Humanity began to grieve
Over a man, that couldn't breathe
That this reflected, an unbalanced inhumanity
As the world witnessed, a toxic insanity
As a cold, and callous individual
An audience recorded, their nightmarish vigil
They witnessed the actions, of this one man
That had oft been repeated, by others of his clan
All the rotten apples, that fell from this same tree
We're joined together, in a harsh brutality
Surely humanity, can be better than this
And love our diversity, a long time amiss
We all bleed red, and breathe the same air
As the majority of us know how to love, and know how to care
Black life's matter, as all life's should
If humanity is to advance, for the greater good
"The only thing necessary, for the triumph of evil,
Is for good men (and women) to do nothing"
Today, 20th April 2021, something good was done
And for a change, justice, and the truth won
But i have a horrible feeling, that i feel
That this convicted murderer, will shortly appeal...
by Jemia

Mind Invasion

It's now so late
It's early
The time between
When creatures of the night
Are no longer hunting
Yet a long while
Until the sunrise
Begins to waken
To a new day
Where words
Are lost in thoughts
And thoughts
Are thrown into dreams
Where the world
Is a surreal abstract place
Where almost everything
Has no rhyme
Or reason
Where madness, and horror
Are the norm
With the occasional crumb of ***
Lurks with intimate intent
Visiting new places
Meeting strange faces
That we will never see again
These alien invaders
Of the sleeping mind

by Jemia

Yaye!
Me!!
I'm the queen
Of the deep blue rippling sea
Although
I haven't got
A mere mermaids tail
And cannot
Swim......

by Jemia

Don't call us
We'll call you
Seems to be trending
Nothing to misconstrue

I quickly take a hint
If no-one wants to know
So i stop all contact
And quite simply go

I don't gate crash parties
Or that kind of thing
If i was in a choir
Then i simply wouldn't sing

I hear nothing from my siblings
And now my daughter too
My only release, is to write it down
What else can i do?

I've oft asked questions
Of the wherefores, and the why
But never get the answers
So left in the dark to cry

I grieve for living relatives
And the parents who have died
But still don't have the answers
Of these i'll be denied

One day i may be contacted
But i hold out little hope
So i carry on in isolation
As a distant Isotrope

On the radio
Earlier today
They mentioned
Or so they say
About a fifteenth century Carol
Now long gone bye
That's still around
And would not die
I thought "Oh wow"
(Be i so bold?)
"She's really old!"

by Jemia

Her soiled grubby apron
Frayed strings, tied in a ‘granny’
Shoes worn and wooden, as her emotions
Her smile revealed no wickedness
Eyes, soft and blue
She shed no tears,over a fathers love
That had been dead for years
Her hopes were good, but not too good
Her laughter was, gay, jolly and infectious
More than anything, she adored her four cats
Whom prowled,hissed, and growled
He-hawed, and roared, and purred and pawed
She named all four Jim
And secretly desiring to be slim
She nibbled and gnawed
And occasionly, she would diet
Her cats were all worn, and as old as she
As she fed them fresh meat for tea
She ate with them, on the floor
For she was quite mad, and more
The police arrived one day
As her cats and cottage, were left to decay
Four men had been slain
To feed her cats, oh so vain
The men, all named Jim, were long dead
She killed them in memory of her father
Whom had occasionally shared her bed
by Jemia

If the truth
Were to be told
That sometimes
Everything i touch
Turns to mould

by Jemia

A flirtatious wind
Lifted up my skirt
Then brushed past my lips
As we began to flirt

Shortly followed by
A gentle zephyr breeze
Which caressed my thighs
With a sensual tease

There then followed
A strong roaring gust
Which swept me away
And turned me to dust

by Jemia

A Twilight Of Silhouettes

Nature
Silhouetted
Under a darkening
Scarlet sky
Trees
Perched upon a lonesome hill
Their branches
Like dark skeletal fingers
Reaching upwards
Into a ****** coloured sky
As the golden setting sun
Now streaked
With a violet dappled red
The trees
Now barely visible
Await the moonlight
To awaken
Their silhouetted existence
As a darkening rebirth
Beckons

by Jemia

I have always
Had the mind
Of a woman
And now mostly
A body
To match
But still
My voice
Is not my choice
There's always a catch

by Jemia

The Flower Moon
Blooms in the night sky
Shining bright
Beautiful, yet sweetly shy

The Earth moves
With the emotions, of the oceans
The tides, ebb, and flows
Like tears

Fairies dance
In circles of light
As mead flowers
In the magical moonlight

The moon
Now honeyed, and sweet
Romance blossoms
As lovers meet

As yonder flowers bloom
And the psitherism of trees
Flow, to, and fro
Glinting moonlight, on the emerald leaves

The Flower Moon
Prospers anew
And sits in the sky
Under, a beautiful azure blue

But for now
The full Flower Moon awaits
Still, as yet silent
Until it's destiny, of a full moon awaits

As the ether
Lies in the night sky
For now, ethereal
And still quietly shy

by Jemia

The timeless time thief
Infinite, and eternal
Magical moments

Ethereal clock
Tentatively tick-tocking
Hastening ageing

In time, seconds count
Every hour, of every day
Forgotten, timeless

by Jemia

A biscuit crumb
Was stuck to my ***
And sticking into my skin
A biscuit crumb
Was stuck to my ***
Also to my lips, above my chin

The ones on my lips
I licked away clear
All swallowed down with Earl Grey tea
The crumbs on my ***
Were sore, not yum
Not going to mention
The ones on my knee!

by Jemia

(***, Drugs, and Rock, & Roll!)
From Royalty, to Rock Stars, To A World Champion, To One of The Goons, To A Potential Future Prime Minister!
Ive already mentioned my encounter with Spike Milligan in Rye, East Sussex, well about 20 years later, whilst living in North Wales,  his grand daughter, 'inadvertently', broke my daughters' arm, with an umbrella! and that my ex wife, was a very distant cousin (x 3-4 times removed..) of ELVIS (Costello), and i used to score my **** of Elton Johns. half brother (don't know what happened to the other half!), and that i once gave my autograph to a former world champion snooker player Alex 'Hurricane' Higgins, and that one of Princess Di's cousins tried to 'bed' me, yes he wanted *** (i declined, as i was still male back then, and still relatively not gay, or drunk! (i like a drink, maybe two at the most, three i'm under the table, four i'm under the host!)), but he had a lovely house, and loads of pics of him with Di in their childhood. and how on my 50th birthday, Paul McCartney, and his then wife, Heather, saved my mother life, and he asked my daughter if the birthday cake was for her, he can't of looked at it properly, as it clearly had "happy 50th birthday" on it (she was about 7 at the time, and lastly, how i nearly 'copped' off with a future potential Prime Minister! the weird thing is, is that all this really happened in my surreal existence....😏🙂🦋💕🙄 by Jemia

ARTS, and crafts, poetry, singing, and dance
ON Zoom regularly, if you get the chance
PRESCRIPTION not always a necessity,for membership to enhance

A nd the AOP logo, is no fake
O ffered by the reknowned artist, Sir Quentin Blake
P erfect for this group, and its artistic take

A lso to Tara, a special thank you
O riginator, and organiser, of this group so true
P romoting this wonderful project, woo hoo!

So get out your pencils, and get out your pens
Put on your dancing shoes, start singing again
And paint, and brushes, and paper, and all
When done, you'll find, you can again, start to walk tall

As tall as a chimney, as tall as a house
As tall, as a mountain, or a very tall mouse!
(Whilst i had the time...
Thought i'd throw in some nonsense rhyme!)
by Jemia

Octopusses
Have tentacles
I have
Tentative
Similar reasons
Less limbs....
by Jemia

I once, or thrice
Had ***
Between the groynes
As waves
Of pleasure
Teased our *****

As we
Danced around
Upon the shingle
The sensuous sea
Breezes caressed
Our supple ******* began to tingle

Our screams
Of pleasure
Upon the beach
Were lost
In the sounds
Of a seagulls' screech

As purposeful
Porpoises
Swam around
We left our
Imprints
Upon the sandy ground

The waves
Crashing in
Beneath the starry skies
Couldn't wash away
The memories
Of a love that never dies

by Jemia

Shadows of the dead
Silhouetted on bare walls
Imprints of existence
Now devoid of flesh
And bones
Just ashen memories
Of forgotten souls
That drowned
In the flames
Of a nuclear strike
The dread
Of the dead
The lucky ones
Were still asleep
Their flame of life
Snuffed out
Like the flickers
Of a dying candle
Lost
Whilst in a dream
Not waking
To the reality
Of the nightmare
Befalling them
Death
Came easily
And cheaply
Yet was a high price
To pay
for peace

by Jemia

A rose with a thorn
Tears bleed, at looming death knolls
For whom the bell tolls

by Jemia

Such a complicated seed
When given some free ****
Tobacco, and papers, i had to buy
The cost of this caper, made me cry
A free gift
Gave me short shrift
Just under fourteen pounds
Perhaps i'll discover
A new profound
Oh look, a Monkey Puzzle tree
Little titters
And a he he he!

by Jemia

I always thought
A twitten
A strange conjoining
Betwixt
A twit
And
A silly Kitten

by Jemia

As i crawl out of my burrow bed
Into the cool chill of my room
I greet this cold
With a two-fingered salute
Accompanied by a few expletive deletives
And dress
Hurriedly
Already, my hands
And feet
Feel cold
The hot water bottle
Perhaps with a twisted humour
And irony
Burns my derriere
I grab my tea
Which is already cooling
At a rapid rate
I am tempted
To return
To my den of iniquity
My boudoir
To the snug comfort
Of my burrow bed
I envy
Those creatures
That hibernate
Lucky sods
Imagine
Being able to sleep
Through the cold dark months
Save a fortune on heating bills
And then spend that fortune
On enjoying the warm seasons
Goodnight October
Good morning April

by Jemia

that moment you realise
that epiphany
that slaps reality
around your face
that you are not the poet
you had hoped to be
and that
perhaps it is time
to lay down your quill
and put away your ink
and disappear
into the ether
my heart
bleeds dry
as my dust vaporises
and floats into a void
jemia x

Upon my recent visit
To the far off land of Fae
I was greeted by a little person
Who promised to show me the way
We wandered into a dark forest
Then completely went astray
I'd trusted this little person
As i thought he knew the way
Perhaps i'd chosen the wrong one
His excuses seemed somewhat lame
But by the end of the day
Ive only had my Elf to blame!

by Jemia

Night Of The Pixie Moon
i decided some deforestation was urgently needed, during the period of this Super Moon. And set about cutting through the wiry growth, and bramble, using my hand held shearing device. but i stopped suddenly, upon hearing what i thought were cries of despair, and anguish, and glancing downwards, i espied a small gathering of Pixies. who had set up their ramshackle abode, in their tiny little Dingly Dell located in my lady garden. upon examination, with use of a magnifying glass, that they had also created a well, with a small bucket hanging from a matchstick, and piece of hair, looking like it was about to be lowered into the Abyss. as one can imagine, i was slightly taken aback, and aghast by this, and tried to serve them an order of immediate eviction. but they claimed they had rights too, and pleaded towards my kind nature, and humanity, to give them time to relocate. i felt quite humbled and ashamed at my harsh reaction, and realised i had acted in haste, due largely to finding Pixies inhabiting, and cohabiting a part of my anatomy. and was quite impressed how well they'd improvised, and had survived, avoiding drowning during the 'rainy season!' anyway, the upshot of it is, is that they have promised to teach me to play the Lyre Harp i purchased last month (or was it the month before?). so tonight, we are to gather together, and after iv'e issued them with some ribbons, and silk to replace their somewhat bedraggled dresswear, we shall all quaff vast quantities of Mead. however i am a little concerned at the thought of drunken pixies running amok in my lady garden! but we only live once.....

The whole world knows
That we need to reach zero emissions
Before 2050, or so
The largest populated
Have proffered zero
10 to 20 years later
Which is a no go
Now also trying to weather
The Pandemic
Over 5 million have died from this curse
Could of been even worse
That the vaccine denied
One country left COP26
In a huff
As they deemed their security
Was not enough
Brazil, is ill, and dying
Their leader is defying
What's next?
What are we waiting for?
Hoping it's not
A third world war

by Jemia

They say that if Wales, was carefully flattened out
It would be larger than England, without any doubt
And though its larger populace, is of ovine descent
The people are strong as oxen, from lady to gent

Their voices ring out, in harmonious accord
Of music so sweet, which is worldly adored
The harpists of Wales, accompany this sweet song
Whilst the harpies(1) of England, string them along

Now i am an Englishwoman, and have learn't one good thing
From history books, and Welsh folk, whom smile as they sing
That they are a people, both hardy, and true
Their freedom from Parliamentary bias, is long overdue

For centuries the Welsh, have been wanting reform
Whilst Parliament ignores them, and kicks up a storm
My message is simple, and straight to the fore
There is little reason for England, to rule anymore

To deny the Welsh their language, far older than our tongue
Is ignorance to the extreme, and terribly wrong
They should be free to decide, from now on, for themselves
Yet their demands remain cobwebbed, on Parliamentary shelves

I can only apologise, as i hang my head in shame
That the Welsh have been victims, of a political game
It is surely time to change things, as the millennium nears its end
That Wales should be independent, with England, as a close
                                                               and loyal friend

by Jemia

There once was a **** Ernst Rohm
Who conducted his evils with aplomb
The fact he was gay
Held very little sway
As his man-dates went down like a bomb
by Jemia (&Lili)

The Dragon Bar step
Missed the step
Miss on the step
Amiss on the step
****** on the step
Fell off the step
That was missed
Fell over, slightly ******!

by Jemia

The Drag-on Dragon Queen

A dragon, with drag on
Although rarely seen
Beneath its scaly skin
She was a dragon queen

She danced the dance fandango
Whilst eating vindaloo
Her firey farts, lit up the sky
And caused a hullabaloo

The dragon king, saw these shenanigans
And thought them rather daft
But despite his better judgement
He laughed, and laughed, and laughed

The dragon king, then joined his sister
Putting on a pink tutu
Quaffed some ale, and cider
And ate some vindaloo

What happened next, i cannot say
And it cannot even be guessed
But by all accounts, it didn't end well
AS dragons with drag on, will never be a-dressed

by Jemia

I once ate
A wolf ****
Cooked in butter
And garlic
Served on toast
With egg
And beans
It evolved
Around cow pats
Not surprised really...
by Jemia a fun gi rl

My friends
And family
Call me
A bit of a bookworm
Which
I have to admit
Has an element of truth to it
As i can be found
Working my way
Through a myriad
Of books
Almost daily
Consuming
And digesting
Thousands
Upon thousands
Of words
Which eventually
Led to my downfall
Just at the point
Of my rebirth
Into a moth
I got squashed
By a dictionary
I was lost to words

by Jemia

My Three Days (Daze) Of Christmas (Over Ten Days)

On the first day of Christmas past
I made one bottle of Mead last
Said to someone, wearing reindeer horns
"You're looking ***** tonight" no porns
Went outside to vape, yay merrily
Got passed something interesting, of my tree, yay verily!

On my second day, of christmas present
Drank two bottles of Mead so pleasant
Demonstrated time flying, using a xmas tree clock ornament
The intended catcher dropped it, no time for this tournament
I later broke into tears, all full of emotions
Drowned in my sorrows, that filled the worlds oceans

On the third day of my christmas future, that's been
I turned up the same, as a hippy chic queen
Was bestowed with an halo, and angel wings
Drank tea, ate munchies, did a quiz, and that kind of thing
Although my sciatica, has come back with a vengeance
Had a really lovely day, perchance

On the fourth day of christmas, in all
Past, present, and future, i had a ball
Although i failed making time fly, tis done
Overall, i think, i mostly had fun
Experienced a myriad of emotions, good, bad, and covered in clover
My celebrations, this year, are now finally over

So merry christmas, one, and all
Enjoy yourselves, and try not to fall
Don't drink to much, or throw clocks high
Especially fragile christmas tree ones, although time did kind of fly
And if anyone offers you, a smoke-able non-oven ready joint
Well, it's interesting venturing into wormholes, losing the plot, then the point!

by Jemia

went to my second life modelling of today,
felt tired,
but it went really well,
and i was applauded at the end,
which was kind of surreal,
being applauded for being naked for 2 hours,
but it seems that its not what you naked,
it's how you do naked! lol!lol again!
it's ironic,
that ive had over a hundred jobs in my life,
and that i should be successful at being naked,
i blame it on being born,
i'm simply reverting to my birth,
but without nappies
(that would be a little weird!)

Jemia 😅😏

Grief
Is a monster
It eats you up
Then spits you out
It tears out your heart
And then your soul
Until you no longer feel whole
It rips out your insides
And abandons you
Left only with your sadness
Quivering
With every beat of your heart
So when i hear
Of another's grief
I remember the soul shredding
Grief of your own
Grief evolves
From the initial
Roller coaster ride
Of a myriad
Of ups, downs, and somewhere inbetween
Of emotions
Time
Separates, and divides
And moves us on
And eases the pain
A little at a time
The weird thing
About grief
It isn't always about loss
Through death
But also for those still living
No longer in our life's
I know both versions

by Jemia

Valentines Day
If you're single
Is a simple
Yet brutal reminder
That although
You may be loved
By friends
There is no-one
Who actually fancies you
Or, you have admirers
So secret
That not even
MI5, MI6, The KGB, CIA
Or Interpol
Know of their existence
could be an
"Insane Vet Lady"
Unvetted!

by Jemia

The hollow Scream
I have become, my own ghost
Like a spectre, i haunt myself
Constantly
There is no exorcism
Of my memories
They are fixed
And will live on
After ive departed my physical form
Moved on
As my carcass
Rots in it's wormy grave
Consumed
My thoughts, meanwhile
Will still be floating
In the breezes
Screaming
At my lost existence
My failed existence
Pointless
This will be my final torture
That i will never escape
The torture
Of a tortured soul
Nore the cruelties, of humanity
I shall a victim
For all eternity
Hear my sCREAM!!!
by Jemia

She removed her clothes
Then donned
A red velvet gown
Without a hint of a frown
She sat amidst the audience
Those she had not
As yet met
Glanced over at her
Perhaps already knowing what to expect
But not knowing
Not knowing what to expect at all
As she never quite knew
What she was going to do
Just
That she would inspire them
"I am not the artist!"
"I am the art!"
"An animate object"
"Become inanimate!"
"A life model.......still as the wind!"

by Jemia

If i were to die
And sigh my last sigh
Then awaken, as some-one new
Born again, to this human zoo

Then view the world, with open eyes
As i pass my own grave, where-in i lie
But now to behold a different view
The sun is up, the sky is blue

And as i evolve, i want to fly
As i grow my wings, to kiss the sky
Bidding the Earth, a sweet adieu
Remembering a life, that i once knew

I see my reflection, and begin to cry
Of happy tears, although not sure why
An old life seems gone, in which i grew
Memories of which, i cannot subdue

My heart remains gentle, i wouldst not deny
My dreams now sweet, my hopes are high
Now a young woman, nothing to misconstrue
Living my life, so long overdue

Then i awaken again, my mouth is dry
My new life has gone, i cannot defy
Reincarnation, leaves a strange kind of hue
Being myself, i will always pursue

by Jemia

One wild
And starry, starry, night
Above my head
Where i lay
Within my lying bed
With curtains
And legs
All askew
The moon
Cast its shadows
Of a different hue
As hormone levels
Like the tides
Ebbed, and flowed
My stargazy eyes
Glistened
With anticipation
Beneath the pulsing moon
Aroused curiosities
That all to soon
I was floating
And drifting
Into the night sky
Now, no longer
Feeling shy
As moistened memories
Awakened my soul
I needed not
To cajole, my whole
As i drifted off
To a special place
Revealed only
By the look of ecstacy
Upon my face

by Jemia

In the not so distant future
I shall reappear on stage
There will be no words
Read, or spoken by me
Neither a poet, or actress
Shall i be
Yet i shall be the only focus
Yet still, and unmoving
Barely blinking
I shall breathe
And mayhaps think
And look upon my audience
And wonder
At the creativity
That i may never see
As i lie
Upon my makeshift throne
Of destiny
Where my only desire
Will be to inspire
As i leave behind
Any ghosts of vanity
I will simply be
Me
Ive already
Bared my heart
And my soul
The triad of possibilities
Will soon become a whole

by Jemia

My heart beats
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own

by Jemia

The luxurious ocean
Of a velvet hue
Slip slopping
Over pebble-dashed pebbles
Like an artists palette
The setting sun
Had given birth
Into the myriad coloured sky
A twilight
That kissed the soul
As the twinkles
On the shimmering sea
Fell into the night
And became the stars
Accompanied
By a passionate moonlight
The ocean
Now taunted, and teased
By mother Earths tempestuous sister
Began to ripple
Like stolen innocence lost
And soon forgotten
As a wave, of tides
Surged forward
Into an unexplored pleasure
Caressing the golden sands
Of desire

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

When the suns rays
Once again, warms our days
Whilst birdsong greets the early hours
Silken dew on cobwebs, and flowering flowers
Lovers love, and dreamers dream
As eyes sparkle, like a glistening stream
I shall meet someone, fair of face
And we shall share, true loves embrace
by Jemia

The small Porcupine
That sometimes told 'porky pies'
About pork pies, such lies

by Jemia

How did people write?
By candlelight
Got four candles
Or fork handles
On the go
It's so dark
I don't really know
That emit
A very pleasant glow
But not enough
To easily see
Without elec tricity
Got some classical
On Radio Three
On my wind-up radio
With no battery
Arms ache
For goodness sake!

by Jemia

As i prepare myself
To leave my nice
And cosy retreat
Snug
As a bug, in a rug
I know that shortly
I will have to
Leap out
And expose myself
To the bitter cold
Like a reluctant flasher
And abandon
My ménage a trois
Of my two beloved
Hot water bottles
I am the filling
Within a hot rubber sandwich
But they are now tepid
I feel unloved
By their coolness towards me
A betrayal
Of their intentions
I shall abandon them
With wild abandon
And expose myself
To my ice-pack
Ramshackle shelter
Would of been easier
To simply get out of bed
Rather than
This breakfast of words

by Jemia

When first logging on
Why?
In the year 2020
Do i still have to
Double ****** click
Quite often
I panic click once
In fear of clicking thrice
It's like an unnatural
Twitch
A double click spasm
Nothing like
An ******
But the joy
When i double click
On my first attempt
Is like melting camembert
by Jemia

At 01:09 hrs last night
I dialled 999 in fright
"Ambulance please!"
"I think my heart's about to cease!"
I was dripping with sweat
And felt nausea, and yet
The pain caused by my Ciatica
As savage as a savage cur
The painkillers were to blame
As suddenly i felt lame
The ambulance came an hour later
It snapped me up like a yellow alligator
The heroes within, were at their very best
Took me to the hospital for further tests
The staff within were friendly, and kind
Which alleviated my fears, for peace of mind
After 6 hours, and checking my bloods
My feelings of relief, came with a flood
And before i knew it, i was on my way back
Needing the sleep, i seriously lacked
So here i am, lying in my bed
Feeling grateful, with my exhausted head
Apart from the cramp in my left foot
And the dreaded ciatica painfully put
All i want, is to sleep a few hours
And thank everyone, and say it with flowers
Roses, posies, daffodils, and more
Tulips, and daisy chains, and butterflies galore
Thank you, you know who you are
Lots of love to you all, thank you, and ta!

by Jemia