EW!

And just like that
The Witchy Wicked Mother Queen
Was never ever heard
And never, ever seen
(Again!)

Grimace, in time, was crowned queen
She was most splendiferous
And mostly normal
That's ignoring Saturdays!

by Jemia