There was a young lady called Jemia,
Who's name rhymed with messiah
She had a funny feeling
When down crashed her ceiling
But her tomatoes were still there to admire!
by Jemia

On my way to the Red Post Box today, i was caught in a sudden heavy rainfall, also the wind suddenly picked up, and within seconds, there were wet autumnal, sodden yellows, reds, and brown, rusting, and rustic leaves flapping around, one of which, slapped me around my cheek!
I carried on walking, my only concern, was to make sure i posted the small bundle of envelopes i had clutched in my hand, and that actually, i quite enjoyed the rain, i found it's honesty, refreshing. The envelopes only suffered mild moistening, where some droplets had run of my hands. I posted the letters into the welcoming mouth of the Red Post Box. I  was about to turn around, and make my way home, when the Red Post Box spoke to me! "I hear that you mention me on your FB posts quite often, and also in your short stories and poetry, like i'm some kind of inanimate object, but refreshed that you don't say anything negative about me, i still feel taken for granted!" L looked the Red Post Box, straight in the mouth (it obviously had no eyes!) I was about to say something, but then remembered the other day when i'd been chatting with a Daisy, and after, a slightly psychotic Mole, and that some neighbours had witnessed this, and given me a "LOOK!" So i quietly whispered to the Red Post Box "I'll write to you" and left

These are the hands
That hold a pen
That help me to write
Now, and again
These are the hands
That i can count my fingers
To work out a sum
When my mind lingers
These are the hands
When joined with another
That expresses fondness
And desire for a lover
These are the hands
That i stuck in the air
When knowing the answer
To a question, so there!
These are the hands
That held my thumb on my nose
Then wriggled my fingers
For a cheeky pose!
These are the hands
That played with toys
And clapped together
To make some noise
These are the hands
That ive had all my life
That despite their beginning
I am now their wife...
These are the hands
With sensually creative fingers
That caressed my lovers
For an ****** that lingers
These are the hands
That will forever offer peace
And will occasionally help me
Eat chocolate, or cheese!
by Jemia

Love
Like soft susserrating leaves
My love
Undulating
In a Zephyr breeze
Soft and gentle
As a moonlit night
A twilight shimmering
Another world
Another love
Another existence
As beautiful
As a setting sun
As wondrous
As a newborn
Heartbeat
The truth of love
Exists....
by Jemia

It drips, it drops, it plops
It spits, and spatters, and splatters
It soaks, it drenches, it drowns
It runs, it flows, it floods, it matters

People, and fish, swim in it
People, and boats, float on it
People, and clothes, wash in it
People drink it, or die without it

Water freezes, and turns to ice
Water heated, turns to steam
Without water, there would be no life
Imagine, no Earl Grey tea, i despair!
by Jemia

THE DROWNING
Softly burns the candle
Bleeding a subtle bright
With a shortening wick
And a flickering light
Molten wax deluge
The flame dies
Drowned in its own life blood

The planet is malfunctioning

Like some kind of weird acid trip

Where common sense is replaced by outrage

That there's no lifeboats, on this sinking ship


by Jemia

So so delicious
and irresistible too
what!
not me?
but you?

Wishes are dreams
Intimate and intense
Seductive as loves
Heartbeat

Something i miss
Is the bliss
Of a soft and sensuous kiss

That tingle of delight
Feels so right
As gentle as a flicker of candlelight

The soft sensuality
A beautiful reality
As you share your lips with me
***

why are guinea pigs called guinea pigs?
oh why? oh why? oh why?
ive never heard them go oink,
and never seen them fly!

Butterflies, flutter by
Uttering a sweet delicate silence
Teasing, and tantalising
Tempting tranquility
Euphoric, and enchanting
Rolling over an undulating landscape
Flying high, without a sigh
Lifting gentle wings
Yearning, sweet succulent nectar

I don't understand
As an empath
When the world
Seems to demand wars
(To settle old scores?)
Rebellions, and riots
Fighting for peace
White flags
Are seen as a weakness
Or cowardice
Putting flowers
Down the barrel of a gun
Not much fun
when they shoot you
The politicians
Of all persuations
Stir up the rage
And frustrations
The media, are no better
Adding cherry-picked toxins
To their headline letter
Fuelling the poisonous soup
From which we all sip
Religions rarely get a grip
I'm more fearful, and concerned
Of this pandemic of hate
Than of any viruses
Abuse, racism, Lgbtq+ phobia
******, mayhem, and ******
Ironic
That Mars is referred to
As the planet of war...
by Jemia

Last night, sadly
A close companion of mine
Became a companion no more
As they first leaked, on my chair
Then on the floor
Now, no longer
Shall we snuggle up in bed
Now my companion, is sadly dead
So i was wondering
If any of my friends here
Would like to take my ex companions place
Someone warm, to snuggle up with
That wont leak
And available
Seven days per week
Someone to have
And someone to hold
Someone that is never, never, never cold
And a similar size
As my last hot water bottle
Not to fussed, what colour you are
Green, purple pink....
Any offers?

I'm a little concerned
Due to the total lack
Of social distancing
In my dream world
Furthermore
That the same is occurring
During Astral Projection
And on Parallel Worlds!

Not If, But When
I still have to pinch myself, throughout this strife
Ive experienced, many unusual events, in my life
But quite as surreal, as this sharpened knife

Seen many documentaries about pandemics, over the years
But it's hard to fully comprehend, all the fears
How strange, and scary they really are, as xmas nears

Most of these programmes, declared at their end
"Not if, but when", although "When" is now, my friend
Pinch myself. "oW!" hope it comes to an end

The year is nearly over, and we'll soon enter 2021
And hopefully soon, we can again have some fun
As Spring brings new life, and a nice warming sun
(And that "Not if, but when, will hold a positive interpretation)
by Jemia

I like to kiss you
Upon your lips
Upon your lips so sweet
Unleess you've been eating
Garlic bread
Then I'd rather kiss
Your feet!

You are the soft silent sigh
That whispers amongst the flowers
On a warm summers day
That sets an Aeolian Harp to play

You have taught my heart to beat again
With hope and joy and pleasure
And every time that we're together
Is a moment that i'll treasure
By Jemia

Her wings were an opaque blue
Camouflaged by the ocean, over which she flew
Like a mermaid, dancing under azure  skies
As sunlight shimmered, over her opalescent thighs

Her hair had a beautiful golden sheen
And her emerald eyes, were a magical green
Her sensuous lips, were a lush ruby red
And her beauty was enough, to waken the dead

As a soft whispering zephyr blew
Over a tranquil ocean, of a turquoise hue
She began with a series of pirouettes
Accompanied by Aeolian Harps, and a beautiful sunset

it appears that things, aren't always as they seem
when viewed by those, who are on the extreme
personally, i much prefer, to be sat in the middle
so i can view both, Rome burn, and Nero on the fiddle
be it religion, or politics, or other things that make little sense
i find it much easier to see both sides, when sat on the fence
but for the comfort, of my derriere
i do wish instead, that i'd sat on a chair
having been a watcher of things, for many years
the amount of animosity, sometimes leaves me in tears
especially those things, that aren't as pleasant as they seem
have buried my hopes, of a Utopean dream
i have no issue, if you're black, white, purple, or grey
straight, lesbian, pan, bi, or gay
just love all things living, no matter how diverse
we are probably unique, in the entirety of this universe
the beauty of our nature, could put us all at ease
the only thing missing, is total world peace
by Jemia

there is a hollowness
seeping into my soul
an emptiness
a profound feeling of loss
a deep deep black hole
an empty crying void
a chasm, an abyss
a crushed heart
unbearable, and broken
my heart now bleeds
leaking like tears
blood
that also
runs through your veins
as does the blood
of your mother

where do i start
with matters of the heart
well, nowhere
as it's not fair
so although i'm in love
this love
shall have to remain as silent
and as soft, as a zephyr
that blows as gently
as the wings of a butterfly
a mere ripple on a pond
a tsunami of desire
i hope one day
words of love will transpire
to li ght up my life
and also, to teach me not
to make typos
when i'm trying to be romantic!
Jemia x💕😏

Living on my own
Freedom to do as i please
No need for knickers!

.....Was at the school, picking up my daughter, and a friend of hers. They were both now 5 years old. All went well, and we had plenty of time before parents evening started. It was a nice day, so we stopped off at the park, telling them they had half an hour, as i still had to feed them. Half an hour, became 45 minutes, so we left the park, and headed home, and decided to just give them sandwiches instead. funny how quickly time can go, especially when you have to be somewhere....anyway, they were eating their sandwiches, and i left the kitchen, and popped into the living room, and then things suddenly turned really surreal. The atmosphere, and reality changed, it was like those brief minutes during a total eclipse where time seems to stand still, and nature seems to freeze. Then the girls shouted out, in a tone of amazement, rather than fear "times going backwards!" i ran into the kitchen, and saw the kitchen clock literally going backwards, like something from a sci-fi film. The last things i remember, was the girls screaming, and the hands of the clock, gaining momentum, as we started to lift off the floor, and thinking, ****, this is it...then i woke up

Summer breezes kiss my parched lips
As cooling soft zephyrs
Caress my browning flesh
Luxuriating on an isolated beach
The soft sand cools my toes
As melting ice cream
Leaves little blobs that cool my nose
And giggles and laughter
As we run from the ebbing and flowing azure ocean
Whilst beach ***** bob, and escape with the wind
The chase is on!
Kites duck, dive, and crash
Whilst the warming sun, still smiling
Watches all, with it's hat still on!
by Jemia

Soft velvety violet skies
Float by jaded emerald eyes
Nature, russet in hue
Now shivered in anticipation, long overdue
Cold comfort was offered from the sun
As a cool zephyr had already begun
Clouds now bulging and overladen
Wept in silence
A soft pitter patter
Became a torrential downpour
Jaded emerald eyes
Turned red with tears
Fair-skinned, and faint hearted
Wept, with avalaching sorrow
Her thoughts, lingered like shadows
Silhouetted by the setting sun
As spiders weave webs of intrigue
That now glisten, in the moistening air
Whilst hope was lost
In the twinkling echoes of a dying star
A deafening white noise
Breaks the empty silence
The mute muse
Tortured and alone
Could only dance in solitude
Of pirouetting pity
An aching heart
And shattered dreams
A voice now choked in silent reminiscence
As jaded emerald eyes still wept
A poetic voice
Now lay in silence
She would write no more........

The good old days
When i was filled with Absinthe
Now i'm only filled with
Absence
by Jemia

The Frozen Rainbow

Tonight i'm eating a rainbow
Frozen in a colourful ice
Containing various fruits
Which all taste rather nice!  

My lips now, are growing numb
My tongue is of a multi hue
My mouth is like a small frozen cavern
Its residents have now formed a queue!  

Eskimos, and Penguins, now abandon my mouth
Followed by a  Polar Bear
And in unison all complain to me
"It's ****** cold in there!"  

So i finish my lolly, and close my mouth
And drink some Earl Grey tea
This makes my mouth more habitable
And partly for posterity  

The Penguins, and the Polar bears
Returned from whence they came
The Eskimos meanwhile, are quite angry
Accusing me of having no shame

I told them i was very sorry
And would leave the rainbows alone
I then opened my mouth, as wide as i could
As they quietly made their way home  

Then woke up, from this strange little dream
I then took a sip of  tea
And why such things lay in my head
Shall remain a mystery!
by Jemia

They are bred in captivity

Which does them little favour

Then dipped in barrels of chocolate

To help enhance their flavour!


by Jemia

Ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccco.....

The Wild Winds Blow
The wild winds howls
Deep, and wild
Rampaging, Raging
Enveloping, engulfing
Twisting, turning
A furious furore
It eases, exhausted
Puffing, and panting
Gasping
The aftermath
As naked trees
Stripped bare
Of bark, and leaves
Looking lost
Exposed
Windswept, and abandoned
The storm now
Abated
Calmed
Tranquility beckons...
by Jemia

comment on my poems are generally friendly
unless of course, they are not
the latest, and nastiest
worse than the rest of the lot
was on here today
i am upset, not much more to say
"Matthew Thompson  What's the population like in Blondeville? Do they have a lot of newly formed voids to fill? My second question is, do you instinctively know to hit someone with your purse, or is that a personality trait specifically for from birthers? I just wonder, because I assumed there was some form of psychological test given before you could change genders. Like your therapist tries to **** you and sees if you stab him with your high-heels or attack with your large shoulder-bag."
the poem ironically perhaps, is called "can't tell write, from wrong"
and with regards to this site, may become my swan song
but until his comment, it had been well received
now it's something, i feel only grieve
parting, in such unsweetened sorrow
Jemia

Mary had a little lamb
Who later became Mary Shelley
Twas not the Vindication that killed her so
But the baby from her belly

poison is poison
no amount of sugar
will prevent it
from killing you
bitter sweet

I like to kiss you
upon your lips
upon your lips so sweet
to taste your delicious nectar
when tender lips do meet
my ever encircling tongue
savours a taste of sweet delight
I love you for infinity
and adore your taste tonight

Living with people
You at first, get along with
You all love the same colour
Yellow
And you all have many tales to tell
Of personal experiences
With yellow
Be it paint
Pencils
Clothes
Lemons
Melons
Bananas
...............Submar­ines!
All seems mellow, with yellow
At first
After a while-the honeymoon period
Gone is the smile
You start noticing
How some of the others
In this yellow group
Prefer a paler
Or more profound
Different shade
Some even prefer their bananas
Green!
Or ripe brown
Then you start to realise
That you no longer share the same values
And apart from yellow
You had nothing else in common
At all
And start to see
Red!
by Jemia

I wonder if butterflies
  have nobbly knees
As they sail along
  in a wobbly breeze
With nobbly knees
  they could do as they please
As they sail along
  in a wobbly breeze.....
by Jemia

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

From the inside through my window

On the horizon i see the ocean blue

The greenery of West Cliff

And the ruins of the castle too



I see the terraced houses

A variety of styles so very old

And on clear nights, the night sky

Shines bright with stars of gold



I glance above the rooftops

That lie before my eyes

A myriad of styles of chimney pots

That reach up for the skies



I stand back from my window

And see reflections in the glass

Of myself glancing outwards

As another day does pass



I see all the trees and flowers

Awash with colour and life

Their beauty always makes me smile

And the birdsong, as they thrive



And sometimes out of the darkness

Bright colours fills the skies

As fireworks reach out high in celebration

Leave sparkles in my eyes



So glancing out my window

And looking all around

I see and hear a myriad of things

From the sky down to the ground .

As i quietly chew my way around
Munching down to the earthy ground
As nature kindly provides my hungry mouth
The rain moistens the sun from the south
That refreshes my sun dried flesh
And helps grow my inner mesh
And those moments of stark terror
Thankfully dropped, by a beak in error
Inadvertently giving me my first flight
Thankfully landing on tender grass so light
I then became reclusive, and cocooned
Hung from flowers, and festooned
Awaiting my moment to escape my past
Till i would gnaw through, and fly at last
Evolving, with my colourful wings, on a soft zephyr
My eyes open, and my heart on fire
My previous being, now long gone
As i have now righted, an accidental wrong
by Jemia

As swift as a swift Swift
Swooping, and swallowing
Hungry insectivores
Soaring high
Daydreaming, and sleeping
Whilst in flight
And a scream
Like a baby Banshee!
by Jemia

Mute

My life as a recluse
serves little use
and is maybe an excuse
to hide away

can't face-time or skype
haven't the skills for that kind of hype
i'm not a techno type
my life is disarray

i can say hello, and hi
to help me get by
but my laptop is shy
of open display

so i don't see live voices
i haven't got those choices
i here no people noises
just silence throughout the day

radio and tv channels
are like wet flannels
inane quiz shows and panels
to keep loneliness at bay

white noise is in an endless spiral
as social distancing, has now gone viral
no presence to admire all
nothing left to say

So now, we're under lockdown again
Choice of virus, or going insane
Talk to myself, as no-one else left
Of human physical contact, i'm now bereft

I speak to people, on Microsoft, and Zoom
aAs they wander like ghosts, into my room
So not entirely isolated, As you see
But nobody to chat with, over a nice cup of tea

I'm like a grain of sand, on an empty beach
Floating in a universe, not able to reach
And the only people, iv'e seen around
Are these masked aliens, headed for town

And in their eyes, behind their face
The look of fear, and sadness, in an empty place
It's like living, in an obscure surreal dream
As nothing is any longer, quite what it seems

As the silence returns, we all turn mute
And there's not much around, other than political dispute
I await, for this ****** virus to end
So we'll eventually meet up, with much beloved friends

I appear to of mislaid my mojo
I had it yesterday
Not sure i had it the day before
it's really hard to say?

Today i have a hangover
So could do with my mojo now
But sure it'll turn up tomorrow
Not quite sure how

I may not be able to find it
Without having it close to hand
Which poses quite a dilemma
On which reality cannot stand

So if anyone sees my mojo
Floating around in an obscure place
Just point me in the right direction
As i'm kind of lost without it..

Another ****** day in lockdown, and isolation
Another of visual, but non physical hosts
Nice people, floating around the ether
Like spectres, or very creative ghosts

I await these omnipresent visitors
As they appear on screen, in my room
Permanently reflecting, on my own reflection
Every time, i go onto zoom

So not only do i talk to the others
As my laptop lies upon a shelf
I find i'm having conversations
Whilst looking at myself

Although i do enjoy these zoom days
Doing poetry, art, and other stuff
But looking at myself for a two hour stint
Is really, much more, than enough!
by Jemia

can you not imagine
the life i have led
or how many ways
my heart has been bled
or how many times
iv'e been battered, and worn
bruised and weary
tattered and torn
yet i bare a little grudge
against those that abuse
they are who they are
i will not accuse
i will hold my head high
and keep myself true
and not do
those things that they do
there is no halo
rested upon my head
across thin lines
oft i have tread
what is the norm
it's hard to define
we all have our limits
we all have our lines
but i have no time
for those that abuse
they are who they are
they have no excuse

Her sweet head
Lay upon that pillow
With smiling eyes
And a gorgeous mouth

Tingles ran through me
As I kissed your sweet lips
And tasted the desires
Of your beating heart

Killing Time

when i awoke

or upon awakening

all i could hear

was the clock

tick tock tick tock

its slow and steady beat

whisking me

into the future

forever ageing

but then

time stopped still

mostly because i set upon it with a sledgehammer

that stopped the ******!

by Jemia

She opened the window as usual
To air the room, and to let in the sun
She had researched her sojourn to Thailand very carefully
So the look on her face
When a Giant Crocodile Fly
Flew through her window
And gobbled her up
Must of been a look of both horror
And wonderment!
Luckily she didn't see (due to her sudden demise!)
The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly!
Phew!!!
Many questions have arisen from this event
1: Her research was obviously not as in depth as it should of been
2: Why was she lucky not to of seen The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly, how could that have been any worse?
3: There is no question 3
4: And does it mean that The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly has fewer spots?
5: Or can it mean that it was seen less frequently?
6: And why is there no question 3?
The end, or is it (7)

I'm so contrary
No i'm not!