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

Lost?

It was lost
Many, many, many, moons ago
The stars
Seemingly
Still forming
In the night sky
And i tried
I really tried
To remember
What it was
That i had lost
But now
Was no more
Than a distant echo
Drifting into deep space
I still live in hope
That one fine day
That i may
Rediscover
The missing essential
We can all live in hope
That'll teach me
That if one day
I should rediscover
The plot
Then i'd hope that
That i will never, ever
Lose the plot again

by Jemia

Sign of the beast?
NO!
Just a sign
That ive written
An awful lot of poems!
And in fairness
Some have been
Awfully beastly
But not devilish
Is this a dagger i see before me?
No, it's a teaspoon!
I got my kicks
On route 666 (667!)
As long as
I'm not travel sick
I'm like a mole
Deep underground
Looking for depth
But only finding
Worms
And wormholes

by Jemia

Looking for something
That you've already found
Blinded by realities, bitter-sweet taste
Skirting around the edges
But wary of the depth
You're loath, to venture in
A castaway, forever beached
A thought lost in infinities
Vast myriads of confusion
Pure, yet unrefined
Lost innocence
Abandoned, on the seas of doubt
That flood, reluctant thoughts
A moment to ponder.....

by Jemia

Now that me
And Myfanwy
Are born again virgins
I was thinking
Of career choices
Perhaps as a nun
Do they have pronouns
Or pronuns?
But i wondered perhaps
I should reconsider
As likely to lead
To bad habits
So decided
I'm having nun of it
Is a female shaman
A shawoman?
But that sounds similar
To a char woman
And i'm not much use
At housework
Although i do love
A nice cup of char
Tea anyone?

by Jemia

that moment that you wished
you'd bought an 24 hour radio alarm clock.
instead of one that defines pm by a solitary red dot,
and when you set the alarm,
another red dot shows,
add to this,
that after a recent power cut,
i wasn't sure if i was resetting the actual time,
or setting the alarm!
so when i woke up at 10:35 this morning,
instead of 08:15,
i was hit by the realisation,
that i had set the alarm for 8:15pm,
revealed by the one red dot
still being present!
the very reason
i missed a zoom meeting
i had this morning:
a bothering, of a bother........
of bothersome clocks! 🙃

by Jemia

The tree stood, no longer
Amongst friends
Silent, and alone
As it bathed
In an now unhealthy ozone
Other than its leaves
Trembling
In a chilling breeze
The breeze picked up
And strengthened
The leaves were pushed together
Like unwanted lovers
Embraced, then screaming
No longer under cover
As a sharp wind
Ripped them free
From their mother tree
No longer in her tender embrace
As she was soon
To be bleeding sap
Bare, and barren
From her emerald glory
Her children now gone
And lying at her feet
Trampled on
As the creature
With very sharp teeth
Began to chew at her base
This was the beginning
And the end
Of the massacre

by Jemia

The sky is now grey
And leaking gently
Wallowing, in the wetness
Abiding
In an hollow abode
Emerald dreams
That carry the mother load
A preemptive silence
On the eve
Of another day
Where the friendly frolicking folk
Of a myriad hoard
Will gather
On this second day
Of May

by Jemia

Lady Annie Brassey
Perchance, went fly fishing
For flying fish
With a different kind of fishnet.
Sadly
Constance, was not constant
A crowded yacht
Somehow, now seemed empty
Tears to weep
Into the oceans deep
As the Sunbeams rays
Became shrouded

by Jemia

Reflections
On a ceiling
Scattered
Jaded memories
Melodic music
Floats
On the balmy night air
Bodies
Swing, and sway
And in disarray
People move
With the groove
Green bottles
hang
Not from walls
But from the ceiling
Are very appealing
Yet remain still
Unmoved by the beat
That throbs
At my dormant feet
Whilst a shaggy dog
With a bow
Seemingly in the know
Watches all
Whilst perched upon
A pale green wall

by Jemia

Reams For Dreams
My current writing pad
Is behaving in a very seasonal way
As pages are falling out of it
Like Autumn leaves
Perhaps my writings
Are to heavy
As i scratch, and scrawl
My ink inspired ideas
Onto it's ****** white sheets
As i follow the trail
Inspired by my imagination
And my dreams
As they leak
Like ink on paper

by Jemia

that moment when your love life is on recharge...
Moth-eaten knickers
Melted chocolate snickers
Holey socks, and ruffled hair
A ramshackle room, and a soul to bare

I sense tears
In the ether
A quiet sobbing
As if the planet itself
Is quietly weeping
At the rhetoric
Of the gathering
Of the clans
Making their plans
To further delay
Of the necessary changes
As late as possible
Rather than the logical option
To start acting right now
Time is of the essence
They are likely
To put of until tomorrow
What needs doing today
One action
Speaks louder
Than a thousand words
But all we get
Are empty promises
What is wrong with these people?

by Jemia

I may have the heart
Soul, and body
Of a woman
But right now
At this moment in time
5:35 a.m.
I have the overladen
Bladder
Of a
Horse!
So now must
Remove myself
From the comfort
Of a many togged quilt
To venture into the cold
Uncompromising coldness
Of my bathroom

by Jemia

The media
Are stirring the ***
Of peoples frustrations
Like vultures
Readying themselves
To tear of the flesh
Of the vulnerable
In an already
Dysfunctional
Damaged
World
They play the free speech card
Like jokers
In the pack
Like wolves
Baiting us
Yet we have already
Become
The worm
On the hook
Wriggling hopelessly
And here's the rub
We are also the fish
Biting
Part of the medias
Food chain of despair
As we watch on
Living
In our goldfish bowl
Of lock down
Awaiting our small
Crumbs of hope

by Jemia

Trying to imagine
As i lie in my bed
Of hearing bombs exploding
Or them landing on my head

And the fear
That courses deep inside
You've got nowhere to go
And nowhere to hide

You're running out
Of food, and water
But your biggest fear
Is for your son, or daughter

You're feeling overwhelmed
And underfed
And wondering if
You'll get a bullet in the head

Yet only four weeks ago
None of this was real
You were doing your everyday things
And eating your everyday meal

But now
You have fallen through a crack into hell
Where will it end
No-one can tell

You pinch yourself
As you hope it's a dream
But it isn't the pain
That makes you scream

You just want it all to end
Right now, right this minute
And wish for peace, and normality
To become something that's infinite

FIN?

by Jemia

There you go mankind
If you can't
Beat it
Or eat it
Chop it down
Or poison it
Lets have an ****
Of massive destruction
Guns, and bombs
More toxins
And **** in loads of plastics....
"It's already been done!"
"Global what?"
"What warming?"
"I'm ****** freezing!"

by Jemia

I sometimes wonder
If we are to be, the last generation
That we die off in
As we all lay
Within
Our self made coffin

As we poison
The planet
That gave us our birth
And in a twisted gratitude
We destroy
Our dear planet Earth

So much
For technological
Advances
Futuristic fancies
Are as futile
As furtive glances

But maybe
We'll be fortuitous
And realise our wrongs
Before it's to late
For
Reminiscent songs
by Jemia

Influenced...
i ventured out tonight, i was prepared for being aloin(quite funny typo!), alone! so had taken pen, and paper with me, and irony played it's teasy card, as although i had nothing to write, all night! someone in need, laid such a bitter seed, and
asked me for a pen! such bitter cheek,
that i so meek,
had no quill
in which to thrill
broadly speaking
With no squeaking,
i had lost my ****** pen
a poet without a pen
is like a butterfly
without wings
Jemia X 🦋

Something is brewing
Anticipation deceives
Storm in a teacup

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.

It doesn't really matter
Should i really care?
As no-one is likely to see
My holey underwear!

by Jemia

Lord Byron in pique
Euterpe, was not a/muse/d
Ink streaked petticoat
by Jemia

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

by Jemia

A night of Clair de Lune
And Mead
No Dragons, or madness
To concede
I would'st write
By candlelight
But perchance
Would'st set the house afire
And that wouldn't do at all
As would'st burn my ticket
To the fireman's ball!
by Jemia

When i'm alone
I drown
I can' swim
I need to paddle
With people
Afloat
On an sea of life
Alone
I am in a desert
There is no oasis
Just empty echoes
Whilst floating in space
Gnats give me angst
I wish
In a way
I'd forgotten
What it is like
To embrace
Another
Friend, or lover
I feel like a ghost
An unheard whisper
A grain of sand
On an empty beach.....
by Jemia

Could the opposite
Of serendipity
Be pity?
When you venture out
Looking for something
Truly wonderful
And all you find
Is ****
On your shoe
Like crap
On your soul

by Jemia

Every night
I am kept company
By the soft gentle glowing light
Emitted from my Dragon

My saviour
Should i awaken suddenly
When ive had a bad encounter
Whilst within the realms of dream world

Lit up all around
Are other Dragons
And Witches, Fairies, and Mermaids
Pixies, Elves, and Unicorns

All greet me
When i awaken
From my dreams
With a smiling ethereal beauty

Yet none wish to join me
As they all fear the land of the dreaming dead
Where monsters of another unknown reside
Ghosts of the past, present, and future

And hence my fear of sleep
Where a different reality dwells
The monsters that chase me in my repose
Lurking with malicious intent

Also lie,
Hidden behind smiling faces
Of some of humanity
Whilst awake, wide wild eyes open

All is silence not a peep
Like cat voyeurs, we watch them sleep
Dreaming away the hours
Of prowlings amongst spring flowers

The butterflies you chased after
Your cuteness and our laughter
As curious little noses
Sneezed at pollenated roses

And such innocence doth enchant
As a new born nephew, to his aunt
Tranquil, as a red sunset
Calm, as a storm unmet

As they sleepily awaken from their doze
A yawning purr and a lick of the nose
A stretch of claws, and how they mewed
A hungry demand, a cry for food

Oh cats, what a beautiful pair
As you lie upon the pillowed chair
What strange thoughts pass through your heads
As angels dance, and lovers wed

"Good morning mirror
How are you today?"
"Me?"
"I'm just reflecting
On my life
At how people approach me
Full of expectation
And hope
And denial
Then somehow resent me
When i tell them the truth
But only on a physical level
Sometimes
Even i
Can be shocked
Or surprised
I hide no secrets
Or tell no lies
Those lie
Within the realms
Of the beholder"
by Jemia

Despite this being the place of my birth
I'm not to keen on planet Earth
That's my opinion, for what it's worth

When lies become truths, and truths become lies
And reality becomes a thing, often denied
That's my opinion, behind which i cannot hide

Behind the mayhem, and ******, and pillage, and ****
Existence on Earth, is like a sour grape
That's my opinion, there is no escape

Countries where LGBT people and more
Face death penalties and prison, what for?
That's my opinion, careful where you tour

The same countries, where a blind eye is turned
Of wife beaters, and paedophiles, nothing is learned
That's my opinion, my stomach is churned

And despite a climate crisis all around
The political deafness and ignorance, is quite profound
That's my opinion, a level of stupidity to astound

At the end of the day, not being funny
But much of it is about brutality, and lust for money
That's my opinion, life is like bees without the honey

And prejudices towards colours, and creeds, and race
Or simply towards the look on your face
That's my opinion, we all bleed red

No way, for Norway
Fined for wearing shorts
Instead of brief bikinis
I wonder what would of happened
If men had to wear mankinis?

The Olympic Committee
Need to be exposed
For such a ridiculous ruling
As the Norwegians gained no advantages
In a competition so gruelling

by Jemia

A multi-spotted ladybird
Walked up my roller blind, a green matt
Would normally be in hibernation mode
But a rare warm spell, led it to my flat

An orangey colour, with many spots
Born to be wild, and to roam
Although my house, was not on fire
A ladybird, ladybird, flew away to my home

So ive now placed it on my tomato plant
To keep it warm overnight
Hoping it doesn't sneak into my boudoir
And give me a ladybird bite

So ive written this little poem
To remember this moment in my life
When a multi-spotted entity, entered my flat
That's my lady, not my wife

by Jemia

Caressing the ripples
The soft
But steady flow
Of the river
As i glide along
Paddling
Through puddles

As dappled echoes
Of moonlight
Float along
The dark
And shimmering water
There is a silence
Amongst the shadows
Of the clouded
Flickering stars
Their brightness
Mere ghosts
Lost diamonds
Echoes
Of their own existence
Floating through infinity

And over the dark horizon
Of this blue velvet night
I sense the waters edge
Listening
To the ebb, and flow
Of small waves
Running ripples
Caress the soft sand
The glowing moonlight
Seduces
Then takes my soul
To madness
Now i see

by Jemia

If men are from Mars
And women are from Venus
How come iv'e seen
A woman with a pen..
Writing poems that don't rhyme
And did you know Ur ****
Is three times the size, of planet Earth!
by Jemia

i don't want to fall in love, i want to drown in the flowing stream, and the rambling brook, running over the gleaming shiny pebbles of love, as fishes swim around, and tickle our feet, and have our arms encompassed around each other, as our two hearts beat in harmony with the delight of it all. my beating heart awaits this moment in anticipation x💕🦋 time for dreams **

by Jemia

Sometimes
When time seems
To be constantly
Hurtling forward
Into the future
It seems to stop
As though to catch
It's breath
And as it glances
Over it's right shoulder
It can see
All the time
Left in it's wake
Floating
Suspended
In it's own essence
But then time
Realises
That it must not
Stand still
Or go backwards
As it's quest
Is to forever
Forge ahead
Into unknown destinies
Time then
Moves on
For it has not
The time
To stop
One day
I will wake up dead
And for me
At least
Time will cease to be

by Jemia

I once
About thirty years ago
Spent one week
Sometime in December
Plucking turkeys
These turkeys
Were first
Hung upside down
By their feet
They then had their throats cut
And a plastic bag
Put over their heads, and neck
To collect the blood
And whilst they were in
Their final death throes
Of life
The turkey pluckers
Take over
As the feathers
Pluck easier
From warm bodies
The whole process
Seemed grotesque
And brutal
And for a brief moment
In my life
I was part of this
The following week
I was working
As an onion peeler
For a pate making company
It brought tears to my eyes
this year i'm having
My usual nut roast
Which is not dissimilar to stuffing
That i used to have
With my brutally murdered turkey
The good old days........

by Jemia

The Moon, now shone so bright
It had turned Earth to an eerie daylight
Apart from a silvery misty glow
That first ebbed, and then did flow

Pulsations came from beneath the Earth
Like Ancient times, whence the Moonbirth
The skies turned to a crimson silken red
As birth blood flowed, from mother Earths bed

All unseen nature, came into sight
For this was the unique Moonbirth night
Casting their magic, to and fro
As the newborn moon, began to grow

The fairies danced, in circles of delight
Around the glow, of this ****** moonlight
As all the other creatures, of this secret clan
Were set free, upon this sacred land

The moon glazed pink, as a newborn child
Parted mother Earth, for a far of wild
Now sat in the sky, a frog leap away
Soon became invisible, in the light of day

Other than sweet birdsong, and a shimmering
The Earth became silent, with a curious glimmering
Her ebb and flo, now quietened, and sublime
As the Moon found her place, in the echoes of time
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

(Some Questions)
1: If the Earth is flat
how deep is it?
2: What's on the other side
if no core
3: Do your members
Have flat testicles?
4: ???
There is no question four
by Jemia

As science
Further progresses
Into the intelligence
Of animals
Great, and small
Land, sea, and sky
And that they all
Have their own language
That one day
Science
Will learn to translate
In a way
What it is, they have to say
I wonder what these first words would be
And their perception
Of humanity........
'You are monsters!
Cruel
Greedy
Barbaric
Destructive
Ruthless
And those mostly responsible
For your plight
Are those in power
That give fright
Then flight'
And as this small
Beautiful
Goldfinch
Finished speaking
Its small, big, tiny heart
Broke, Then stopped beating

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

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

I saw a hairy spider
Crawling up my wall
I asked it to go away
As i didn't want it here at all

The spider stopped, then turned to me
Then looked me in the eye
"I'm not at all dangerous"
As it quickly scuttled by

I told him/her my spider fears
Like crawling down my throat
The spider responded suddenly
"You are a silly goat"

I caught it quickly in a drinking glass
And then secured it with a mat
Then threw it out the window
Out of my slightly cobwebbed flat

As it had told me a web of lies
That it wouldn't cause me harm
As just the very sight of it
Caused me great alarm

But now i have another problem
That fills me full of sighs
Without the spider in my flat
Ive nothing to catch the flies

by Jemia

I was walking, wandering

Down a street

In a far off land

Just the other day

I walked past what i thought

Was a pet shop

I saw an animal

In a cage

In the window

And as i passed

It yapped at me excitedly

Wagging its tail

Excitedly

I walked into the shop

This distant pet shop

In a far off land

And in my head

I sang "How much is that doggy in the window?"

"The one with the waggly tail?"

And before i had finished

Singing this song

The dog had been slain

I left the shop

Lost for words

Horrified

A passing stranger

Saw my anguish

Informing me

It was no longer a pet shop

Was now a butchers

The shop owner came out

And handed me the tail

"Tourist souvenir?"
.

A Strange Tale, And An Even Stranger Tail
(although curiously, there are no tales of tails?)
in a land
far far far away
lived a little tiny, incey wincey
hoojamawatchamacallitthingamybob
that spent all day
prancing
to scared of heights
to climb trees
and burrowing down holes
gave him the heebeejeebees
and when out walking in rough grass
worried about tripping over clods and such like
he couldn't swim, or paddle
so was scared of the sea
even though he lived inland
he refused to fly
even though he had wings
as was terrified of heights for this as well
but despite this
he was proclaimed leader
no votes were cast, or necessary
he became prime minister, and king
he passed no laws
he held no council
and no-one ever opposed him
largely because
he was the only inhabitant of this distant isle
he eventually died
as he ran out of grass to graze
and on that sad day
the hoojamawatchamacallitthingamybob species
expired, became extinct, and was no more
i know about him, as i was told by his ageing parrot
betwixt utterings of "pieces of eight!"
and "who's a pretty polly then?"
and "*******!"
i left the old bird to it
and sailed the seven seas
so i could now recount this tale
i am thankfully receiving counselling for this episode in my life
as i kept awakening in the night screaming
"who's a pretty polly then!"
and jumping off my perch!
by Jemia (who has undoubtedly fallen off her perch!) 😏🦄🦋🙃

So many people
Seem to refer to me
As he
With no malicious intent
I know
It's just my voice
No voice training
Because of heart stuff
So became a priority of choice
Perhaps
If i cut out my tongue
And thus be mute
I wouldn't be defined
By my voice
but this wouldn't be
Particularly cute
Every time though
I hear myself called he
My heart sinks
Into a wayward, silent misery
My big bang
Would be
When i have the voice
Of my heart, and soul
Which is she
Meanwhile
I shall have to survive
The Cosmic Dark Ages
In which to thrive

by Jemia

I had been lost in thought
And had just been thinking
That today was a very noisy day
So switched off my brain
And stopped thinking for a few moments
And was met with
Silence
It was then
That i realised
How busy
My brain had been
I could almost hear it
Clank!
by Jemia

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