It is almost impossible to try to think

And way to hot, for an interesting drink

And to contemplate the writing, of something in verse

My brain needs attending, by a poetry nurse



She could fan my ego, with love and sympathy

And supply me with cups, of Earl Grey tea

And massage my soul, and feed me some food

And things i won't mention, it'd be a bit rude



But in return, for these comforts, and desire

I'd do the same, and relight her fire

And feed her, and tea her, a fan her, and yet

As i believe in giving, as good as i get



In the meantime, i shall lie here, and simply melt

And pretend i am graceful, lissom, and svelte

Soon to depart my boudoir, for another lair

As it's time to rise, from my lazy derriere!

by Jemia

Today
Well this morning actually
As i'm yet to sleep
So in a way
It's still part of yesterday
Which is the day before
Today, or yesterdays tomorrow
Or did i mean tomorrows
Yesterday?
Or the day before
Yesterdays tomorrows day after the day before?
Who knows?
It seems like days
In this way
Are not disimiliar
To having a second cousin
Once removed
Whose sister
Is married to your mothers
Youngest sons' best friends
Mothers, brothers in laws
Daughters, uncles
Pet pig!
by Jemia

I remain in my wooden abode
I have no work
But i survive well
On my ramshackle home
No-one really notices me
But i do occasionally meet
Members of my clan
My food is chewy, and moist
Sometimes to salty
And sometimes rotten
But i am grateful for this feast
I bore holes
As my doorway
Which allows me
Entrances, and exits
Which are sometimes
Plugged up by other residents
To keep the ravages
Of the stormy treacherous seas
At bay
My friends call me Lucy
I call myself Lucinda
I live a simple life
As any other Woodworm would
by Jemia

I work with carers
Caring for loved ones
They don't get paid for this
They do it out of love
For someone that now
Sometimes , no longer recognises them
Or acts unappreciative
For this care
Sometimes abusive
And even physically aggressive
But each carer knows
That this person they love
Has an illness
Through no fault of their own
And were they aware
Of what lay ahead
Would be horrified
At the consequences
And their behaviour
Towards their loved ones
Who understand fully
The why's, and wherefore's
Of these terrible afflictions
Whilst often coping
With physical disabilities
Of their own
Their love, dedication, and courage
Will never cease to amaze me
As they persevere
Through what is often
A living nightmare
They come from all walks of life
Their struggle
Remains the same
Their only release
Is when their cared for person
Either goes into respite
And nursing care
Or dies

by Jemia

I thought
A Seperatist
Was a type of
Washing powder
That simply
Sorted out your ***** washing
That then
Left it *****
Seems this technique
Is used
In politics
And warfare
With laundered speeches.
When the spin
Is all dried up
Life is what you
Put-in to it
And doesn't always
Turn up with another
Trump
With more ***** laundry
Of their own

by Jemia

Nameless

I look to the crack on my ceiling

And the paint flaking of from my wall

The crack represents my broken heart

The flaking paint, as my emotions fall



My floor is carpeted with littered poetry

Strewn around, like cast off clutter

Pointless visions,of a myriad thoughts

Exposed emotions, as heartstrings flutter



My heart and love remain uncherished

As desirable, as an empty soul

Isolation, has become my destiny

As my heart will never be whole



A loving embrace, is something to cherish

And a tender kiss, to ignite a flame

It appears i'm to be left with my memories

When true love, once had a name

I am a philosophical cat i am
I purr their fur, i Siam
I am a Cherry Blossom tree
My blossom is me, metaphorically
I am a gently blowing Zephyr
A seemingly calm breeze, full of desire
I am Alice In Wonderland
Venturing down rabbit holes throughout the land
I am a festival of colourful sounds
Loving the Earth, and loving the ground
I am a story, yet to be unfurled
Still seeking my place, in this curious world
I am me

by Jemia

In my middle year at uni
As one of my options
I chose Chaucer'a Canterbury Tales
Promptly bought my copy of the book
And a few days later
Went for my first lecture
And was happy to see
That most of the other students
Had the same copy as me
As we sat there, awaiting the tutor
A very very short, black bearded man
Entered the lecture room
He looked like
He had just stepped out
Of a set, for Lord Of The Rings
I thought this was interesting
Until he spoke
Then i was a little afraid
I thought *******
The man's possessed
As his words were in a strange archaic tongue
I considered
Making a dash to the main office
For assistance
As there was a raven-haired
Gibbering madman on the loose
Speaking what i could only assume
Were demonic profanities at us
But then he broke into English
And after a few moments
Reality
Slapped me in the face
After he asked us
Had we read all the details
of the course
That we were to be studying Chaucer's
Canterbury Tales
In Middle English
Oh crap!!!!!!!!

by Jemia

You know
I'll always love you
As i always do
And that i truly miss
The company of you
Your presence for now
As fluid as turbulent streams
As you wander, in, and out
Every night within my dreams
Yet your appearance
Always seems so effervescent
Although you're always different
Whenever you are present
Your eyes, and skin, and hair
Change colour every time
And your laughter
Is so so beautifully, wonderfully sublime
Your smile warms up my heart
I feel such total bliss
As your sweet subtle succulent lips caress
My soul, those rare moments that we kiss
Although i have never met you
Or so it mostly seems
I love you in this strange reality
Within this land of dreams

by Jemia

I am the new born child
I now see the outside wild
I can see, and feel, and hear
I can laugh, and shed a tear
And as i begin, to learn, and grow
I can see, the bitter seeds you sow
You adults, with all your knowledge, and learning
How reckless, and ruthless, is your yearning
To want for much more, than you need
And how you sow, your bitter seed
I see the mess you've left, all around
The poisoned air, and the damaged ground
What is left, for the new born young?
A taste of acid rain, on the tongue
We need hope, and love, and care
Not a plastic planet, of despair
Please listen to our voices, of our desires
As the planet weakens, and then retires
Now is the time, for natures rebirth
And our deep rooted love, of our mother Earth
by Jemia

Snowdrops herald Spring
New birth, and new beginnings
Offers fresh clear hope

Wild, and wonderful
Drops of flowering soft snow
Rumour like, 'White Queens'

Once 'Naked Maidens'
Perhaps their white purity
Snow deflowered

by Jemia

A red firey eye opens
Then another
And began to spread its gaze
Around its surroundings
It grunted a few times
Then opened its jaws
And yawned
Exposing the rotten tongue
Within its wide
And cavernous mouth
Gazing at a reflection
It thought itself
A fine looking beast
Another entered the cave
Carefully, and cautiously
Addressed the beast
"Mister President!"
"You gotta move out soon!"
The President eyed this intruder
With annoyance, and contempt
Then decided to eat him
"that's what us insects do, right?"
"Yes mister President" said a fly on the wall
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

"Stranger things happen at sea!"
Said thee, to me
As we ate more Brie
But i, quietly
Wished for Camembert
(So there!)
Thought i, to Claire
As we drank white wine
(I prefer red!)
Then we made love
(Not on the bed)
Whilst hanging from a Chandelier
(I'm scared of heights, tis my greatest fear!)
We then fell to the ground
Without a sound
Apart from screams of pleasure
(As we came at leisure)
Luckily landing on the bed
Our cheeks were blushed
(And slightly red!)
The colour of a pale red ink
More of a rosy pink
(Or so i think)
We then fell off, onto the floor
And then made love some more
After which slept (without a snore)
Such sweet dreams we had
As the big wide world
Seemed a little less mad
by Jemia x

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

When i try to comprehend infinity
It kind of blows my mind
As i try to unravel the myriad layers
Knowing its birth, i shall never find

I often think on how it began
Its comprehension is beyond me
As i delve deeper, and deeper
I could search, for all eternity

Apparently, outer space is expanding
Into what, i have no idea
If space has an end
What lies on the other side, is unclear

It's been a puzzle to me
For the entirety of my life's trend
As i cannot define, or understand
That infinity, seemingly, has no end

And if there was an end, somewhere
I'd wonder what lay, on the other side
And where, or how, did everything start
I look to the stars in amazement, my eyes open wide

As i try to imagine, the beginning of the beginning
No answers can i find
My mind remains completely awestruck
If i found the answer, i'll probably lose my mind

by Jemia

She lay her cards
Upon the table
Then realised
She wasn't able
The ace of hearts
Was missing
She lost

Soon i will be growing
Yet never be all knowing
Until i start a-sowing
The beautiful seeds of love

Thence we will be going
With a calming zephyr blowing
Near a rambling brook a-flowing
With an azure sky above

As we wander to, and fro-ing
Our hearts will be a-glowing
Beating faster, never slowing
Full grown the seeds of love

by Jemia

The Case Of The Pregnant Orange Coloured Pepper
Whilst preparing a veggie Madras
I sliced into an pepper coloured orange
Much to my surprise
I found a baby one inside so strange
Was it impregnated by a Pomegranate?
Maybe romped with a drunken grape?
A ****** birth? for what it's worth
Or a weird destiny, it couldn't escape?
After much ponderation
Of all my first thoughts above
It occurred within my refrigerator
A strange kind of cold love
Obviously the lights were out
It happened in the dark
So it must of been with a mushroom
Or a person, doing it for a lark
But there were none of these around
Apart from myself of course
But it may of been the red pepper by its side
Which may be the obvious source
Although
There was a bunch of suspicious bananas
Looking very guilty
However, i threw the 'evidence'
Into my curry, yum
by Jemia

Slurping quickly, at melting ice cream
Under blazing sunny skies, happy kids scream
Mother nature, at her colourful best
Meanwhile, young birds are leaving their nest
Easy rider, and other summer sounds
Rain sometimes falls, so homeward bound

Sandcastles, buckets and plastic spades
Undulating sand dunes, kites on parades
Maddening crowds, unable to escape
Memories of quieter days, just sipping the grape
Empty beaches, and deckchairs,sand creatures delight
Rain soon interrupts, early morning light

Screeching seagulls, stealing food
Upsetting picnics, their hunger is rude
Moth-eaten fishing nets, on a bamboo stick
Meandering over rock pools, crab claws click
Easily caught souvenirs, and hand held windmills
Rain soon interrupts, with sea wind chills

Summer sun, fills the now cloudless azure skies
Uncontrolled beach *****, floating up high
Misguided tourists, on the wrong beach
Mean't to go to Hastings, now out of reach
Every holiday, a mix of wind, rain, and sun
Relaxing, and memorable, and usually, FUN!

Clinging onto
The driftwood of reality
As i float
Through the turbulent oceans
Of chaos, and confusion
Avoiding the delusion
That false hope
May proffer
As i haphazardly
Try to steer my way
Through my ramshackle
******-analytical mind
Hoping to eventually
Land on the beaches
Of logic
Whilst being tempted away
With a myriad
Of false hope
And high expectations
Fake *******
Of euphoric
Delusional delights
Which are normally
Lurking at the back
Of an ****** dream
Or alcohol induced delirium
Foolish me
I ventured out
In search of reality
Finding only the surreal

by Jemia

in a poem tonight, i said that i had a problem pronouncing the word antidisestablishmentarianism, and that it was ironic as i knew the word, and how to pronounce it Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch the irony! 😂 i got looked at proper! oh the foibles, and quirks, of you humans! oops! okay, time to come out of my closet, i am an alien! 😂 i come from a planet, where peace comes easily, and so do i....😅 **

by Jemia

An embroidery of words
Sewn together
Like a patchwork quilt
Or a tapestry
Woven
From the wild imaginings
Of my mind
Following the thread
Of thoughts
Yet sometimes
Lain naked
Without a stitch
And aware
That a stitch in time
Saves nine
Reflections on life
Dealing with emotions
Before they cascade
Out of control
Becoming
An undulating deluge
I thread the needle
This time with red
Embroidered arteries
My lifeblood
Coursing through
My heart of silk

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

It'e a funny thing
Life
Full of expectancy's
And hopes
And dreams
Of  romance
And love
But generally
Unless you're a happy
On your own
Kind of individual
Not wearing a straight-jacket
Then.
Then.  
Then
Perhaps your life, maybe
Will include another
And at first
The magic
As you walk  
Hand in hand
Aware of each others
Previous solitary existence
And beating hearts
Before they bled
And felt the electricity
Of an embrace
That moment
At that precise moment
You are more alive
Than you'll ever be
And not confined to any expectations
Not of your making
And when you've had this
But are no longer a part of it
And are now alone
You'll know of what i write
And the lingering ache
As my inky heart
Lies scrawled out
On paper......

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

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

Last night
I dreamt of love
Pure, and unadulterated
And beautifully romantic
As the flow of electricity
Coursed through our hearts
Sending sparks of delight
As we kissed passionately
In the soft twilight
Of this other world
Although i awoke
Alone
I felt warmed by this embrace
On my visit
To this dream world
Of my desires
And this entwinement
Of two beating hearts

by Jemia

I love writing poetry
Some of it is okay
Like a windy ****
Or a roll in the hay
Some of it isn't
I self berate
But little, or none of it
Is particularly great
If i were a great poet
The expectations
Would be to high
To maintain
That castle
In the sky
So, like a dog
I shall remain
A pauper analogue
And also like a dog
I am a bit barking
Which doesn't rhyme
Don't blame me
Tis my pen
That writes the poetry
Like a cuckolding hen
Typical analogy
A bad workperson
Blaming their tools
Although i'm nobodies fool
Then must be the ink
So i'd like to think
A caper, on paper
A pie, in the sky
Or politics, or religion
And just a smidgeon
Of Moon dust

by Jemia

Now drinking a basic type tea
During the day
To ration out
My beloved Earl Grey x
by Jemia

we;re soon to get a big blue moon
so about to escape my comfort cocoon
I'll flap my wings, as high as the sky
but scared of heights, so don't know why
then fly all the way, to the big blue moon
as i need to escape from my little cocoon
so if you see my wings, flapping around
i must of made it back, to solid ground
or ive over done it on the nectar again
and simply lying, ****** in the rain!
by Jemia x

If only my ears
Were sometimes blind
And my eyes
Occasionally deaf
And not to taste
The smells
Nor sense
The numbness
Of prejudice
I could pretend
That the World
Was a happy abode
Whilst wavering away
From realities road

by Jemia

As i faced my final journey
I lay dying, upon the cold gurney
A woman came forth, and shaved off my *****
As a surgeons' assistant, inserted some tubes
My head was in a different place
Betwixt A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Star Wars' space
And wondered also, was now the time for me to die?
On this cold metallic gurney, Upon which i did lie
About one hour, into this darkly dangerous op
A balloon went awry, my life came to a stop
This part of the op, not at all nice
As my fingers, and toes, turned to ice
I heard a hint of panic, in the surgeons voice
My life lay in his hands, i had no choice
The icy feeling, crept up to my hands, and feet
The surgeon managed to manage, my fragile heartbeat
And within a few minutes, he'd rectified the wrong
As my hopes of survival, again became strong
After a total, of about three, and a half hours
I wasn't yet ready, for my graveside flowers
Face to face with my mortality, had been really intense
As i was wheeled out from surgery, now possessing four stents
This all happened 1,545 days ago today
37,080 hours, or two, and a quarter million minutes, either way
118 days later, my second op, this for my RCA
Another three, and a half hours of surgery, not a good day
As again throughout, i was kept wide awake
The thought of which, still makes me quake
After much trying, it was deemed beyond repair
Wheeled out into recovery, where i had another scare
My system had had enough, and suddenly shut down
Like busy bees, suddenly surrounded by medics all around
And brought back to existence, avoiding the doom
As i sit, write, and remember this, alone in my room
And healthier now, than way before that time
With memories of moments, so supremely sublime

by Jemia

I wonder if butterflies
Are so inebriated
By their pollen consumption
They they can never fly
In a straight line
I also wonder
What sort of poetry
They'd write
Or would they be
To ******
To hold a quill?
Although
None of this
Seems to interfere
With their mating habits

by Jemia

Grassy leaves shimmering, in a cool Spring breeze
Sunlight attempting, to break through swollen clouds
Mother nature cries, at mankind's destructive disease
And hides, beneath her ragged shrouds

There is nothing now, but barren earth
Where flowers, once did bloom
Now for nature, there is no longer fresh birth
Just a saddening, desperate doom

So far, this is a nightmarish dream
With the forlorn hope, it never comes true
I love the sunlight beam;
The flowers, the trees, the birds, and the bees
As i wish, we all would too

by Jemia

I was going to give
Everyone a pink Smartie
To sweeten the night
For this creative party
But then i thought
Some may have health reasons
Where eating Smarties
Was not possible
And i really didn't
Want anyone
To end up in hospital
So i ate them all myself
And overnight
Turned into an elf
My ears went all pointy
And i shrank in size
Then spoke loads of nonsense
Which came as no surprise!
I said hi
To all my fairy friends
And farewell
To the trolls
Then ran away
When confronted by barbie dolls
I then rode on a dragon
And flew to the sky
Then turned into a mermaid
But didn't know why
I splashed around
In some kind of delirium
As i somehow ironically
Realised i couldn't swim
I changed again quickly
As i transmogrified, whilst in the sky
And was now at peace
As a big blue butterfly
But then got swallowed
By a large greedy frog
Just at the point
I turned into a catalogue
So read my own pages
They weren't very plain
As they quickly revealed
That i was possibly insane
Mad as a hatter
Or a box of frogs
Or a mad March hare
Wearing Dutch clogs
So after all that
I end up as a cloud
Quietly floating around
Peeing water
On everything below
Time to go!
Hope i don't post this on Facebook!

by Jemia

Ears of dogs
Cropped
One man said
That he was
A dog whisperer
I thought
Along with my expletives deletives
How can you whisper
To a dog
When you've
Chopped
And cropped
It's ears off
Does his money making
Sickness
Know no bounds?
What next?
Wings of birds?
Or perhaps
Soul
Of this dog whisper?
Obviously to late
Genetically engineered pets
Is trending

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

Being a life model
Is like conducting
An orchestra of artists
Their various sketching materials
At the ready
As i remove my gown
I become
An silent, unmoving conductor
My stillness, and poise
Is their direction
Then the music begins
As the various scratchings
On paper
Pick up the vibrancy
Of the shape
That lies, sits, or stands
Before them.
As i become their muse
Their match strike
As it flares up
As their flare of creativity begins
I remain oblivious
Of their interpretations
Of my naked self
Simply considering
Can i remain still
For the required time
And what pose
Can i proffer next
As i contemplate
And consider
One move ahead
It's like a obscure form
Of time travelling
As the orchestra
Play to the rhythm
Of their present
My brush
Is my pen
As the artists
Become my muse
Thank you

by Jemia

Bouncing upon
Pillowed blue-grey clouds
That hang in the midst
Of an Azure sky
The gleeful shrieks
Of the sky fairies
Are muffled
By the whistling wind
Which in turn
Sets aeolian harps
To play
Creating a both surreal
And strange
Ethereal sound
And as the fairies bounce
They poke holes in the clouds
Which then leak
Onto the now
Moistening earth below
As each fairy
Holds tight
Attaching themselves
To these dewy droplets
Drifting downwards
There fall
Broken by the awaiting
Cherry blossom
And emerald green leaves
Until the wind
Scoops them up
Returning them to the sky
In which they reside

by Jemia

PRIDE
"Oh my god!"
"Is that a geezer?"
Said two drunks
As i swept past
And slightly aghast
I walked on...
My heart sunk
So i decided
To get drunk
To numb the pain
But i knew
The pain would linger
A heart felt Agony
That i shouldn't have to endure
Again, and again, and a *******, 'gain!
But i knew i would
Even though i should
Let it go
But it hangs
Like mistletoe
Over my head
Like tears, that linger
I sort of pity the young
About to commence this journey
Of the ******
But i wouldn't change a thing
No, i'm not a geezer
And never have been
I'm a woman
That's not always been seen
I was simply born
With one digit to many
Which thankfully
Has been resolved
But doesn't show
(And don't i know)
On my face
Which is a reflection
Of a different place
In which i no longer reside
I'm now
And always have been
Fully affiliated
With Pride
A heart felt agony
That i shouldn't have to endure
Again, and again, and a ******* 'gain
But i knew i would
by Jemia

I am neither large, nor small
Nor short, nor tall
I sense my own being
Without yet seeing
I feel the heartbeat
Of my guardian, whilst they eat
I hear the sound
Of the mundane, and the profound
I feel myself grow, and evolve
Problems, i cannot yet resolve
I can move, and hover
I am fed through a tube, under cover
I am awaiting, the day of my release
To see the world, as i please
I am the honey, within the honeycomb
I am the unborn child, in the mothers womb
by Jemia

King Canute
Rather cute
To prove he was so astute
He could turn the tide
And to prove
That he wasn't
As acute
As his people thought
He ought
Got wet!
by Jemia

On A Whim
I heard a Flimsy Whimsy
On a Winters day
Shouting whoopsy daisy
Then it ran away!

It ran into the garden
It ran into a toad
Then it finally croaked it
When it ran into the road!

So now the Flimsy Whimsy
Has had its final hour
So ive put it in my notebook
Just like a fresh pressed flower!
by Jemia

Happy Something (31-12-2021)

Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot....
"Who you calling auld?"
"Forget what?"
"Is it tomorrow yet?"
"it is in Australia!"
"Must be all those Kangaroos!"
"Cheers!"

by Jemia

I'd rather open doors
Than close them
Although i once heard
Of a man, quite absurd
Who disguised himself
As a door
Unfortunately
His **** fell off!
The trouble with open doors
They get mistaken for jars
Then let in draughts
I personally prefer chess
Other doors
Are like portals
To other worlds
Knock knock
Who's there?
A door
Adore who?
A dormouse
What?
Where's the exit
Which ways the door
The way of the door
Is by the doorway
As one door opens
Another one closes
Like chapters in a book
And so the door
Becomes no more
Than another page
To turn

by Jemia

A strange cocktail
Dreams of romance
With a large dose of Covid
Both remind me
Of my vulnerability
And Loneliness
It's like falling into an abyss
An empty void
Of silent space
My heart bleeds
Into the ether
There seems no hope
Just this solitude
I find unable to bare
No embraces
To fill my heart
I am no more
Than a grain of sand
On an empty beach
Washed away
In a tide of emotions

by Jemia

There were three brothers from Leamington Spa
They walked over hills
And travelled afar

Thomas, the elder, of the curious three
Moved to Sherwood Forest
And lived in a tree

Richard ,the middle, far to bold
Married Medusa
And was turned to gold

Harold, the younger, of a different ilk
Went fishing for sharks
Which he then tried to milk

There was no mention of their little sister
Maybe because
She'd been born as a mister

There were three brothers of Leamington Spa
Who were eventually pickled
And put in a jar

by Jemia

A psithurism
Quietly susurrating
Whispering leaves
by Jemia

A year of fear
Where it lay in your head
That you could soon be dead
And that in a short space of time
You could become a victim of a virus crime
Like so many others
A dread to suffer
In a year 130 million caught it
In a year, 3 million bought it
The lockdown has ruled supreme
Stir crazy solitude, to make us scream
****** if you do, and ****** if you don't
****** if you will, and ****** if you won't
Some respite is given by the beaming sun
Vaccines eventually, hopefully, will have this virus on the run
The long tunnel, has a glimmer of light at its end
And one day, not so far away, we can hug a friend
Hopefully with a fancy, at a whim, and a kindness of fate
Us singularities, will maybe have a date?
by Jemia