Touche
It is oft said
That the pen
Or quill
Is mightier
Than the sword
This obviously
Doesn't work
On a physical level
Unless your pen
Is actually
Like a secret weapon
That fires bullets
Or poison darts
Or some such thing
On another level
If you have written
In a language
That the sword bearer
Doesn't understand
Your pen may as well
Have no ink!
Funny that the word sword
is an anagram of
Words
And if sticks, and stones
Can break your bones
And words can never hurt you
Then a sword
Serves a better use
Than mere words
And becomes a far superior weapon
Unless of course
You have a crossbow
Guns, tanks
Nuclear warheads
Insanity!

by Jemia

Yesterday
My brain
Was wrought
Like iron
In, and on, fire
Shaped
And hammered
Into a multitude
Of thoughts
And like iron
Today
I
Rust in peace
by Jemia

Today, ive awoken
With a lingering
Of tears
I could cry
But withhold
As i fear
That one drop
Would lead to a deluge
That could not be stemmed
So i hold them back
And wipe away
The few leaking dewdrops
That leaked onto the page
On which i write
Of sorrow, and sadness
My tears, like me
Remain alone
A mere drop
In the ocean
A grain of sand
On an empty beach
A dying distant star
It's last flickers
Of light
Begin to fade away
As it disappears
Into the voids, of space
by Jemia

Life!
I am no more than a speck
A minuscule particle
Floating through
The infinity of time
And space
If reincarnation
Is a reality
Or merely theoretical
Then on average
If i lived for 64 years
in every lifetime
Since Earth began 4.5 billion years ago
I would of lived, 70,312,500 times!
And in that time, how much:
Food eaten = tonnes!
Sleep = @ 6 hours per night = 1,125,000,000 years
Wees etc = oceans!
*** = a multiple of multiple *******!
Farts = climate changing
Distance walked = @ 1,000 minimum miles per year
Total = 4,921,875,000,000 miles
Equivalent to walking round the planet
196,875,000 (197 million times!)
Just when i thought i'd lost my
'get up , and go'
Ive been there, and gone!
But, probably only changed gender
During any one of my 70 million lifetimes
Once!
by Jemia

(A customers address)
I envisaged loads of Moles
Hanging out together
And imagined being there
I approach the one
That's trying to act
Particularly cool
Joint in hand
Wearing shades
I say "hi!"
She says
"Hi, i am a mole
And i live in a hole!"
I say
"You should see my flat!
It's a mess!"
"Cool!" says the mole
"Fancy some Vermian spaghetti?" says the mole
"You mean worms?" i replied
"Well yeah, but we're posh moles!"
"Is that the time?" says i
And as i leave
I say
"Beware the mole catcher!
"No need" said the mole
"He leaves us be"
"Ah, cool" says i
"See you later, Alligator" says i
"In a hole" says the mole

by Jemia

As i lie, in my makeshift marmalade bed
Awaiting dreams, to enter my head
Suddenly, i'm all afloat
Upon a dreamy waxen, candle-lit boat
Then from the depths, of a deep blue sea
A curious creature, glides slowly to me
As it approaches, i'm soon to espy
As i float upwards, to a purple sky
I look below me, to a tormented troubled sea
Strangely, and surprisingly, i see another me
Yet within an eye-blink, i land on a soft sapphire sand
As a  sandstorm passes, i withstand
On the horizon, a faint figure approaches
I hear their voice in my head, as it encroaches
As she draws close, she hands me a gift
Of magical enchantment, to close this rift
I blink my eyes, and i'm somewhere new
As all around me, has now turned blue
An alien speaks to me, with a far-off voice
Invites me to join them, it's my choice
So i follow these benign beings, to another world
Where a tall wooden house, becomes unfurled
With a blink of an eye, and the flap of a wing
I'm on a marshmallow bed, that is able to sing
It sings me a lullaby, as i happily weep
And before i know it, i'm fast asleep

Should i compare thee to a summers day,
or pin down your wings, and put you on display?
or admire your beauty, from afar
or swat, and beat you
as i don't understand, what breed you are
or breathe in this beautiful diversity of being
or tear off your wings
without even seeing...

ive tried catching time
8:30 in the morning
ive come close
several times 8:29...8:31
a few occasions
ive missed 8:30 literally by a few seconds
but still, somehow
he eludes me
and slips through my fingers
oft believing, i will never catch him
i think some times
are just impossible to catch
9:37pm i find equally as elusive
and difficult
and sometimes is a master of disguise
as sometimes uses the pseudonym
of 21:37
and on other occasions
tricks me
by being in different places
at different times
and by the time i get there
time has moved on
it's a funny thing
that as i get older
time seems to speed up
if i could only slow it down
i did once
make time stand still, but replaced it's battery
and by that time
i'd lost track of what the real time was
so now, i just let time
pass me by
is that the time?
must fly......
bye bye 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
💕🦋

So here i am
Dwelling again
Yet my heart
Remains homeless
And uninhabitable

The slimy slippery eels slip by
To avoid the dangerous hook
The eels can be terribly shy
And especially hard to cook!

Forsooth
I am kerfuffled
And confused
And muddled
And bemused
Wherefore am i?
Do i lie
Upon a lonesome
Love weary hill?
Like a stricken tree
A lightning strike
Struck
And made amuck of me
Now i am charcoal
And sketched
By my own dead limbs
No birdsong in my branches
I can only cast
Skeletal shadows
Of the feckless dead
A ghost
Of my former glory
A blossomed spring
Lain dead in my history
No mystery
Nature spoke
Then i broke
The final cost
My roots are lost
by Jemia

Lunar See
there is a beautiful golden orb
floating in the night sky.
i thought at first
it was my otherworldly friends
coming to take me home,
but it's just the
Moon!

by Jemia

It's now gone four in the morning
The dreams will offer no warning
Ghosts from the distant past
The clouds in my head, shall remain overcast
My visions only proffer things bleak
Seemingly seconds, have become a week
Time now accelerating, to the speed of light
As night becomes day, and day becomes twilight
How quickly time vanishes, whilst i lay on my bed
At the blink of an eye, i'll one day soon, wake up dead
As with horror, i'll find ive aged twenty years
And they'll be no-one at my funeral, to shed any tears
As all my writings, will be casually cast aside, and into the abyss
As i join it, a nightmare of a life, gone all amiss
by Jemia

One fine Summers day
A bird
And a bee
Had it away

This much puzzled
My childhood mind
As i could not imagine
*** of this kind

Did the birds get stung
Or the bees get pecked
Did they float in the air
Whilst having ***?

Would the bees buzz
Or the birds go cheep
Or after have a cigarette
Or fall asleep?

Who was on top
Or underneath
Did they use a pill
Or a birdbee sheath?

And which was my mother
The bird, or the bee?
Shall remain for now
A mystery....
by Jemia

Beautiful aged pine
Antiquated emotions
Always trodden on

glistening soil
harbinger of spring
innocent earthworms
juicy birdfood
living spaghetti

As i awaken to the sweet sound of your voice
Early morning dew, hangs lazily from freshly woven webs
You lift my beating heart, as easily as beautiful birdsong
Gently serenading my soul,as my eyes greet the dawn light
I behold azure clouds, lightened by the morning sun
A soft zephyr, breezes through an open window
Caressing my warming, rested flesh
As your eyes radiate, a pure and magical true love
Which enchants, my beating heart
My love for you, knows no end
Is as infinite, and eternal as time
And the rising, and setting, of a glowing golden sun
by Jemia

Passing clouds of fantasy, rise from the briar bowl
Scamper along the ceiling, then disperse
Like a Hamadryad, on a dying tree
The soft cumulus without, returns to weep
Solitary droplets, splatter on the rooftops
As a rainbow arcs over the distant horizon
The sky soon clears
The cool autumn sun, shrinks with the cold
Soon, the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees stretch and yawn
In anticipation of the coming winter cold
The sun has now set
Birdsong is silenced by the hooting of an owl
As a variety of screeches, from creatures that prowl
The twilight soon becomes night
The night becomes enchanted
And possessed of a curious mystique
Mesmerised by the sight
As fairies take flight
Casting their magic, so unique.

The face of the school clock
That remembered the faces
That viewed it so keenly
And wished it would go faster!

Just a wisp, of a whispering
That gently lifts,rusting, rustic leaves
Subtle fading hues, of yellows, and reds
Ageing, a varicosity. of ebbing life
Cast along, under a darkening silver sky
Dry, and parched, with gnarled time
Fading echoes, of former glories
Where once, they reigned supreme
Amongst higher ambitions
Attached to thrones, that dust the skies
Where the world, lay beneath
Now withering, and aged
Their colour still revealed
Secrets of their former glories
And beautiful charm
As they are now swept along
A greying earth
Soon to crumble, into non-existence
The leaves have left
The trees, now bare, and barren
Silhouetted shadows
Against a dark, and dreamy
Moonscape
by Jemia

The pirouetting silhouette
A dancing shadow
Like a vague memory
Of forgotten dreams
And silent whispers
by Jemia

only half an hour
before i escape the captivity
of this tubular cage
then released
into the brickwork jungle
down the throat of London
where consumers
are consumed.
the return journey
is like London
regurgitating me
i have at least escaped!

What Lies, Behind A Smile
The silence
Can be so loud
Like being alone
When lost in a crowd
I sometimes wear
This hooded cloak
Of sadness
Hidden below
A forced smile
The veil of hope
Beneath this surface
Lies despair
A book
Without its cover
Empty pages
With hidden truths
Of the sad reality
Of loneliness

by Jemia

Last night
I dreamt
I was in the midst
Of a thunderstorm
In a strange house
In a strange land
Alone
At first
Until
A past love
Bid me goodnight
Then disappeared
I found a box of matches
And a candle
As i fear the inner darkness
The storm
Blew over
I awoke
Safe
The ex love reappeared
And we hugged
Then we kissed
Passionately
The same intensity
Was still there
Yet we both knew
It would not  rekindle
A candle
That had no wick
Her desires
Were of a different ilk
Of what i had been
And no longer was
Nor had truly ever been
by Jemia

I glance out of my window
I see the raindrops
Little globules
Like trickling tears
I am sad
As i cannot now do
What i was hoping to do
The wet, and windy weather
Now imprisons me
The cheerless cold
Rain has stopped play
I shall not create
Any automatons today
No art, or comfortable company
A treasured moment
Cut short
The raindrops
Still trickle down
Without malice
I shall instead
Venture down
Another rabbit hole
Like Alice

by Jemia

I used to break the ice at parties
Last night
All i managed to do
Was break a grandfather clock
Christmas tree decoration
In my attempt
To physically demonstrate
How time flies
Unfortunately
The person
I threw it to
Didn't catch it
I then looked on in horror
As did the audience
Who witnessed
Both time flying
And time standing still
As the grandfather clock
Christmas tree decoration
Fell to the floor
And broke into a million pieces
Leaving
Just the remnants of time
Scattered
I played with time, and lost
Time to go

by Jemia

maybe because it's English,
or don't have religious belief
or transgender
a recent comment received

or maybe my poetry is *******
and perhaps i should write no more
but i did kind of hope for more response
is my writing really that poor?

i probably don't want the answers
the pain would be to much
and it's now gone three in the morning
and i'll start speaking double Dutch

but the truth to tell, i'm bored with life
and came hear for a lift
and thought i'd share my writings
not causing any rift

perhaps it's time to bid farewell
and return to my far of world
seek out new adventures
to see what will maybe unfurl

or sit alone in my ramshackle flat
and reflect on better days
where once there was happiness in my life
whereas now there is just malaise

so fair ye well you kindred folk
i may soon bid you all adieu
and rest on my laurels, and derriere
and find a peace, now long overdue
bye Jemia

Giggling vermIAN
First wriggling,
then squirmIAN
Bird beak firmIAN

The stargazer
The dreamer
Another Existence
Another world
Another fancy
Another dream
Stargazing
Into the realms
Of parallel worlds
The surreal
Becomes a new reality
Echoes of life
Across the universe
And the profound infinity
Of time
Seen by the dying embers
Of the lights
In the night sky
That wink
At the blink of an eye
by Jemia

the flames of passion
burn into my soul
as i shed my tears
of self indulgence

Mew-Sings Of A Philosophical Cat
I purr
Their fur
I Siam
(Day Cat Art)
by Jemia

I am a bit puzzled,
Kerfuffled,
And confused
As i don't understand
Why
My feet
Are called feet
When they are only
Nine inches long
And ive always been
A size eight
Puzzling in itself
As feet normally
Grow larger with age
Yet now
I'm a size seven
And that pussyfooting
Has nothing to do
With either
Cats
Nor feet?
by Jemia

How quickly time
Evaporates
Like early morning mist
On dewy meadows
As silvery dewdrops
Fall freshly
From fading frozen webs
As they shrink
And dissipate
Into the ether
Of an ethereal world
Sweet as sugar
And as smooth as chocolate

by Jemia

I was always colourful

Even in my teens

Making patchwork Jackets

And altering my (genes) jeans!


by Jemia

The trinity Church
Built over the Black Horse Inn
Where gin was oft quaffed

by Jemia

As i traverse the mists of time
Through the loneliness of space
My thoughts pirouette
Spirals going viral, in a virulent place

Away in a far flung universe
On a parallel world
I think of things unthought of
As my dreams begin to unfurl

Dreams! such curious dreams
Wild, as wild as a passion
As sweet. as sweet as honey
Of a love, of a different fashion

So here i am, on table 16
Although ive now moved on by
Why? as i was on the middle table
And feeling a little shy...

by Jemia

The Whisper
The Lyre Harp
Lay upon the small wooden table
Unused
Unplayed
Unable
Other than a few strums
Plucked at random
And curiosity
Hoping to accidentally
Come across a tune
But mostly to no avail
Apart from one chord
Reverberating
Echoing
A solo single note
That faded
Like a smouldering fire
Caught in the breeze
Becoming no more
Than a wisp
Of a whisper
by Jemia

People, have become like ghosts
Unseen, and invisible
Drifting off into the ether
Unlikely to see, or speak to
Until i communicate to saddened strangers
Or see, at the end of next week
Where i'll exist briefly
In the company of artists
Perhaps
It's the looming
Fruit moon
Where i become
Moonishly,, and mawkishly,maudlin
Alone with my thoughts
As i'll never adjust to this being
A single  lonely singularity
no wonder it's called SAD

by Jemia

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

Bubbling expectancy
And trembling fear
The effects of the apocalypse
Were slowly drawing near

Dust clouds of fallout
Became the after scourge of man
Along with the destruction
Became the nucleus, of the nuclear plan

As peoples watched in terror
Eyeballs were melted out
Flesh dropped off their bones
They had no time to shout

Yet still fresh mushrooms grew
Destruction now, on auto-pilot
Press button technology
Supremacy, gains ill-got

There was no-one left around
To examine mankinds' black box
Apart from cockroaches
Who were immune to the nuclear pox.

Missing
like a young puppy
with an eager wagging tail
knowing ive made a mess
but desiring to be picked up
and praised
and loved
and adored
and cherished
and told what a good girl i am
and **** myself
with the excitement
of it all
but instead
ive trapped myself
in the doghouse
its dark
im scared
and all alone
and i cant seem to find my way out

Naked Cherry Blossoms
Are far more ****
When clothed
A bit like me really!
by Jemia

I am like a soggy leaf
Flapping haphazardly
In a wet winding wind
That may occasionally
Kiss you wetly, gently
Upon your cheek
You will then
Tear me off
And cast me asunder
As i fall
Crunched, and crumbling
To the moist wet earth below
Then trodden underfoot
With only the imprint
Of your size sixes
Left embedded in my wrinkled memories.
Or would you,
Keep me, and take me home?
Forever to remember
That wet kiss, on that stormy day
With fondness, and fun
Dry me out
Then press me
Buried inside
Then under
A few volumnous
Tomes?
I would be very impressed!
by Jemia

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

Dreary weary sleepy eyes
Blinking
Like roller blinds
Going up, and down
Letting in the brightness
Of a single lamp
On the darkened inner lids of my vision
But the weight of sleep
Hangs heavily
As the now subtle glimmering
Dims
My mind momentarily
Awakens
Readying itself
For the dreams that await me
As i'm soon to venture into another new world
My eyes open one last time
As if to bid farewell
To the woken reality
I'm to leave behind
The light now fades
As my mind
Enters the curious strangenesses
Of sleep
Sweet dreams....?

Crowded beaches
Crowded protestations
Crowded roads
Crowded shops
Clouded logic
Everything has a sequel (ask Hollywood)
Including viruses (ask Leicester)
I'm sure the pharmaceuticals
Will make a killing
Out of a cure

Mead, and red wine

Individually

Are fine

Mixed together

During the course of a night

Consequences

Hangover

Feels like

Forever!

But fine

At the time

Infamous

Last words

Absurd

Unlike lemon curd...?

by Jemia

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

Other Realities
What if?
This life we all live
Is a parallel world
And our dreams, and imaginings
Are the true reality
Yet to be unfurled
And our life
As it is now
Is just in our head
As we are estranged
From our sanity
As we dream in our bed
And everything we see
And everything we do
And everything we think we remember
Turns out to be untrue
What if?
The sky is purple
And the sea is pink
The sun is scarlet
And the moon is like India ink
Your eyes are your heart
And your brain is your soul
And your thoughts are jigsaws
No longer whole
And you can't join the pieces
And you don't know the place
As you look in a mirror
But you don't have a face
And you wake from this dream
Yet you're still fast asleep
As you get lost in your thoughts
Of other realities, that no longer run deep

by Jemia