I was dreaming
I was under water
Drifting along with the currents
Through the reed beds
Of a misty green sea.
Suddenly
I espied a swish
Of a large tail
As it swam by me
But the rest of the body
Of this unknown creature
Remained obscured
I could not see
Through the reeds
Of the misty green sea
I then wondered
As to why my flesh was bare
And also why i was not drowning
I stretched out my arms
Slowly pushing forwards
Gently caressing the water
It was at this moment
I realised,i had a tail
That i had swished
To aid my momentum
At this point
The creature reappeared
As she swam to me
Her long flowing hair
Was a myriad of red yellows, and blue
And her dazzling eyes
Were a subtle jadish hue
She then spoke to me
"Come Hethra, come hither"
"You're always daydreaming!"
And she gently, and gleefully laughed
"Daydreaming?" i thought
"Yes, daydreaming!" said this strange, and wonderful creature
Reading my thoughts
"Come, let us swim to the surface!"
"There is a beautiful moon tonight!"
So i followed her
For whatever else was happening to me
The thought of moonlight reflecting
On a dark blue-green sea
Calmed me
And soon forgot
That other world
That strange dreamworld
where i did not live in water
I was now
Where i should be
With my sister Inanna
Soon, we had gently broken through the surface
Pirouetting skywards
Greeted by a beautiful blue moon
Which shone through
Broken clouds, of a greyish hue
Its' reflection dancing gently
Upon the widening ripples
We began to sing
Beautiful serenades
To this wonderful planet
The mother of us all
And the sweet tranquility
She placed within our beating hearts

by Jemia

Along the River Rother
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank

Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken

The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia

Funny to think
That i have
Half the abilities
Of an Octopus
I have four limbs
Although i can't swim
Or emit ink
Unless it's from a pen!
And don't move my limbs
In the same way
As an Octopus would
Unless i'm inebriated
Or aroused
Or trying to be theatrical!
Just realised
That i don't really
Have much in common
With an Octopus
After all! :)

by Jemia

When it comes to Covid
I'm hoping for no Christmas presence

I once saw a cricket
Playing cricket
On a sticky wicket
With a piece of willow in hand
But he got bowled out
By a Yorker
As he didn't understand
That hopping around
Between the bails
Left him undiagnosed
In his second innings
Hopeful of new beginnings
He then got rapidly stumped
Betwixt a maiden over
As his wicket was left exposed
Forlornly he left the field
And drowned his sorrows in nectar
Vowing never to play cricket again
As he changed his name to Hector
Sadly this was short lived
As he hopped along a lonely road
A long slimey slippery tongue popped out
As he got swallowed by a toad!

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

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

it's that time of night,
when there is almost a complete silence,
other than the screeches of foxes,
or the occasional cat fight,
and the clanking whirring of my ancient laptop,
which was forged at the beginning of time,
surprised
it hasn't got a starting handle
to crank it up,
it's original owner was a vicar
(which i mentioned before, and joked
that the 3 most worn letters were DOG!)
! think i may need a cranking handle for myself one day
(not a euphemism,
nor a euphonium
come to that,
although an euphemism
could ultimately lead to euphoria,
whereas an euphonium
will only produce wind!)
methinks time for sleep....
dreet sweams 💕🦄🙂🦋

by Jemia

What Price Inspiration?
I once read a book
Or saw a film
A fiction
With friction
A middle-aged writer
Or some such thing
In the Far East
Or was it West?
Or somewhere else?
Who made a deal
With a devil
Or someone of that ilk
That the price
To write a best seller
Was one of his digits
He'd presumably
Had had some success
As there were three fingers missing
From his left hand
But was now hooked on fame
I wondered at what strange magic
Would reward such a thing
Perhaps none at all
Perhaps it was merely an illusion
Or delusion
Perhaps he was inspired
By the intense pain
As each digit
Was painfully removed
By a sharp knife
And this pain
Was his portal
To his imagination
Ive had moments of severe pain
None of which have been
That inspiring
Do i need my little finger?
Apart from when i'm drinking tea!

by Jemia

The owl, and the pussycat
Went to sea
Why?
It's a mystery to me

Hoot went the owl
And meow went the cat
As they sat on an ocean
Ever so flat

Off they drifted
In the deep blue sea
They had a wonderful time
But nowhere to ***

So they pulled out the cork
Of their pea-green boat
To their horror
Were no longer afloat!

But that's another story
So i won't take it to far
As they abandon the boat
And opt for a car

The owl, and the pussycat
Instead, went for a drive
As neither could swim
And wanted to thrive

Where i'm going with this
I have not any idea
But thanks for the inspiration
To the Brilliant Edward Lear!

by Jemia
(written in a bar called The Owl, And The Pussycat!)

The veins of the sprout
stretching out
exploring its own universe
like a small planet
indulging in its own leafy world
as it unveils its inner soul
hidden behind a hundred emerald jackets
it has no vision
just a sense of its own being
and connectivity, to its family
connected to their stalk of life
it feels it has no purpose
yet senses, in some way
it is here for a purpose
then one day
it is cut, from its source of life
then thrown
into a pan of boiling water
screaming at its own end
yet vaguely aware
that it is about to be consumed
and that some of the consumers
don't even like it
and wonders then
at the futility of its existence

Once, many years ago, when our daughter was only four, five, or six.
We took her into the local grocers shop.
She was puzzled at the sign 'Hand Washed Baby Potatoes'.
So i explained to her, that the potatoes came via a children's nursery,
where the babies were gainfully employed washing small (new) potatoes,
and for this, their payment was a small bag of fresh nappies........
by Jemia

Every night
And part of every day
From June
To the following May

I sleep with rubber, times two
In my curious boudoir
Like a hot water bottle version
Of a *******!

by Jemia (at 3:21am this morning!)

If the world
Was indeed flat
I'm sure it would tip over
Just like that
Like scales
The weight of the West
Would unbalance
The rest
As we would then
Be catapulted into
The darkness
Of space
Equal
Only in death
Everything that lives
Can't just take
It needs to also
Give
Love, and care
Alone
Does not feed
The hungry
As words
Will not repair
The home
We all share
When we damage the Earth
We are damaging ourselves
Like masochistic
Warriors

by Jemia

Beach residents of a different ilk
The council once tried to milk
To fill their coffers, and fill their bag
In protest the residents, hoisted the American flag

The council now, were somewhat irate
As the beach was now, an American state
The beach party revolted, against their persecution
In 1822, began their American revolution

The floundered galleons, were now upside down
Forming a part, of the America Ground
As the flag flew high, the banners' star spangle
It's shadow now cast, over the Trinity Triangle

by Jemia

on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
been there a few times of late
got a destiny, but not a date

staring up, at a clear blue sky
nature sobs, but cannot cry
the heat of the warming sun
is still awaiting, till winter’s done

meanwhile, a virus has come to play
no-one really wants it to stay
most think it most uncouth
but at least it doesn’t, destroy our youth

not like the weapons of a murderous war
young or old, life blood is poured
under the guise of honour, not money
human treacle, disguised as honey

but i fear, deep down inside
where love and peace, had a chance to reside
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
by Jemia

What is a jacket potato
Without a jacket?
Or a pea
Without a pod?
Or a cow, without an udder
It's a bull you silly sod!
Or milk without
A milk float
Or tiddlies
Without a wink
Or a candle
Without a wick
Or two short  planks
That aren't particularly thick!
Is misnomer
A female gnome
And why can't  guinea pigs
Neither grunt, nor fly?
And how can there be
Elephants in a room
Without an elephant in sight
And never seen a bull in a china shop
Or a dead Dodo, goodnight!

by Jemia

Last night
I had an ****** dream
Involving scissors
It was a non-cutting experience
No marks
Or remarks
At a snip
And she didn't
Bite my lip
I do miss her
She was a lovely kisser
And i will take delight
If i dream of her again tonight
Such sweet sensual dreams

by Jemia

Wings
They said
"I think she's having another turn!"
I drifted off again
This time, i dreamt i was riding on the back of a Dragon
And i remember
How beautiful the landscape below us was
As i felt the warm breeze, brush against my skin
And looking down
Could make out the green lushness of the forest below
The glinting silver freckles
Coming from a rambling brook
That wove its way through the forest
I thought i espied
Fish, leaping along upstream
And then, amongst the trees
Tiny glimmers of light
Floating along, like butterflies
Whilst lost in the beauty of all below me
I suddenly realised i had wings
And the Dragon spoke to me
"Your majesty."
"It is time for you to fly!"
At this point, i thought of two things
Well three things actually!
If i included the Dragon, the fact that it could talk, my fear of heights,
that i had wings, and that the Dragon had addressed me as "your majesty"!
Which actually comes to five things!
But fear of heights, came out top,
As the Dragon, suddenly dipped down
Leaving me on my own, mid-air
Thinking i was certain to plummet to my death
An unknown instinct came to me
As i felt my arms, doing a flapping movement
Amd soon i was gently gliding downwards
And the fear, and panic, faded away, into the ether
As feelings of joy, and exhilaration  swept through me
And i felt a pure love of my existence
I slowly glided downwards,
With the wind gently caressing my hair
Towards the brook
As i felt thirsty
And the water looked clear, and clean
And fresh
And thus would be safe to drink....
by Jemia

Today's The Day
I get my jab
@ 9.10 am approx
To avoid pandemic pox
A vaccine in a needle
In my arm to stab
My only real fear
Is the taxi cab!
by Jemia

Her husband was a sailor
Who sailed the Seven Seas
Her early years were spent
In care, homelessness, and other miseries

They then met, and came together
A truer love was rarely found
They lived sincere, and honest life's
And were forever bound

He oft returned, with tokens of love
Discovered from around the world
With tales of each lashing wave
Were regularly unfurled

Producing a wooden red yo yo from his pocket
He'd purchased something new
Its' up and down movements
Were like the oceans blue

For three long months now, she's mourned his passing
After a lifetime of love, laughter, and good cheer
Yet curiously, only just last week
The long time missing red yo yo, did mysteriously reappear

She told me, she doesn't believe in ghosts
But this is very strange indeed
It's as though he sent her this special gift
To comfort her, in her moment of need

by Jemia

I am a pessimist
When things go wrong
I kind of expect it
When things go right
I am suspicious of it
It's further to fall
From the dizzy heights
Of quiet hope
by Jemia

My poor poor rabbit
It is no more
With its soft floppy ears
And deep blue one eye
Shall no longer
Hop around the hutch
I'll miss
Miss Floppy Fun Bun
And how
You brought a twinkle
To my eyes
I don't know
Where to inter her
As i don't have room
In my special garden
Which is a bit bushy
I wonder if she's
Recyclable?

by Jemia

That wownow moment
When something wows you
Right now
Well
What did you expect?
A poem?
Tis more profound
Than words
But so is chocolate custard!

by Jemia

The clock
Hangs on my wall
The pendulum
No longer swings
But time still passes
As the hands
Marry at 12 o'clock
Twice a day
And have passing flings
As every hour passes
The minute always chasing
Then overtaking
The hour
Kissing the passing
Of time

by Jemia

If you can't judge a book
By its cover
Or the first tantalising kiss
From a lover
As you read through the pages
Traversing the stages
Of each chapter in life
The cover may be crumpled
And well read
The new lover
May seem good in bed
It's when the honeymoon
Has come to an end
That you may discover
Your lover
Is also your friend
Or you write
A fresh chapter
To your life
A romantic mystery?
Or a bloodied knife?

by Jemia

Upon a boat so very old
That had sailed the seven seas
Despite its rusting disease
It was now aged, crumbling, and cold

It finally came to a Titanic end
No crew, so no lifeboats were used
The boat had been long abused
Now washed ashore, without a friend

It sat on a sad, and lonely beach
Facing one of the seas, on which it once did float
But now in decay, this ramshackle boat
As the ocean became out of reach

So one day, i clambered aboard this dead life
And treading with great care
Upon many a rusted stair
As the chill air cut like a knife

Yet one cabin, still looked fresh
Although it was clean
There was no life to be seen
And it was the colour of cool flesh

A cool breeze blew through the large porthole
That still had a flaying curtain
Flapping in strands, as though uncertain
At the fate of its last residents' lost soul

I approached this circular space
And when i peered through
I imagined hearing the lost crew
Ghosts from another time, and place

by  Jemia

The only comment
Shouted at me today
As i made my wobbly way
To the Osteopaths
Were from some women from afar
Who'd travelled from Londinium
Presumably by car
Shouted out at me
As i walked uphill
Towards the Old Town Osteopathy
"COR!"
"Did you see those lovely legs?"
I walked on up the steps
Lost in my humble modesty
Happy that i possessed
Something still
Of a distracted attraction
I shall never tire of any compliment
Grateful for small mercies
I sometimes wonder
If a small mercy
Is a me
A mer
A merc....
Mmmmmm?
Thank you

by Jemia

I woke up
Realised i was still alive
So what next?
Went to the bathroom
And tried to converse
With a spider
Trapped within the bath
Clambering unsuccessfully
to escape it's confines
So i think it was to pre-occupied to respond
Left a towel overhanging
Looked out of the window
And saw that this part of the planet
Was still there
Although
If my window
Looked over elsewhere
Then my view
May not be through a glass window
As that may be lying at my feet
Or blowing up
Into my face
As a grim reality
Sets in
That i'm in a different place
No bombs
Just bombshells
As i live
In a different kind of hell

by Jemia

I have a red telephone box
Placed within my room
It's in the same tradition
As the red Victorian style post box
At the top of my road
The post box is functional
My telephone box is not
The immediate obvious problem
Is that it has no phone
The second problem
It has no windows
Which wouldn't matter in nice weather
But not so good in a winter storm
And besides, without the windows
There'd be no privacy
The third, and perhaps, the biggest issue
It's only about the twentieth of the size
And is in fact
A red metal novelty thingy
But would be suitable for
Pixies
That's assuming, that Pixies
Would have any use for a telephone box
As unlike myself
I imagine that most fairy folk
Now have smart phones
So ive cancelled my request
For a telephone engineer
And glazier
And will now, perhaps
Plant some phoney Peonies within it
Or use it as a bird feeder....
by Jemia

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

The Black Horse, a gin house
On an area, quite profound
Many a seafarer, got blown of course
When landing in the America Ground

The Black Horse soon expired
And was lost, there was no search
But soon the ground was rebuilt, not hired
By the Holy Trinity Church

***** trapped bras
Like wheel less cars
Like a horse
Without a saddle
Or a canoe
Without a paddle
Or a poet
Without a quill
Or butterflies
Without wings
Caterpillars!
And that kind of thing
Sometimes
All we have to do
Is get in the queue
Although not much fun
When queuing for the loo!

by Jemia

20 years ago today, i got talking to my then wife, about all the imbalance in the world, and that sooner or later, the have nots, will respond, and react, to those that have, the basics of drinking water, food, and a roof over their head, and medicines. and that some of these will lash out be it religious, political, or racial differences, or all three, and that i had a really horrible feeling something was going to happen very soon. i'd never had such an extreme 'instinct' like this before, but had no idea how it would be acted out. this ramble/rant lasted for an hour, but i felt i had to tell her, but was hoping it was just a severe moment of angst. the next morning, i got a phone call from my wife, she said "turn the telly on!" a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre, and like everyone else was thinking how terrible, how could such an accident happen? then everyones nightmarish worst possible thoughts were confirmed when the second plane crashed, and the real horror that this was a deliberate act hit home. yet it was like watching a dystopean Hollywood disaster movie. and it scared me further, as i had kind of sensed it the night before, it for me was almost like a predictive text. ive witnessed the best of human behaviour, but ive also been on the receiving end of the worst, so i live life with eyes wide open. receiving the good people with open arms, whilst trying to understand the bad, and what made them that way, and would echo the words of John Lennon "give peace a chance" i know this is just a hope, and that Utopia for some, is another persons nightmare ie one persons meat, is another persons poison. variety is the spice of life, i just wish we could all accept our differences, i live with a small dollop of hope, but realise that my ambitious words written when i was 16 "love peace, and peace will love you" were naive, but hopefully one day 💕🦋💕

Come hither, my dragon friend
I am in danger
Fly fast, fly true
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!

Come hither, with your firey breath
Don't be a stranger
Fly as the wind, and defy the old Yew
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!

Come hither, please save me
As i lie in my manger
Before the Changeling is due
Wairooo! wairooo! wairooo!

by Jemia

BREAKUP
Emotions laid bare
As stark cold reality
Slaps me in the face
And rips out my heart...

A myriad of multi-coloured butterflies,
  Nestled in my hair
Around my neck, a necklace of silver dragonflies
  Are quietly resting there
In the centre of my forehead
  An intuitive third eye lies
And behind me, dancing fairies
  Reaching for the skies
Then finally, the expression on my face
  Would be a look of wonderment, as i flew up into space

by Jemia

Tears
Have
Echoes

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

Second visit for the Jabawonky
On friday May the Seven
Which hopefully send the Covid
Not to a kind of virus heaven!

I'll be tentative, around ten to ten
As i await my chariots arrival
Not doing this for the fun of it
It's all about survival!

So if my chariot is late
I'll kidnap a local donkey
As i must have this second one
Of this vaccine Jabawonky!

by Jemia

Yahoo! Pigeon poo
Who could ask for more?
Spending a lazy Sunday afternoon
Scrapings away galore

But this time they're not guilty
For the leaking's in the flat just below
Puddles on the Balcony
With nowhere to easily flow

So have cancelled out the Pigeon Pie
Despite their messy habits woe
But i may well go slightly Cuckoo
If my Balconies rivers don't flow

This is a true story
Of my plight
On this day 11th April
Spent scraping up Pigeon ****/poo!
by Jemia

Why did you leave
Your children alone?
As their ashes lay scattered
Along with your home

Ladybird, Ladybird
Your tears of regret
Won't bring back your children
Their fate is now set

by Jemia

So i'm home alone
Throughout this festive period
No contacts to see
No zoom
Just me
Alone in my room
But ive got a roof
And food in stock
And a bolted door
That no-one will knock
Although ive lost my voice
As i don't know what to say
My humour for now
Has wilted away
by Jemia

Ebbing, and flowing
Arterial memories
Cry me a river

by Jemia

A warm, and gentle zephyr breeze
Kissed me gently, between my knees
And up it rose, between my thighs
Like sensual lips, and silent sighs

I quietly blushed, a pinkish red
As i lay upon, a flowery bed
Then slowly, i closed my shyish eyes
And dreamt of dreams, with butterflies

Their silken wings, softly fanned
Whilst my yearning soul, and heart expand
I kissed the breeze, and suns embrace
Which caressed my lips, then kissed my face

The wind grew wilder, And quite intense
Its' pure desires, caressed my essence
But soon passed, and gradually thinned
This soft, and sensual, kissing wind

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

What is the use
Of being
As sharp
As a pin
If nobody
Gets
The
Point ?

by Jemia

The America ground, without recourse
Where smugglers, thieves, and vagabonds so coarse
Woulds't quaff, ale, or gin, at The (dubious) Black Horse

by Jemia

The    Air that we breathe
The    Water that we drink
The     Food that we eat
These United
The     Lifeblood of our survival
They need to stay connected
One missing link
And the game is over
For humanity
And mother Earth
We are all mere strands
In the web of life
Break the strands
That nature provides
Then, when
The ecosystem collapses
Under the weight
Of our demands
And abuse
And greed
Then we all die
We all know what happens
When a house of cards
Collapses

by Jemia

So hope springs eternal
As a calm sea
Caresses the golden sands of Elmer
As a soft zephyr
Lifts up the wings
Of a butterfly
As it gently
And beautifully
Floats bye
And lost in the wonder
Of it all
As the sun
Begins to set
My heart purrs
As salty tears of delight
Trickle softly
Down my cheeks
I stand enchanted
Like oil on canvas
Revealing the changing colours
Of water
As i reflect
On the glowing
Subtle sun
Which sinks
Into the darkening horizon
And i am left
Enchanted
By the echoes
Of dying stars
And timeless memories

by Jemia