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

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

by Jemia

Try as i might
I cannot seem to escape this world
This mortal coil of mine
Is caught in an ever tightening knot

I feel strangled
Simply on the whim of others
I wish to freely fly
But my wings remain clipped

Destiny, lies destitute
Landlocked, and lingering
As fragile
As a whispering cloud

I look to the night sky
But the stars merely blink
And say nothing
They are already ghosts

The oceans, ebb, and flow
Shift, in the sands of time
Hide behind
Their lunar (e)motions

A heart beat, slows
Forlorn, forgotten
A broken shell
A grain of sand
Always shifting

by Jemia

Invite to the Wild Fairy Ball
Hosts Titania and Oberon, hear our call
Welcome, welcome, welcome one, and all
You are duly invited, to attend our ball
Where Fairies, and Elves, and Pixies will dance
And lovers will meet, for a little romance
Where tables are set, full of food and red wine
And musical harps, and lyres, will offer sublime
And owls, and foxes, cats, and hares
Will dance the dance Fandango, with a magical flare
Pan will enchant you, with his pipes all afire
All will dance, around the flames of desire
And Unicorns will gallop, and Trolls will groan
Welcome one and all, to the twilight zone
Try not to turtle, smurtle, fret, or fottle
There is no need, to bring a bottle!
by Jemia

Under soft green light
Psitherisms sussurate
Love forest bathing

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

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

The silent sighs of loneliness
Sweep softly, and secretly
Through succulent memories
As a sad reminiscence
Searches, and sears
Through a yearning soul
Sometime, maybe soon
Someone
Somewhere
With sweet seductive eyes
Will sweep me away
To some secret hideaway
Within our hearts
I await such sorcery
And majestic mysterious magic
Solemnly
As surely now
Tis but a sweet dream
And the lonely silence
Will prevail
by Jemia

Silent Light
As i lie here
In my cold untidy room
Bank statements, and poetry
Intermingling, lie strewn, and scattered
Upon the floor
Like a reluctant ****
A barrel ***** is playing on the radio
Like a haunting
As ghosts of yesterday
Fill my mind, reminiscent memories
Can be so unkind
The wet, and windy weather without
Reflects upon my inner storm
Unrelenting
In this cold isolation
Soon
This bleak solitude
Will have some reprieve
As i try to latch on to some optimism
As sweet music, and words
Will float through the air
Embracing my heart
With the magic of creativity
"If music be the food of love"
Then i am a jacket potato
In e minor
Leaking soft butter,
Once my coat has been sliced open
The music on the radio
Suddenly becomes more intense
And so
In my defence
I switch it off
And simply lie
In the soft silent light
Of my dragon lamp
And return to my reminiscing
A chaotic opera
Of memories
With my pirouetting heart
That now lays alone
Like an empty fruit bowl

by Jemia

Silent Night
I know
What is awaiting me
Whilst i'm enjoying
Whilst it's here
The moment
The noise
Of company
And entertainment
The chit chat
That come Christmas week
All that will remain
Is the white noise
Of silence
As i will
Experience the quietude
Of the days
And nights ahead
And festive memories
Of Christmas pasts
And silent nights

by Jemia

The only sounds
That i desire
Are the silent sighs
Of butterflies

by Jemia

Looking for something
That you've already found
Blinded by realities, bitter-sweet taste
Skirting around the edges
But wary of the depth
You're loath, to venture in
A castaway, forever beached
A thought lost in infinities
Vast myriads of confusion
Pure, yet unrefined
Lost innocence
Abandoned, on the seas of doubt
That flood, reluctant thoughts
A moment to ponder.....

by Jemia

Words
Like the soft silk
Of newborn flesh
Blowing, a billowing in the wind
Sinking
Into oceans of doubt
And alternative portals
With different outcomes
Then turning from silk
Into velvet
The ocean changes
Becoming a dark pool
Deep
And dangerous
Yet strangely alluring
As i begin to drown
Within a thousand sorrows
Yet somehow
Scramble ashore
And walk through the quicksand
Of doubts

by Jemia

The gathering sprites
Wandered over some dizzy heights
And flew
In a strange sky, of a curious hue
Landing in a country park
And for a lark
Blew raspberries
As they chuckled with glee
Which seemingly
Lifted them back to the trees
Higher, and high
They did fly
Until they rested
Upon the highest most twig
Proceeded then, to do a jig
And glancing downwards
At the lowly ground
They espied a beauty so profound
On the wondrous earth below
And so
Flew back downwards
For more of a lark
Created some fantastical art
In this wonderful, wonderful, beautiful park

by Jemia

As the soft silent snow
Gently flows
The now frozen landscape
Slows
To a quiet stillness
Other than
A Robin Redbreast
Singing sweetly, and serenely
Upon a box hedge
As i silently dream
Of an old wooden sledge
Reminiscing
Of years gone by
As i flew down
A snowy hillside
And believed i could fly
I then screamed with excitement
And also with fear
Relishing the joy
That Christmas was near
Hands frozen from snowballs
Thrown with much fun
As snowmen were built
Under the cool winter sun
Then return home
To a warming log fire
And a cup of hot chocolate
Was my biggest desire
The ice on the windows
Inside, and out
As the landscape around
Gradually froze
My cheeks, a soft reddish blush
Awaiting the dread
Of snow turned to slush

by Jemia

during this festive season
a friend
surreptitiously
conveyed to me
something of great interest
ive examined this escapee
of a cabinet of curiosity
with great interest
and am contemplating
whether i should
set a match to it
for it also possesses
great artistry
in it's construction
and was so beautifully gift wrapped
it feels sacrificial
but yet again
it's very purpose
is to be sacrificed
and for its burning flame of passion
will surely lighten my imagination
and if i don't
it's purpose
and beauty
will lie wasted
so i struck two flints together
but to no avail
then remembered
i had a box
of fire sticks
aka Cooks household matches
in the kitchen
i put the item
between my willing
and excitable, tingling lips
struck the firestick
as a flare of a frozen dragons breath
rose like an angry volcano
a red glow appeared at the end of this object
and thus, i immediately
felt slightly ******!
what a lovely joint
thank you
my surreptitious friend
their are now clouds
of mystery
exploring my chandelier
as they weave their
gently caressing way
towards the unpainted
but pure ceiling
of my mind!
by  Jemia 💕🦋🦋
i am now
as a butterfly
sweet dreams x

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

Tis true
My rear
Doth hurt
Through, and through
The pain
In my derriere
Seems so so unfair
But soft
And tender care
As i limp around
Like a wounded dragon
My flame
Long ago
Snuffed out
Without a sniff
It would seem
It's all about
There's no doubt
Sniffs, ifs, and butts....

by Jemia

Today, it snowed
Soft, ******, drifting snow
Pure, white, cleansing flakes
Floating softly downwards
And sidewards
Twirling, and swirling
A light coating on twigs
Branches, leaves, stone walls
Concrete, me
And earth
It appears no more
Than a passing flurry
The first snow
Ive witnessed
For several years
Ive missed it's innocence
Yet still remember
This beauty
Can still be a beast
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

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

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

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

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

i saw a pregnant goldfish once,
or maybe it was overfed,
but when i checked next morning,
it had grown another head....
by Jemia

Inside my head
Lies my thread
Where i find
My Abacus mind

I count
Add
Subtract
Divide
And multiply

And all this
Soothes me
Where i find some sense
And equillibrium
Logic, and balance

Whether i check
The pros, and cons
Of my income
And outgoings
And the outcome
Of my ingoings

I find my logic
My peace of mind
Numbers never numb me
Always
Are something
I can count on

by Jemia

i, havE..sOme diffiCulty
with senten-
ce
structure an"d./
pUNCtuation*""!
Thrutched up with
LanGuage////>
whIcH iS mos''t
DiscombobulatinG?<
And also
quitE
KerfufFling!!!"
          Especially
When my Words
fallllll......
D
O
W
N
into;;;;;"'
            b i t s and!
p i e c e     s'
This is when i know no nows
And no longer know
What the onus is with nous
Crag swaggering on the rocks
With my words
Abseiling
Into mountainous
Momentous
Moments!

by Jemia

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

I sow the seeds
Hoping to place them
Where they shall
Prosper, and grow
Yet i never know
I water them daily
With positive thoughts
Awaiting for them to blossom
But often
I plant the seeds
With negativity
For i am human
And my seeds of hope
Sometimes run dry
So i water those
With my tears
Of love
And hope that this
Will furnish them
With renewed positivity

by Jemia

Socially awkward
Pride before a fall

Ramblings, whilst rambling
Out of comfort zones call

Not used to company
Tentative inhibitions stall
by Jemia

I awoke this morning,
With the following thoughts:
Thinking Outside The Box:
Funny how we all live on this big giant circle
But dwell within squares, or oblongs
Yet when we come across small circles
We're inclined to
kick it,
Head it,
Throw it,
Or hit it with something
I wonder what shape infinity could be
Or am i simply talking a lot of *****.....?🙃🦋

by Jemia

Shoulds't i venture out
Into the wet cooling wind
To feel the rain
Moisten my bare legs

And as the wind blows
Through my wild skittish hair
The silver globules
Disguise my tears

The damp briskness
Will awaken my emotions
Will let me
Feel alive

The clammy cloudy clouds
Leaking gently
Feeding
A thirsty nature

The wind
May blow away
My shrouded
Emotions

The slow drip, drop
Silver rivers
Their under bellies
Belie, race downwards

Upon my window
Trickles
Like sticky tears
Gluey opalescence

by Jemia

I lay accused
Of much saucy sorcery
A comique travesty
Of injustice
Of lying with a mate
Of a wiccan witch
My plea lay before me
And yaye
Verily didst i say
He limply didst try
To have his way
And much awkwardness
Dids't follow
But i was much revolted
And disinclined to enjoy
As i was not the type
To have such sauciness
With any kind of boy
As he limply did
Try to lay
But was unable
Under such a fine table
To put on
Any kind of display
Where-in his goodly wife interjected
And saying i spoke troth
As he was so oft
To try any available broth
Where-in he was put in stocks
And was allowed
To keep on his socks
And i was duly cleared at the bench
And thereafter had frolics
With his goodly wiccan *****
For we were both thesbians
Or something of that ilk
And shared many a moment
Of curdling our milk

by Jemia

Something is brewing
Anticipation deceives
Storm in a teacup

by Jemia

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

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

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

As the sun, and moon
Danced together
Under a blue azure sky
The stars
Awaited the twilight
Their moment
For now
Suspended in time
And whilst the sun
Still shone
The universe
Batted no eyelids
As the wings of time
Floated on the ether
Of  the tomorrows
Of the unknown

by Jemia

Yesterday
As i took my
My ******* to the bins
I discovered
Much to my surprise
A supermassive black hole
Had appeared on my doorstep
Accompanied by
A variety of galaxies
Exo planets
And star forming regions
Thinking on my feet
I thought this will save me
Walking to the bin
And thence
Threw all my *******
Into the supermassive black hole
Wondering
If this may perhaps
Be a possible solution
To off-loading all the crap
That's currently around us
So maybe NASA
Could design
A giant supermassive space dump truck
Head it towards the black hole
And voila, or eureka
A tidy planet
And act like a plug to the black hole
Thus saving us
From being ****** in
Several billion years from now
Well i do like
To think outside the box....

by Jemia

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

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....?

The soft whispers
That gently caresses
My willing
Sensuality

Sweet as a soft  serenading zephyr
Emerald leaves Pirouette
Falling gently
On sodden earth

A ponderous pondering
A wondrous wandering
As floating fairies
Dance in circles of delight

A far of world
A distant fancy
A succulence
A hidden desire

The stars wink
But say nothing
Their silent echo
A reverberation
Of past encounters

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

It's a full moon
What do i expect
I have no idea
Life seems like an illusion
As it sways
And twists
And turns
And sometimes burns
Has its moments
Of beauty
And the beast
Of morsels
And a feast
Of love  
And passion
Of likes
Of a fashion
But ultimately
All anyone can hope for
Or really
Truly
Desire
Is love
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

I need a wee!
A wee what?
A oui?
No!
A wee!
Nein!
No, not nein!
Non!
Just one small ***!
Petite pois?
No!
Nein!
No, just one wee
Ah, wee!
Nein!
Non?
No!
A wee!
A oui?
Yes thanks!
Merci!
No mercy needed!
Danke?
Only on a tuesday!
Quoi?
What?
Look!
I'm simply going for a ****!
For nein pous?
Bye!
Those English!
Very strange!
Oui!
Ja!
Och!

by Jemia

Now that me
And Myfanwy
Are born again virgins
I was thinking
Of career choices
Perhaps as a nun
Do they have pronouns
Or pronuns?
But i wondered perhaps
I should reconsider
As likely to lead
To bad habits
So decided
I'm having nun of it
Is a female shaman
A shawoman?
But that sounds similar
To a char woman
And i'm not much use
At housework
Although i do love
A nice cup of char
Tea anyone?

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

The Weeping Willow
Uproots and stalks travellers
Folklore from England

The blousy clouds
Burst
The tears then tumble down
Accompanied by a myriad others
As they fall
Creating puddles, and ponds
Soaking the soil
Drip dropping
Splashing
Silver globules
Jump for joy
As they bounce
Then fall into each others arms
Like long lost lovers
Such intimate embraces
As together, they trickle down hills
Off leaves of trees
An array of journeys
As they all meld together
Like a long lost friends
Soon they are freely flowing
Bleeding along arteries of rivers
Feeding nature
The watery lifeblood
Of this planet
by Jemia

No way, for Norway
Fined for wearing shorts
Instead of brief bikinis
I wonder what would of happened
If men had to wear mankinis?

The Olympic Committee
Need to be exposed
For such a ridiculous ruling
As the Norwegians gained no advantages
In a competition so gruelling

by Jemia

Tears
Have
Echoes

by Jemia