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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
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
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
tonight is the Yule Full Moon UK which arouses interests!
Amongst the dark
And shadowed trees
In a dank
And dangerous wood
Dwelled an entity
Within a deep, deep pool
Occasionally
When hungry
It would clamber out
Slime dripping of it
Bulging eyes
And rotten teeth
Searching for food
It didn't care
And was never subdued
In what it ate
As long as its victim/prey
Bled
The bones
The only remains
Lay scattered around the pool
Seemingly in contempt
Mostly animals
Birds, foxes, deer
And the occasional human
That had wandered near
Today
I met this beast
And wondered if
On me it would feast
I quickly
As quick as a rabbit on honeymoon
****** a picture
Of a ghastly apparition
Into its face
It stared aghast
And quickly dived back into the pool
I couldn't comprehend the fuss
As it was only a picture
Of Liz Truss
The Horror!
The Horror!
Fin!

by Jemia
Liz Truss is new Prime Minister of UK! :)~
I spent to much time
Of my life
In  de Nile
And eventiually
Got eaten
By de hippo!

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
The River Trent, of the Humber
Usually at slumber
Had a bore
At it's core
Where it would rise
To all and sundry's surprise
From it's tranquil repose
The tidal current rose
Whils't in the Wheelhouse
Sat i, like a frightened mouse
As on the radar screen
A six foot river monster, was to be seen
The ship rose to a new height
As my fear, turned to fright
Yet within moments, it was gone
As the river returned to it's normal calm
by Jemia
Second visit for the Jabawonky
On friday May the Seven
Which hopefully send the Covid
Not to a kind of virus heaven!

I'll be tentative, around ten to ten
As i await my chariots arrival
Not doing this for the fun of it
It's all about survival!

So if my chariot is late
I'll kidnap a local donkey
As i must have this second one
Of this vaccine Jabawonky!

by Jemia
The Killing

We gathered together
In a circle of magic
Lost in the moment
As harpists wove
Their enchantment
Each chord
Echoed
Reverberated
Into the flowing tide
Of our arteries
Into, and through our hearts
As though we were the strings
Then out of the dewy mists
Came a roaring
As before my eyes
I watched with horror
As my dancing companions
Fall to the ground
Impaled on iron spears
Their blood
Began to flow outwards
Still pulsing
From the music
I fled
As they bled
I glanced round
Just the once
Seeing the carnage
And the grinning
Triumphant humans
Savages
Murderers of the innocent
Celebrating their cowardice
I wept
And bled
Then disappeared into the mist

by Jemia
A warm, and gentle zephyr breeze
Kissed me gently, between my knees
And up it rose, between my thighs
Like sensual lips, and silent sighs

I quietly blushed, a pinkish red
As i lay upon, a flowery bed
Then slowly, i closed my shyish eyes
And dreamt of dreams, with butterflies

Their silken wings, softly fanned
Whilst my yearning soul, and heart expand
I kissed the breeze, and suns embrace
Which caressed my lips, then kissed my face

The wind grew wilder, And quite intense
Its' pure desires, caressed my essence
But soon passed, and gradually thinned
This soft, and sensual, kissing wind

by Jemia
Deep into the distant past
A curious story was quietly cast
About a city lost under the sea
Hence Atlantis was born into mythology

And that peoples resided there-in
Breathing bubbles, with mermaid like fins
So a mystery came to be
Of a civilization, 'neath the sea

For hundreds of years, and more
Many have searched the depths of it's folk-lore
Yet so far, no evidence has yet been found
Of this mysterious city, sat upon a watery ground

by Jemia
The Mad Elf
Many years ago
In a land
Far, far away
Lived an elf
Who was secretly
Gay
Sometimes this made her
Happy
Sometimes this made her
Sad
But most of the time
She ate other elves
Because she was
Quite, quite
Mad
She ate them
For breakfast
She ate them
For lunch
And sometimes inbetween
She had an elvish brunch
She ate them for tea
With a side serving of brie
And also for dinner
But rarely after that
And they made her less thinner
Then one fine sunny
Snowy, rainy, dry, wet, day
She saw her reflection
In a rambling talkative brook
And realised
Upon a second look
That she was in fact
A troll

by Jemia
On a tiny little island
In the middle of a small pool
Stood a very, very tall tree
That was ever so tall
That it's top was allowed
To brush the clouds
Near the top of this tree
Lived a small family
Of tree sprites
And late at night
Would often be seen
Creating clouds of a misty green
As they flew, one, and all
Just above the very small pool
Sometimes, when twilight was nigh
They sat astride dragonflies
Their wings often skimming the water
Like stones
Whilst shrieking with pleasure
In a myriad tones
The wise old owl
That lived a few branches lower
Would blink open its owly eyes
Would hoot loudly, and occasionally glower
As the shy squirrel, would hide away like a flower
So would clean out its drey
Which was tucked away
Within the tree
Using its big bushy tail
To sweep away the nut shells
(The sprites would gather these together
To wear on their heads, in stormy weather)
Below the squirrel
Which lived just below the owl
Who in turn
Lived below the tree sprites
There lived a cuckoo
Who
When quite alone
Would waltz around her home
And practise what she would sing
Upon the arrival of Spring
Below the cuckoo, lived two pigeons
Who sometimes teased the cuckoo
By taking it in turn to coo
Coo, coo, what a hullabaloo!
Beneath the pigeons
Lived a woodworm, called Woody
He never made a sound, he could not, how could he?
And just below him, lived a witch so profound
Where the tree, joined the ground
The witch, was called Harriet
She had a broom, as fast as a jet
The wood for the broom, had grown on the tree
As had her wand, of great mystery
The tree
Was called Ogilvy
He was very old, and wise
His aged limbs, touched the skies
His roots ran deep, deep underground
Spreading far, and wide, and all around
He, like the woodworm
Never spoke a sound
Other than to rustle in the breeze
Like most other trees
And when there was a gale
Seemingly seemed, to sometimes wail
As he was pushed sideways, with the wind
Creating a somewhat loud, creaking din
But protected all those, that lived within
And in the Summer, and the Spring
Ogilvy did a magical thing
As all his blossoms, and leaves would grow
They'd reveal the colours, of a beautiful rainbow

by Jemia
The Moon, now shone so bright
It had turned Earth to an eerie daylight
Apart from a silvery misty glow
That first ebbed, and then did flow

Pulsations came from beneath the Earth
Like Ancient times, whence the Moonbirth
The skies turned to a crimson silken red
As birth blood flowed, from mother Earths bed

All unseen nature, came into sight
For this was the unique Moonbirth night
Casting their magic, to and fro
As the newborn moon, began to grow

The fairies danced, in circles of delight
Around the glow, of this ****** moonlight
As all the other creatures, of this secret clan
Were set free, upon this sacred land

The moon glazed pink, as a newborn child
Parted mother Earth, for a far of wild
Now sat in the sky, a frog leap away
Soon became invisible, in the light of day

Other than sweet birdsong, and a shimmering
The Earth became silent, with a curious glimmering
Her ebb and flo, now quietened, and sublime
As the Moon found her place, in the echoes of time
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
Ding-a-****
Sing-a-little song
Dinga-dinga-dinga-**** dell
Ding-a-****
OOOOH what a pong
I think your nappies got a smell

by Jemia
(written for my 1 year old, as I was changing her *****- yes, I was inspired by poooetry!)
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
The clock
Hangs on my wall
The pendulum
No longer swings
But time still passes
As the hands
Marry at 12 o'clock
Twice a day
And have passing flings
As every hour passes
The minute always chasing
Then overtaking
The hour
Kissing the passing
Of time

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
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
Today, i got attacked
By a snappy, yappy
Vicious, and malicious
Fighty, bitey
Small Piranha dog
An ankle biting
Non inviting
Four legged fiend
That tried to let me down
Its irresponsible owner
Made me frown
I felt a bit forlorn
But no blood was drawn
And i shall not grieve
At the small Piranhas little teeth
As it tried to savage
My right leg
Like a woodworm would, a wooden peg
With a pegleg
I wandered off
As i saw sawdust
Leak
From the Piranhas' owners brain
Not even an apology
From the inane

by Jemia
The Pirates Of Perchance
No peaches on the beaches
After much ale quaffed
Just dregs, and remains of pirates
And a man wandering round with a cough

Tis the summer season to be jolly, careful
As some will be careless, and carefree
Disturbed by a madman walking around
Shouting "**** the chinese, can you not see?"

So as the world becomes more disturbingly dystopean
And politics, and politicians become seemingly shy
Unable to face stark realities
As restrictions are eased, this day 19th July

by Jemia
after todays visit into town, a man was walking around coughing at people, and another was shouting out calling everyone blind and stupid, and scarily saying "**** the Chinese!" think i may not venture into town for a while
Upon a ponderance
About infinity, and beyond...
Got lost, be back soon!
It has been said
That the Universe is expanding
Expanding into what?
I cannot comprehend
An end
As surely space
Has no end?
So far, scientists
Understand about 5%
Of what space is comprised of
How they know it's 5%?
In 50 years, or 500 years
5% may be seen
As vastly over exaggerated
And that the big bang
Was no more
Than equivalent to a farting Squirrel
The rest is merely conjecture
And theory
Based on current knowledge
This cherry on the cake
May only be a crumb
Or fulcrum
Time to go venture
Down some wormholes
Black holes, Dark Matter
And perhaps a few rabbit holes
see ghosts of neutrino particles
And their distant unknown relatives
Hiding on 'the other side'
Of the theoretical unknown
Just had a rollmop herring sandwich
Or did i?
Maybe
It was some kind of other reality
And i merely 'felt' the echo
Of another version of me
In a parallel world?
Time to go *** in a portal!

by Jemia
The Portable Portaloo ***** Portal
On a distant campsite
One wild and starry night
I was suddenly overcome with nausea
From an unknown implausea
Fearing i'd met my Waterloo
I dashed off to the portaloo
But thankfully wasn't to ill
It was just a touch, of a touchy chill
But suddenly the portaloo spun
My curious journey had just begun
When opening the portaloo door
I couldn't believe the sights i saw
There were parrots all dressed up in drag
And a mouse, and an elephant having a ****
Giraffes with very small necks
And a wise old owl sending texts
A cat being released out of a bag
And a bull being chased by a red red rag
A skunk staggering around a little bit drunk
Spiders drinking tea with biscuits to dunk
I'd seen enough with nothing else to do
But to return to the safety of the portaloo
It spun again then turned upside down
I was glad i'd flushed as i tried not to drown
And within minutes or was it days or years?
I was back at the campsite, now gone were my fears
I returned to my tent, life is not always as it seems
As i closed my eyes, as i entered my dreams
More mysteries began to unfurl
As i entered another very curious world

by Jemia
Pro's
LOVE!!!!!
Unity
Harmony
Bliss
Great ***?
Love is blind (at first)
Beauty is only skin deep
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
(get it out with optrex)
And if the bed collapses
I'll see you in the Spring
Con's
love....
End of Honeymoon period
Excessive wind?
Excessive snoring?
Messier than yourself?
Tidier than yourself?
Picky?
Financial implications?
FAR RIGHT
FAR LEFT
RELIGIOUS EXTREMIST
NARCISSISTIC
COERSIVE
BIGOTTED
RACIST
SEXIST
XENOPHOBE
­BULLY
DISLOYAL
CONSPIRACY THEORIST
None of the above?
Then there is hope!

by Jemia
If you go down
To the Bluebell woods today
You'll hardly believe your eyes
If you go down
To the Bluebell woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
For Jemia
The readily bare bear
Who loves her honey mead
And copper red hair
Today's the day
That ready bares
Love a piquenic!

by Jemia
did my first life modelling session yesterday, and played with an old song!
The sea
Came gushing in
Like stampeding
Wild horses
Their manes
Caught in the chill wind
Like the surf
Then like ghosts
Vanished Into the mists
These were soon followed
By more horses
Rearing up
With the crashing tides
And these too
Would disappear
And so it continued
I remained, transfixed
By these apparitions
Until finally
There was one
That had a silvery horn
I expected that this too
Would go the same way
As all the others
Its mane
White as the surf
As it stepped upon the beach
Then trotted towards me
Its muscles rippling
Its eyes
As blue as the ocean
Glanced over at me
As though
It had sought me out
As i stood
Amongst the dunes
I rubbed my eyes
As though
To erase
This strange vision
Within moments
The Unicorn stood beside me
It then knelt down
As if gesturing
For me to mount it
I was soon astride
And holding firm
Clasping onto its salty mane
As we galloped along
This desolate
Wind swept beach
I did not question
This strange reality
Simply relishing
This strange moment
The Unicorn
Suddenly banked
And returned towards the sea
Into the crashing waves
As i was returned
To the ocean
My silent sirens call
Had been heard
As the horn of the Unicorn
Glistened
In the magical moonlight

by Jemia
There were three brothers from Leamington Spa
They walked over hills
And travelled afar

Thomas, the elder, of the curious three
Moved to Sherwood Forest
And lived in a tree

Richard ,the middle, far to bold
Married Medusa
And was turned to gold

Harold, the younger, of a different ilk
Went fishing for sharks
Which he then tried to milk

There was no mention of their little sister
Maybe because
She'd been born as a mister

There were three brothers of Leamington Spa
Who were eventually pickled
And put in a jar

by Jemia
The Yellow, and Black Club-Tailed Dragonfly
Hovers above the Trespasser, nee Ptolemys' Trisantonis
Flirting briefly with the fast flowing river
Then quick as a streak of lightning
Flutters off, to linger above the reed-beds
As it pirouettes daintily upon the breeze
Its' reflective vibrancy, silhouetted on the Wetlands
With the appearance, from a short distance
An ethereal fancy, of a fluttering fairy
Or an obscure looking Wasp, or Hornet
Natures way, a sense of curious attraction
Supplying a Dragon, over the River Arun
Equipped with a club, now at arms
Defending the castle, with all its charms
by Jemia
Flowing by the wetlands of Arundel
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by

Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed

Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go

Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of its' long history
Along with Arundel Castle founded in 1067
Chalk downs rise on either side, but no mystery

At Amberley Church, by Arundels' castle walls
Ghostly sitings of a girl, with golden ringlets in her hair
Hungry Seals sometimes ventured up river
In times long past, mistakenly thinking Mermaids were there!

In the Middle-Ages, the river was known as
River of Arundel, The Arundel River, or The High Stream of Arundel, to confuse
By 1577, the first use of it's modern name was recorded
Although the other names were still often in use

The Rother, The Chilt, and Upper Arun
Tri in Roman, the three tributaries
Although Trisanto, when roughly translated
Could also mean 'one who goes across', perhaps the rivers three

Arundel for many years, served as a port
Ships docking at the Town Quay, formerly Mayors Quay
From the 13th century, coastal and cross channel trading vessels
Also passengers, Catholic priests, and soldiers, were carried across the sea

Yet by the 1840's, use of the river declined
Due to changes in coastal shipping, and the use of railway lines
By the mid 1850's, barges were replaced by coasters
And by 1886, most river traffic, was on the decline

The River Arun has seen much history
all 37 miles of it, from source to the sea
As it rises from a series of Ghylis, or Gills
All part of it'' profound majesty

It's Spring Tides, twice every Lunar month
Allowed larger vessels to venture along her waters
Some built at the Nineveh Shipyard
Such as Hoys, and Sailing Barges, becoming the Aruns' daughters

The River Arun, feeds ancient woodlands
And reedbeds, where dwell Water Voles, Kingfishers, the rare Nene Goose
Along with Bewick Swans, in the cold winter months
Where the yellow, and black, Common Club-Tailed Dragonflies, fly loose

The fast flowing Arun, second fastest in the United Kingdom
The Trespassers waters, has aided humans, and nature throughout
The Arun never crossed borders out of Sussex
And is one of the countries finest rivers, without a doubt
by Jemia
It's funny when you wake up
And reality slaps you in the face
Awake for two hours since
Weighing up a dilemma, that only lets me wince
As the realms of possibility
Disappear to a far off place
As ways of getting there,
And then getting back
Fall into a chasm of despair
During the last three moons now gone
Awaiting a carriage home, Can be at least
Three hours long
The only frequency
Is in their unreliability
Oft ive awaited two to three hours
And one time more
So with sadness
And much regret
I may have to abandon
This weekend of rainbows, yet
Unless i lasso
A flying pig asleep
Or ride atop Pegasus
Or simply, quietly, weep

by Jemia
Robins are Puckish
Eternally red-breasted
Delivering hope

Bury the dead with leaves
Red-breasted Robins in myth
Estranged hero, folk-lore

Are positive sign
Symbolises renewal
Thoughts of lost love, lurks

by Jemia
Tonight
I was told
A story
To as yet unfold
That due
To my faux fur hat
And my faux fur coat
I had the appearance
Of a stoat!
But no
I jest in vane
The full moon
Has turned me
A touch insane
That in reality
That i appeared
As a Russian Princess
With a certain amount  
Of finesse
And curiously
As i was sat
Upon a bench
A slightly Mead intoxicated *****
A man passing by
Seemingly of Russian descent
said
"I like your boots!"
" thank thee" said i
I slurped some more Mead
As i gazed
Upon the swirling ocean
As i pondered upon my  
Moonish emotions
by Jemia
On the surface, bouncing, skimming stones
Where tails of Mermaids, splashed, in myriad tones
Beneath, where lay the drifting bones
Of the locker, of the fabled Davy Jones
Lured by the Sirens, succulently seductive, drones
Now lie beside, Poseidon's gilded, hallowed throne
by Jemia
From Wuthering Heights
To withering frights
Lo! i am the witch that be
I live on the sand, just by the sea

I cause the sand, to fall into your bread
I laugh at your curses, and what you have said
And watch with joy, as the seagulls attack
And fly away with, your seaside snack

I don't have a broom, as i use a sail
I cackle, and curse, and occasionally wail
And should you wonder at my green-ness indeed
It's due to my diet, of eating seaweed!

I especially enjoy things, when the sky turns grey
And a storm is brewing, with plenty of spray
With a cold wind ablowing, sand everywhere
I cackle, and chuckle, as it gets in your hair

Apart from all that, cold, and ice
Deep down inside, I'm actually quite nice
If you meet me, i'll happily include you
In my eye of newt, and wing of bat stew!

by Jemia
What was thought to be a small island ear to the Bermuda Archipelagos in the North Atlantic Ocean, discovered a hundred, or so, years ago. it's now been found to be, a uniquely rare species of a giant frog.
Resulting in a summit of all the world's scientists, and leaders, fearful that this frog may hop, or leap. and such is it's size, and weight, could cause a giant super Tsunami, that could flood the entirety of the globe.
Therefore, should they put into place, preventative measures, such as culling it. with this in mind, the French delegation immediately offered to dispose of the frog's legs.
It was decided to approach the problem by visiting the site, where the frog was sat, so a large cruise ship embarked on a small voyage to visit the site, so as to decide how best to deal with the situation, and the fate of the frog, that the press were now calling 'Frog Island'.
Meanwhile, the frog, which was just awakening after a long hibernation, opened it's enormous eyes, saw what it thought was a large fish floating nearby, and without waiting, it's massive tongue shot out, and swallowed the cruise ship whole. the stomach of the frog, was happy to digest the actual ship, but immediately disposed of it's contents, all wrapped up in spawn, and delivered out of it's rear end, shocked, but alive, and soon rescued.
Subsequently, there was an uncertainty, as to how to destroy the frog. If it were bombed, it may still cause a Tsunami, if it were poisoned, he impact could cause catastrophic environmental damage, and poison the world's oceans further. Another idea was proffered, perhaps they could try to somehow pin it down to the ocean floor, but the scientists couldn't reach any agreement, as they had no way of knowing how strong the frog may be, and besides, maybe it was so big, it couldn't move, even if it wanted to. No-one could even guess at it's origin, and felt sure it was some kind of anomaly, of some as yet unknown species, as the largest known frog until now, had been the Goliath frog, measuring up to just over 12". They took some comfort by the fact that there were no indications, it had ever moved.
It's mouth was at sea level, and initially, it's diet seemed to consist of a variety of sea life, and assumed that the frog had eaten the ship by mistake. At it's rear, they soon discovered remains of all kinds of fish, including Whale bones, along with flotsam and plastics, and other debris. Further investigations, unveiled remains of ships, and aircraft, this puzzled scientists at first, but at least explained that the cruise ship hadn't been the first mistake, if mistake it was?
Meanwhile, conspiracy theorists, and the like, around the globe, went into overdrive, and started now to believe that the frog was the cause of all the mysteries that had ever occurred in the area known as The Bermuda Triangle, further investigation, helped along with satellite images revealed, that indeed, there may an element of truth to it all, as some of the missing ships, and planes from a period of over 100 years, were discovered by the rear end of the frog.
Although this seemingly solved one mystery, the bigger mystery, and potential global threat, was the frog, and another worrying thought, was did it have the potential to reproduce. If that were a possibility, was there another 'frog island' somewhere, lurking in the oceans, somewhere on this planet?
Various instruments were landed on the 'island', using similar technology as used in missions to the moon, to carefully find samples, that may give some clues as to how to deal with the situation. It was soon discovered, that the frog was in fact at least 2,000 years old. Furthermore, there was some kind of undersea volcanic activity, originating from the frog itself, somehow connected to it's digestive system, and burning stomach acids. Further baffling, and worrying scientists, as any interference could cause dangers to the structure of the planet itself, and it was still unknown to where it's feet were, so further investigations were urgently needed, as time was of the essence.
Meanwhile, the frog simply stayed where it was, aware of all the hive of activity around, and upon it, and remembered a joke it had once heard "good morning mister frog, how deep is the water today?" "kneedeep kneedeep!" said the frog. The giant frog was so amused by this, it let out an enormous belch.
Meanwhile, a nearby ancient under water volcano erupted, sending a tsunami across the ocean directly towards the frog, and arrived just as the frog had belched, in the process drowned the frog instantly.
An island, not so far away, a pair of giant eyes opened....
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
To be a seagull
Soaring through
The silver blue sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sudden earth
Remains dry
Yet sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flutters
As it sees
What it sees
As the splintered remnants
Of daylight deftly dims
The seagull hesitates
As it espies
Breadcrumbs falling
From the faltering skies
And wonders
As to how this can be
Then notices brie
Floating on the sea
Then realises
As the misted sun dies
That it was merely a dream
The seagull, at first laughs
Then cries
Screeching in a rage
It much prefers camembert
Of a certain age

by Jemia
Giant steps
On the dark side
Luna tics
Velikovsky
Worlds collide
Moonlight shadows
Moon cheese
Lunacy, and crackers
I watched
Just eleven years old
As it happened
The very first man
To leave a footprint
On the surface of the Moon
Mankind since
A step to far
I regularly explore space
When i'm asleep
Space odyssey's
So soon
After the Moon
Feeling like
I was no longer cocooned
On planet Earth
But for now
The quiet seduction
Of an alien abduction
Lies only in my dreams
Where within a wilder space
Screams, remain unheard
Moon walking
Second step
For a Buzz

by Jemia
Bouncing upon
Pillowed blue-grey clouds
That hang in the midst
Of an Azure sky
The gleeful shrieks
Of the sky fairies
Are muffled
By the whistling wind
Which in turn
Sets aeolian harps
To play
Creating a both surreal
And strange
Ethereal sound
And as the fairies bounce
They poke holes in the clouds
Which then leak
Onto the now
Moistening earth below
As each fairy
Holds tight
Attaching themselves
To these dewy droplets
Drifting downwards
There fall
Broken by the awaiting
Cherry blossom
And emerald green leaves
Until the wind
Scoops them up
Returning them to the sky
In which they reside

by Jemia
Once upon a time
Many years ago
Lived a little girl
Who would only play in snow
She got very cold hands
And very cold feet
And very cold all over
Just walking down the street!
by Jemia 🦋💕
snow today reminded me of a poem i wrote inspired by my daughter about 18 years ago.
Distant melodies
Floating
Like drifting snow
Over an undulating
Frozen landscape
Over cold
Enchanting horizons
The harpist
Alone
Upon her regal throne
Strings caressed
With such magic
As my mind
Is captivated, and enamoured
Lies imprisoned
Within a prism
Of ethereal light
And beautiful sound

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

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
I saw a hairy spider
Crawling up my wall
I asked it to go away
As i didn't want it here at all

The spider stopped, then turned to me
Then looked me in the eye
"I'm not at all dangerous"
As it quickly scuttled by

I told him/her my spider fears
Like crawling down my throat
The spider responded suddenly
"You are a silly goat"

I caught it quickly in a drinking glass
And then secured it with a mat
Then threw it out the window
Out of my slightly cobwebbed flat

As it had told me a web of lies
That it wouldn't cause me harm
As just the very sight of it
Caused me great alarm

But now i have another problem
That fills me full of sighs
Without the spider in my flat
Ive nothing to catch the flies

by Jemia
The veins of the sprout
stretching out
exploring its own universe
like a small planet
indulging in its own leafy world
as it unveils its inner soul
hidden behind a hundred emerald jackets
it has no vision
just a sense of its own being
and connectivity, to its family
connected to their stalk of life
it feels it has no purpose
yet senses, in some way
it is here for a purpose
then one day
it is cut, from its source of life
then thrown
into a pan of boiling water
screaming at its own end
yet vaguely aware
that it is about to be consumed
and that some of the consumers
don't even like it
and wonders then
at the futility of its existence
The stargazer
The dreamer
Another Existence
Another world
Another fancy
Another dream
Stargazing
Into the realms
Of parallel worlds
The surreal
Becomes a new reality
Echoes of life
Across the universe
And the profound infinity
Of time
Seen by the dying embers
Of the lights
In the night sky
That wink
At the blink of an eye
by Jemia
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
There were so many words
Floating around
Inside my head
That eventually
I reached an overload
And they began
To leak out
Of all my orifices
Then swamp the room
Then to flood out
Through my open window
Onto the street below
Swallowing swords along the way
I screamed for HELP
But that word
Had already left the building
And been swallowed up
In the now
Gathering tsunami
As my thoughts
Gathered more momentum
Than before
Then something bizarre occurred
As if this wasn't already
Strange enough
As my words
Started breeding
And cross breeding
Black, and white
Night, and day
Up, and down
Before, and after
****, and elbow
As i began
To drown
Night, and day
Became fused
And confused
Together
And began
To melt away
Like molten wax
Leaving only
A starry twilight
And for one brief moment
The words stopped
And numbers
Oozed randomly out
4 7 8 3 2 9 5 6
Then just binary code
Of ones, and zero's
Which then changed
To noughts, and crosses
Then becoming anagrams
Finally
There was a big bang
And all my words
And numbers
Were shot into empty space
And never heard of
Or seen, again
As i was left
Lost
For words
And the gathering
Silence

by Jemia
The table, engrained still life
Had a petrified heart, turned to stone
Etched oaken memories, of rooted love
Tantalysing zephyr pleasures, long gone
Arthritic dreams, decayed with age
Brittle rage, at emerald love forsaken
Lain naked, then stripped bare
Elderly severed roots, from their mother taken
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