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

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

I have a theory
About conspiracy theorists' query
That our lizard queen
Living on a flat earth, as seen
Do flat-earthers,
Furthermore furthers
That believe in a heaven, or a hell
Are these places, flat as well?
And are we so brainwashed
We cannot see, our vision kiboshed
That we are also flat
Somehow magically, just like that
Is the lizard queen
Not a human being
Is actually from an alien race
That look like Corgis, with a dog face
And that all of this, is an illusion
That proffers no simple conclusion
Just asking
Not multi-tasking

by Jemia

Oh, to be a dog
And not an analogue#
To sit all day, and lick your own bits
chewing on a bone, but not your ****

by Jemia

Out of the shadows
On friday the thirteenth
From within a nest
Eggs are waiting
To be hatched
As plots lurk
Inside the recesses
Of creative minds
About to be laid bare
Some of ethereal wonderment
Others of stark realities
And some of everyday observations
I, for one
Wondered
As to whether
I should consider
A piece of poetical theatre
A true life retrospective
Of my recent experience
As a life model
Baring, not just my soul
Thankfully
Common sense prevails
For now
As i declare myself as a naked poet
An audience may be misled
Into thinking
That i was going to bare
More than just my soul
And my whole (with a W!)
And thus remain unbearable
Like unstreaky bacon
Still sizzling, and spitting
Accompanied by broken eggs
So for now
The naked poet
Shall remain in the shadows!

by Jemia

The Pavilion Clock

There will be much
Passing of time
As the clock views
From above
Upon its emerald throne
A myriad
Of Gentle folk
Floating around
On the green lawn below
Bowled over
By its new inhabitants
That will bring forth
A tapestry of multiple colours
And creativity
And perhaps
For a moment
Time will stand still
In wonder
As new fresh life
Is breathed into her again
As her hands stop
To applaud the enchantment below
As time will bear witness
To the fresh rebirth
Of its own existence
As it becomes the centre point
Of the new venue
For Art In The Park
At this
The clock face
Will yet, smile again

by Jemia

Had ten hours in bed
Mostly asleep
Wiped out
Heard my neighbour
Coughing again
Not only am i
In no condition to help her
I'm now in actual fear
Of what she now
Maybe carrying
She's late 20's
Early 30's
She has a great singing voice
I once could sing okay
Now mostly, sing like a drain
The big sleep
Didn't change anything
Still exhausted
And still of course
The pain
Now need to manoeuvre
Out of my bed
I move like a crouching tiger
With a missing leg
I switch on the radio
So i at least
Have the company
Of strangers
And their chatterings
A bit like a ****** of sound
For some reason
Of late
Ive been dropping the S
In sciatica
Silence
Is not always
Golden

by Jemia

Net

In a far of place
As yet mostly unexplored
Two green ponderous eyes
Appear through thick foliage
They watch
With great intensity
As a spider
Busily weaves
Laying out its table
To catch its passing breakfast
And is soon satisfied
As a moth
Haphazardly
Crashes into the silk tapestry
The eyes blink knowingly
The green eyes
Then appear
At the waters side
There are some men
On small skiffs
Casting their nets
And within a few moments
They are pulling in
Flapping fish
The green eyes blinks
Waves
Then fades
Into the shades
The boy with the green eyes
Wanders along a forest path
He is pondering
Over what he has witnessed
And as he is approaching
The nearby village
To share his discoveries
He is suddenly
Pulled into the air
And finds himself
Caught in a trap
Of ropes
He now knows
How the moth, and fishes feel
But he is lucky
As he has a small knife
And cuts himself free
But his freedom has a price
As he falls into the jaws
Of a tiger
His green eyes
Dimmed
Then died

by Jemia

I sometimes feel
That i am a tragedy
Awaiting to become
A greater tragedy
Of what
I already am
But not
Tragic enough
To inspire
The likes of Shakespeare
Swoons
Then exits stage
Of an empty ramshackle theatre
Apart from a sweet old lady
Knitting
Lost in her own thoughts
And reverie
The stage
Is no longer
Set
As the dust
Remains
Undisturbed
The stage needs a sweep
Not a swoon....
by Jemia

The morning/sfternoon
After the night before
A rainbow of alliances
Zoom party galore
With breakout rooms
No murders though
Of Gloria in the kitchen
With a *******!
About one litre
Of beautiful Mead
Later, has sown this beast
Of a hangover seed!
I think i behaved myself
I came out
As a reindeer
By donning a red nose
Most had been given a £20 e-voucher
For food
I asked for my voucher
For Lovehoney
Hope i wasn't rude!
But at least i didn't go ****
To ****** cold for that
And besides
Would of needed a hat?
More tea vicar?
by Jemia

How is that flower
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia

At half past twelve,
  i was simply a different self
At half past one
  the moon shone, as bright as the sun
At half past two
  i quaffed a magical enchanted brew
At half past three
  i danced around a fairy tree
At half past four
  i entered a secret oaken door
At half past five
  i kissed the blade, of a wishing knife
At half past six
  i opened up, a box of tricks
At half past seven
  i entered a kind of seventh heaven
At half past eight
  i ventured through the maiden's gate
At half past nine
  i read a secret runic sign
At half past ten
  i entered the purple dragons den
At half past eleven
  i became the fairy queen of Devon
Until finally again at half past twelve
  i became an half past the hour, kind of elf

by Jemia

Her laughter
Was pained
I saw her face
The forced smile
Her eyes
Were moist
And held the truth
As did her hands
Tightly clasped together
Over loosely peeled skin
Her laugh
Deceived no-one
Not even herself
Then came the tears
She eventually cursed
She should of known better
Than to rub her eyes
Just after peeling onions

by Jemia

one day
i would love
to write a poem
so exquisitely beautiful
that the reader
would have multiple *******
as the words
tantalised their soul
giving them such
unbearable pleasure
they would scream with delight
by Jemia

Her Royal Highness, her maiden now befriended
Ice-cold, at the Snow King's Ball attended
With iceberg emotions, cool and intact
Reclusive, and not one to over react
She was born of Royal Pleistocene descent
Cautious and cool, not one to repent
Ruth was her name, ruthless without shame
Eyes, ice-blue, her ice-fall tears were tame
With her maiden hench-woman, ice-bound lay she
Memories frozen in an ice-blink, of her dying diety

The Snow King, snowed under and snow bound
How now he admired the Guelder Rose, new found
Yet his thoughts were lost, in a snow storm's mistake
Within one lonely, snow white flake
His Ice-Queen had left, with words shot from a quiver
As his snow-slip emotions, became as a snow-broth wither
Letting his thoughts, above the snow-line
Lost in a snow-blink, his Ice Queen, was frozen in time
Ever her false love, so cold, so unkind
Left him alone, snow-blind, of his queens' cold and frigid mind

When my lower limb
Taps an idling pale
Aka
Kick the bucket
My dream
'Departure'
Would'st be betwixt
A loving embrace
Ever so cute
Just at that special
Heightened moment
Of enlightenment
Where the moon glows
That little bit brighter
And a flame
Flickers listlessly, and lyrically
In the hot wax of passion
Where tongues
Liquid, and moist
Are alive!
With desire
That's the moment
To douse my fire
And ***** out my flame
As the wax hardens
At that moment
That we both came

by Jemia

i am a poet
who happens to of had a certain op
not a trans poet
i am now my correct gender
therefore
i am a woman
when i introduce myself
i mention no gender
i am simply Jemia
i am a poet
occasional comedienne
and sometimes both

Dragonfly folklore
Real devils darning needles
All children beware

Good luck sign,elsewhere
Or omen of tragedy
No eyes sewn shut though

Forgive all the myths
Lovely fairy dragonflies
Your present pleasant

by Jemia

Be blue butterfly
Upon a gentle zephyr
Tickle the breezes

Take heed butterfly
Else your frail beautiful wings
Race away to soon

Fly low, in the sun
Lest your butterfly wings burn
Your beauty scorched

by Jemia

Just had
A not poodle
*** noodle
I tried
To draw
Then doodle
The not poodle
*** noodle
But it made me
Withdrawn
So i ate it

by Jemia

South Coast Mardi Gras
Only on a Fat Tuesday
Music festival

by Jemia

who are the who's who?
only they seem to know who they are
or who they were
that's if they exist in the first place
but according to my imaginary folk lore
they were a renegade group
that were formed from another species
called the what whats
yet again, no-one really knew
who or what
the what whats were
some suspected they were related to
the thingymajigs
but most experts in the field
believed they were all related to the
***'s
and we can all relate to that
and no, i haven't smoked anything pleasant!

by Jemia

Perhaps
One day
I'll be found
Lying on my bed
With pen in hand
Having just written
And created
A tapestry
Of beautiful verse.......

by Jemia

This may set the CAT amongst the pigeons
And also let the CAT, out of the bag
Perhaps creating a CATachresis
Like CATarrh, is a pirate CAT wag

A CATalogue, is a CAT on a log, missed
As a CATalyst, are CATS on a list
A CATechist, meanwhile, is a CAT that likes to be kissed
And a CATholic, a drunken CAT, slightly ******!

A CATechu, is a CAT with some ills
And a CATerpillar, then taking lots of pills
A CATegory, a cat, hence a dark sense of humour
Finally a CATflap, is an anxious CAT, according to a rumour?

by Jemia

**** is
Not rude
Or crude
**** is
Naturally naked
And bare
So don't stare
If i
One day
Decide to let my skin
Feel the air

by Jemia

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

Super cramp
And sciatica
Sweet dreams
Waiting to happen
Writing
Whilst writhing
Is not a happy pastime
I want to sleep
Not weep
I'm not suffering terribly
Just terribly uncomfortable
Sufficient to keep me awake
And feel the misery
But knowing
That as i age
Things won't improve
Funny
I was just on the cusp
Of sleep
The periphery of my dreams
With pains of an different ilk
Not on my derriere
Or cramping my feet
And style
Something afoot
For awhile

by Jemia

Once test is picked up
I'll be waiting to see
If iv'e passed
And thus been accepted
Into the Academy
Of the incurable
And the ******

Alone
I wander dow
An endless tunnel
A tunnel, with no end
Without a lover
Or friend
There is no light
Just the shining gleeful eyes
Of rats
Skittering about
The only sound
Are the high pitched squeaks
I carry on walking, wandering
My hand-held torch
It's dimming faint light
I am alone
The light of my existence
Is fading
And empty
And still
And pointless
I know not my destination
I know not if the tunnel
Has an end
I know not
If i will once again
Have a lover
Or a long lost friend
The rats are skittish
And seemingly, as pointless
As my hopes
My torch goes out
As i wander
Into the infinite
Unknown darkness
by Jemia

Just off the coast of Belgium
Through roaring seas we sailed
Riding the crest of titanic waves
Our progress was curtailed

Whilst our hearts pounded, in gaping mouths
Our mobile island, dipped deep in the water
Whilst mermaidian sirens of the deep
Tried to lure us to, a watery slaughter

Each time we plummeted downwards
Screams of terror, came from the graveyard ocean bed
Seemingly awaiting, we soldiers of the sea
Where lay the sightless, eternally weeping dead

The cargo now loose, and listingly
Lost its equilibrium, so much in need
Each sailor prepared themselves to die
On which the hungry sea, was about to feed

The only lull, lay in lifeless disarray
One crew overboard, died for us all
Yet fear delayed the wake
As we sailed through another, oceanic wall

With trembling hearts, and courage destroyed
We ventured on, towards the Hook
The calm tranquillity, of the Rhine took charge
Each sailor, gave Poseidon's grave
One last fleeting look

by Jemia

Like a soft zephyr breeze
Emitting from my derriere
But more fragrant!
The beautiful Cherry Blossom
Gently rolling along
Like a soft aromatic carpet
Of pink Marshmallows
With just the sound
Of a busy bee's hum
Without the odour
Of a smelly ***!

by Jemia

Tomorrow
I shall time travel
Into the future
For about six months
But i wont be alone
As everyone around me
Will join me
In this temporary twilight zone
I hope i remember
To wear different socks
As we all add one hour
To our various clocks
This Summertime
The living, is unlikely to be easy
Tick tock

by Jemia

Like crushed velvet
And silken shrouds
Hidden dimensions
A tsunami of waves
That wavers
As a cascading waterfall
Crashes against
The sharp
And bleeding rocks below
As the unstoppable
Is ill-met with the unmoving
I wander into my room
Dreams over, or just begun?
And before me
Sat upon a tri-legged seat
Was a beautiful Elfin lady
I searched into her soulful eyes
Swirling colours
Full of magic, mischief, and love
My head spun
As i wondered, from whence she had come
Perhaps from an ethereal world
From above, or far below?
She had read my thoughts
And spoke, that there was no
Below, or above
That she was of nature's fair
As an invisible wind
Danced within her golden hair
This Elfin lady, thence did declare
That she was here, with an offer
Of which, she would now tell
That she knew of my sadness
And sometimes deep despair
At the world in which i live
And although she could not promise
That the surreal world of nature
Did not have suffering
As maybe, wasn't as pure as i dreamt
But it had no lies, or pretense
I took her outstretched arms
And held them to my heart
As i flew away with her
To drown in the truth, and reality
Of natures beautiful, magical, essence

by Jemia

An Innuendo?
Offa built a ****
Dutch Peter
Who may
Or may not of
Picked a peck
Of pickled peppers
Allegedly
Stuck his finger
In a ****
Any Offa's?
I imagine
Any Offa's
Will eventually
Peter out
I wonder if
Peter
Is Pan?

by Jemia

Art In The Park

The Art In The Park
What a wonderful lark
A wonderful lark indeed

They'll be art, and fun
For everyone
To sow this wonderful seed

This seed will start growing
As smiles are overflowing
As the sun shines high above

The future looks bright
To behold this beautiful sight
From Art In The Park, with love!

by Jemia

The Ice Moon Of Saturn
As i wander off
To the land of fae
Whence i shall fly
Under a moonlit sky
And dance in circles
With my fairy friends
And ride on the backs
Of dragons
Warmed by their firey breath
As their cinders
Flow through the air
Like glowing fireflies
As their roar
Like rumbling thunder
Quakes the Earth
And i will feel free again
As i admire the magic all around me
Engulfed by its' majesty
As i escape these earthly shackles
That bind me
As i kiss
The wet, and watery wind
And savour it's succulence
Then pirouette with pleasure
Then return to the dance
The magic, and romance
As my tulip eyes
Are ablaze
With the colours
Of love
And my existence
Will no longer be
Like the Ice Moon of Saturn
That once was
But is no more
Other than a distant echo in time

by Jemia

An unwanted marriage
The husband is the Taliban
The brides
Were all the women, and girls
Of Afghanistan
The 'husband' declared
That his wives
Would still be entitled
To all their rights
But everyone knew
Deep down inside
Once the 'honeymoon' period was over
And all the 'guests' were gone
The Taliban men, and man
Would commence their Taliban ban
Where all his 'wives'
Would soon have no rights
or freedoms
You can't always count on
Something that you would Bid-on

by Jemia

The green pen
With no inks
No words to write
Methinks....

by Jemia

i'm very creative, i am, i am
i'm very creative, i am
i'm as creative, as a puppy in a pram
if you don't believe me, just ask Pam!
by Jemia

I know little to ease
On names of trees
Nor much on a variety of flowers
But whenever i wander through
Alexandra Park, so true
I am lost in it's beauty, for hours

An artists full palette
A tapestry of colours set
With a myriad of beautiful hues
The birds, and the bees
And the broad slender trees
And the sky, is an azure blue

This beautiful park light
Is a wonderful sight
I could wander, and dream for hours
With my butterfly wings
And an heart, that now sings
Whilst admiring the colourful flowers

As the moonlight shines bright
On this now, ethereal sight
With softly , silhouetted trees
I could skip through the park
What a wonderful lark
As an aeolian song, purrs in the breeze

by Jemia

I feel hollow

Just a simple walk

To a lovely old

Antiquated postbox

Surrounded

By the innocence

Of nature

Then a white transit van

And a yell of abuse

Kills the benefit

Iv'e just enjoyed

The melodic birdsong

Is silenced

The trees sag

The flowers droop

My return view

Of the azure ocean

Glimmering on the horizon

Becomes dull, and listless

It's now 4:28am

At 4:40am

A motorbike roars past

Accompanied by a screeching seagull

I could

Would

Scream

But prefer instead

Silence

Four billion stars
In our Milky Way
Two million light years away from the next galaxy
Planet Earth
Is no more than a grain of sand
On the infinite beaches of eternity
As we drift
Like teardrops
Through the oceans of time
As the universe
Ebbs, and flows
Like the pulse
Of an irregular heartbeat
Forever growing
Expanding
Into a vast unknown
Humanity
Is no more
Than a small island race
Of comparatively small ambitions
We can change the world
That is all
Yet our leaders
See themselves
As gods
That in reality
Are no more
Than **** holes
In the soft ****** snow of existence

by Jemia

Today, i looked at a wall
And saw a face, i didn't recognise at all
It returned my gaze, and said this one thing
If you have an ******, try not to sing!

This puzzled me, to the furthest extreme
As if i had an ******, i'd more likely scream
But my memory of such things, were in the distant past
And a scream might sound like singing, but very very fast

So i checked my old diaries, and that kind of thing
And found a comment, "remember not to sing!"
It was in my own writing, i was much perplexed
As i don't remember being, quite so oversexed

So i contacted ex girlfriends, and a one night stand
One of them had moved, to a far off land
I asked if they'd moved there out of choice
She replied no, it was because of my voice!

I screamed, and cried, and lamented, was my voice oh so bad?
She told me it was more to do, with the fact i was mad
It would of been okay, if i'd sung ballads, and similar things
But i screamed like a Banjee, as if strangled by strings

I thanked her profusely, and apologised too
And considered on whether, i should be caged in a zoo
But as i was single, and likely to stay this way
I told the face on the wall, to simply go away

The face on the wall ignored me, for quite a while
Then opened it's eyes, and began to smile
You silly woman, you're talking to yourself
I am just a mirror, hanging on your shelf!
by Jemia

I'd play cards
On my own
But
I haven't got
The patience
Although
It has been said
That i am
A bit of a card
Which made me
A little snappy
So whistfully
I bridged
That gap
And learned
Not to snap
Or be rummy
After a gin, or two
Not much to brag about
Or crib
Despite my lack of patience
I never got out
Think i'll throw
My cards in

by Jemia

Last night, i dreamt
That i found
A three dimensional
Jigsaw puzzle
Of myself
When i tried to pick it up
It started to fall apart
Toes, fingers
Arms, legs
Hands, and feet
Finally
There was just my head
It looked to fragile to touch
And was concerned
That i may lose my mind
And my whole life
Would fall apart
And when i attempted to pick up
The smaller pieces
They fell like quicksand
Through my hands
I eventually tried
To lift up my head
But that too
Fell completely apart
As my thoughts began to dissipate
Into the ether
And felt
I would lose my mind
Only my heart remained intact
But at least
That had previously been patched together
Although
It still felt broken

by Jemia

We reached our final destination, just outside a quiet little village in North Wales, for a peaceful camping holiday, and a well deserved escape from the humdrum. The sun was slowly breaking through a dewy morning mist, and the only signs of life, was a small stony quaint Welsh Cottage, set amongst a little wood in the distance, as a small plume of smoke rose from it's chimney.
Right by the camping area, was a very old stony bridge, which went over a rambling brook. There were various other tents on the site, but they appeared empty, and although there were vehicles by them, there was no signs of their occupants, so we assumed they were either still sleeping, or had gone for a walk, exploring the beautiful countryside around us.
It was all truly gorgeous, and we were feeling lucky to of found such an idyllic spot. Even our teenage daughter looked enthralled by it's breathtaking beauty, as for a change she wasn't on her phone or other tech.
We put the tent together, and sat down for some tea, and sandwiches, and simply took in the surrounding countryside. i decided to take some pics, and was fascinated by the bridge, and decided to get some closer shots, as it was so old, which added to the magic around us. As i got closer, i could see lots of bones scattered about, which i first thought were probably sheep, or even cattle. some were lying in the brook, and others, on it's side. As i got closer still, to my horror, i realised they were human skeletons, and some still had small amounts flesh on them! I turned and ran back to the tent, getting the car keys out as i ran, and shouting out "we're leaving right now, get in the car!" My partner looked confused, and obviously concerned at me shouting, our daughter responded more quickly, as she picked up my sense of urgency. My partner obviously enchanted by the beauty of the place, started to clear things up, i said "leave them, we've got to go right now!" She also realised something was wrong, i threw her the keys as we jumped into the car. As we were driving off, i looked behind, and saw a large ferocious looking Troll appear, from under the bridge......
by Jemia

I remain in my wooden abode
I have no work
But i survive well
On my ramshackle home
No-one really notices me
But i do occasionally meet
Members of my clan
My food is chewy, and moist
Sometimes to salty
And sometimes rotten
But i am grateful for this feast
I bore holes
As my doorway
Which allows me
Entrances, and exits
Which are sometimes
Plugged up by other residents
To keep the ravages
Of the stormy treacherous seas
At bay
My friends call me Lucy
I call myself Lucinda
I live a simple life
As any other Woodworm would
by Jemia

This strange existence
In this strange new world
As invisible forces
Control our life's
We now roam this planet
Like masked bandits
Fearful of what we touch
Or breathe
And all those
For whom we may grieve
Hoping to wake up
And finding
It's all been a dream
Then blurry-eyed reality
Creeps in with the awakening
Wake up! Wake up!
Please wake up!

by Jemia

Seeking a solemn quietude
To escape my idling loneliness
I ventured outwards, on a quest
Wandering back into a forgotten past
Firstly stepping into a building of words
But was unable to access my needs
So abandoned the site of interest
And ambled trippingly to an old world
As i had espied a thing of thoughts
On a previous visit through time
Yet seemingly, twas only yesterday
by Jemia

It is almost impossible to try to think

And way to hot, for an interesting drink

And to contemplate the writing, of something in verse

My brain needs attending, by a poetry nurse



She could fan my ego, with love and sympathy

And supply me with cups, of Earl Grey tea

And massage my soul, and feed me some food

And things i won't mention, it'd be a bit rude



But in return, for these comforts, and desire

I'd do the same, and relight her fire

And feed her, and tea her, a fan her, and yet

As i believe in giving, as good as i get



In the meantime, i shall lie here, and simply melt

And pretend i am graceful, lissom, and svelte

Soon to depart my boudoir, for another lair

As it's time to rise, from my lazy derriere!

by Jemia