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She opened the window as usual
To air the room, and to let in the sun
She had researched her sojourn to Thailand very carefully
So the look on her face
When a Giant Crocodile Fly
Flew through her window
And gobbled her up
Must of been a look of both horror
And wonderment!
Luckily she didn't see (due to her sudden demise!)
The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly!
Phew!!!
Many questions have arisen from this event
1: Her research was obviously not as in depth as it should of been
2: Why was she lucky not to of seen The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly, how could that have been any worse?
3: There is no question 3
4: And does it mean that The Lesser Spotted Alligator Fly has fewer spots?
5: Or can it mean that it was seen less frequently?
6: And why is there no question 3?
The end, or is it (7)
i wrote this April 2015, whilst in Bangkok. thankfully i was regurgitated to tell this tale of nonsense....
Lord Byron in pique
Euterpe, was not a/muse/d
Ink streaked petticoat
by Jemia
Why did you leave
Your children alone?
As their ashes lay scattered
Along with your home

Ladybird, Ladybird
Your tears of regret
Won't bring back your children
Their fate is now set

by Jemia
"Stranger things happen at sea!"
Said thee, to me
As we ate more Brie
But i, quietly
Wished for Camembert
(So there!)
Thought i, to Claire
As we drank white wine
(I prefer red!)
Then we made love
(Not on the bed)
Whilst hanging from a Chandelier
(I'm scared of heights, tis my greatest fear!)
We then fell to the ground
Without a sound
Apart from screams of pleasure
(As we came at leisure)
Luckily landing on the bed
Our cheeks were blushed
(And slightly red!)
The colour of a pale red ink
More of a rosy pink
(Or so i think)
We then fell off, onto the floor
And then made love some more
After which slept (without a snore)
Such sweet dreams we had
As the big wide world
Seemed a little less mad
by Jemia x
Wandering through a small forest
I came across an old gnarled tree
As i drew even closer
It had a doorway i could see
It was all wonky, and misshapen
My curiosity took control
As i pushed it wide open
It swallowed me whole
I was ****** into a world of cats
Some were flying, some sound asleep
And others were simply walking around
With purrings so very deep
Others gently brushed my legs
Guiding me  like that
Leading me to another cat
Which was sat upon a mat
This cat then spoke to me
Saying "i purr therefore i Siam!"
For i was on an journey
To discover who i am
The talking cat flew away
And left me to my own devices
I was guided to a plain looking door
Behind which lay more surprises.
I then entered a new world
All black, and white, and grey
Walking along on a white footpath
With blackening trees all asway
I meet an elderly lady
Who speaks to me in grey
She told me to remember
not all is as it appears
She then turns into a wailing ghost
Then suddenly disappears
I wandered further, along this curious route
To see where it would lead
Just ahead, i saw a door
a door of shining gold indeed
i knocked three times on this one
As i felt not so bold
A voice came through, and said enter
I did, as i was told
And entered a wonderful palace
Where all was covered in a golden braid
Within i was greeted with much hype
By pixies, fairies, and love
All playing harps, and flutish pan pipes
And Titania, and Oberon, flew down from above
The King, and his beautiful queen
Both spoke to me together
You've three doors of love to enter yet
Or you'll lose your love forever
Just a simple choice you need to make
To find the one you adore
When you soon leave this world
You must walk through the right door
There was a flash of light
And i was in the same woods where i'd started
and came facing three doors, but did they mean the right door, or the door on the right?
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
The Torrap II of II
I quite enjoyed this peachy fruit
And rested a while
The sun was shining
And there was a cocophany
Of a myriad sounds
Echoing from the forest below me
And it was then
That a net flew over me
And around me
I was trapped
I flapped in a panic
And swore repeatedly
As i was now deeply distressed
And also wondering
How on earth
I was going to return to my world
And more importantly
To myself
Weeks drifted past
As i was passed around
From pillar to post
And aware
That at some point
I was at sea
I heard a variety of tongues spoken
And met some other parrots
But none like me
Although i was aware
I'd lost the ability
To verbalise properly
I eventually ended up
In a shop window
And to my surprise
And amazement
My partner came into the shop
And purchased me
Took me home
And put me into the very cage
That i'd had my strange transmogrification in
I tried talking to her
To try to explain
That it was me
But my power of speech
Had abandoned me
And all i could do was squawk
Or repeat
"Whose a pretty polly!"
And other A typical inanities
It was then
That i saw
My partner
Had found someone else
I lost my appetite
And wished
I could at least
Return to mirror world again

by Jemia
The Torrap I
Whilst quietly sat
Upon a perch
I glanced into a hanging mirror
And was surprised
Shocked even
At what i saw
Until that moment
I had always been
Human
And here i was
Face to face
With a parrot
I panicked
I flapped my wings
Around the cage
And crashed into the mirror
And found myself transported
Into a beautiful kingdom
Which had the appearance
Of a lush
Green
Vibrant
Tropical Rainforest
I found myself
Gliding above it all
Feeling the balmy wind
Beneath my wings
As i swept over this beautiful terrain
It then crossed my mind
That i was hungry
And though i had the body of a parrot
I still had my human mind
With no idea
What parrots ate
Apart from maybe dried fish
But decided maybe soft succulent fruit
Would be a safe option
I flew further
Hoping to find something
That i could get my beak into
I found a peach looking fruit
Landed clumsily
And began to eat

by Jemia
As i awaken to the sweet sound of your voice
Early morning dew, hangs lazily from freshly woven webs
You lift my beating heart, as easily as beautiful birdsong
Gently serenading my soul,as my eyes greet the dawn light
I behold azure clouds, lightened by the morning sun
A soft zephyr, breezes through an open window
Caressing my warming, rested flesh
As your eyes radiate, a pure and magical true love
Which enchants, my beating heart
My love for you, knows no end
Is as infinite, and eternal as time
And the rising, and setting, of a glowing golden sun
by Jemia
Memories lay
Deep within
Their myriad roots
Their soiled souls
Hidden echoes
Of their past glories
That nurtured future generations
Of growth
But things had changed
As trees
Were being slaughtered en masse
As creatures
With razor teeth
Tore into their flesh
And down they fell
This was only the beginning
As soon after this
They shed sawdust tears
In disdain, and screaming pain
They were tortured
And torn
From mother earth
They told each other
Of a similar tell
Of trees, that once stood proud
Now, that fell
At first, a great mourning
As trees shook their limbs
In disbelief
Followed by
This terrible grief
At hearts, that had been cut to pieces
Then, as one
They uprooted
And marched up into the sky
And carried along
By a kindly wind
Moved to another world
Planet Earth became bare
As its inhabitants
could no longer breathe
Clean, fresh, life giving air

by Jemia
The wild trees gather
And susserrate
Heaving hearing woodland
Nestling birds
Rested high
Chirp, with agitated serenades
As men with chainsaws, approach
Causing a psithurism
As trees tremble
Leaves, rustling fear
At the approaching, oncoming slaughter
A soft zephyr, meanwhile
Proffers a gentle caress
in an inane act of love
As screaming chainsaws
Cut into woody flesh
Silencing the trees
Soon a fluttering
Wings abandon
Unborn young
As their homes
Are massacred
by Jemia
Three healthy triplets
Now aged twenty four years old
They all share
Just one problem
A very curious one
Neither of them
Has no age recognition
They just assume
That everyone is exactly the same age
And can't understand the concept
That some people are young, or old
As to them
We are exactly the same age
As they are
This of course, caused much confusion
Especially in their early years
Although it wasn't until just after their third birthday
That their 'difference'
Became apparent
Not by their parents
But by a woman that worked at their nursery
She noticed that the triplets
Seemed to respond
In exactly the same way
To young, and old, alike
This woman Janice McTell
Mentioned her observations
To the owner of the nursery
Who gave Janice a most curious look
But nonetheless
Advised her to make a note of it
And to enter it into the triplets' file
And to 'casually' mention her observations
To the parents
Just in case it was early indicator
Of some kind of neurological dysfunction
So Janice decided to share her observations
To whichever parent turned up
At 5pm on the dot.
Both parents arrived
A young, happy, easy going couple
Janice greeted them, and said
"You have three very amazing children!"
They both smiled, a hesitant kind of smile
As they both seemed to sense
That there was going to be a 'but' coming
But Janice recognised their responses well
So changed tact
"N matter what age anyone is"
"They respond to everyone in the same way"
"As if they have no age recognition"
"As they treat everyone the same"
The parents looked puzzled
Then the mother spoke
"But we are all the same age!"
"We are simply at different stages of development!"
"It is true, that we share our children's views"
This may appear different for others"
"But that difference comes from them, not us!"
At this, Janice smiled
And waved as the three children, and their two parents left
And somehow felt strangely young again
And for another moment
Felt almost human
But had recognised that that family
Were from another world

by Jemia
The Twilight cat
It's eyes
A shimmering emerald green
Lay hidden
Up an old yew tree
Looking to the sky
Awaiting the stars
In the blue velvet night
The hairs
Inside it;s pointy ears
Rose up
In anticipation
And the thrill
When the first star
Came twinkling into life
The Twilight cat
Would purr, so loudly
That the yew tree
Would shake
As its roots trembled
As the earth around it
Would shift
As the earth quaked
Yet within a few moments
The Twilight cat
Would climb down
From its perch
And venture off
Through the graveyard
And search for mice
With the stars
Now glimmering
Like diamonds
Amongst the twirling
Emerald green eyes
No longer jaded
With stars in her eyes

by Jemia
where do i start
with matters of the heart
well, nowhere
as it's not fair
so although i'm in love
this love
shall have to remain as silent
and as soft, as a zephyr
that blows as gently
as the wings of a butterfly
a mere ripple on a pond
a tsunami of desire
i hope one day
words of love will transpire
to li ght up my life
and also, to teach me not
to make typos
when i'm trying to be romantic!
Jemia x💕😏
The Whisper
The Lyre Harp
Lay upon the small wooden table
Unused
Unplayed
Unable
Other than a few strums
Plucked at random
And curiosity
Hoping to accidentally
Come across a tune
But mostly to no avail
Apart from one chord
Reverberating
Echoing
A solo single note
That faded
Like a smouldering fire
Caught in the breeze
Becoming no more
Than a wisp
Of a whisper
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
The Wild Winds Blow
The wild winds howls
Deep, and wild
Rampaging, Raging
Enveloping, engulfing
Twisting, turning
A furious furore
It eases, exhausted
Puffing, and panting
Gasping
The aftermath
As naked trees
Stripped bare
Of bark, and leaves
Looking lost
Exposed
Windswept, and abandoned
The storm now
Abated
Calmed
Tranquility beckons...
by Jemia
I was sat astride
A wooden horse statue
In a town centre
In anywhere world
Where i'd found
Nestled behind its right ear
Some amazing
Multi-coloured
Unicorn nail varnish
And with each touch
Upon each nail
A soft marshmallowy
Small Unicorns horn arose
Half way through this
Two police officers turned up
And told me to get down
I explained to them
That as soon as i'd finished
Applying the nail varnish
That i would be on my way
And besides
I wasn't causing any problem
Or damage
And that i hadn't as yet
Had a drink
So i wasn't drunk in charge
Of a wooden horse
The two police officers
Eyed me up, and down
And said in unison
"Well don't let us catch you doing this again!"
Smiled
Then walked off
I shouted out my thanks
And thought
'Does that mean
That as long as they don't catch me
Then it's okay?'
I finished off my nails
Just as the wooden horse
Came back to life
And off we flew
Into the dark, and dusty night

by Jemia
From the inside through my window

On the horizon i see the ocean blue

The greenery of West Cliff

And the ruins of the castle too



I see the terraced houses

A variety of styles so very old

And on clear nights, the night sky

Shines bright with stars of gold



I glance above the rooftops

That lie before my eyes

A myriad of styles of chimney pots

That reach up for the skies



I stand back from my window

And see reflections in the glass

Of myself glancing outwards

As another day does pass



I see all the trees and flowers

Awash with colour and life

Their beauty always makes me smile

And the birdsong, as they thrive



And sometimes out of the darkness

Bright colours fills the skies

As fireworks reach out high in celebration

Leave sparkles in my eyes



So glancing out my window

And looking all around

I see and hear a myriad of things

From the sky down to the ground .
Buttercup Yellow
Undulating flower fields
The golden sun flows

They are poisonous
Eat butter, not buttercups
Reflections on chin

Coins gold purse miser
Upsets Fae folk, who poke purse
Pours out Buttercups

by Jemia
Not content with producing
Masses of a myriad of books
Or transmogrifying into biscuits
For the chocolate covered looks
One penguin has now gone punk
Scientists suggest a pigmentation quirk
But ive realised the truth
It found a tanning dye, and wondered if it would work
It had been washed up with plastic flotsam and stuff
Along with a floating marshmallow
The penguin thought, "nows my chance"
"Off turning myself a funky yellow"
The penguin now, has found their true you
"I think yellow, therefore i am, up yours Pingu"
by Jemia
I was told i could write
About anyTHING
But noTHING came to mind
Although someTHING
About noTHING
Was really hard to find
I tried to think
Of an anagram
It took me all the NIGHT
But despite a bit of sleuTHING
I couldn't get it right
I couldn't think of anyTHING
Or think of THINGS related
My heads' run out of words to write
And ive ended up constipated
It's a sheep in wolves cloTHING THING
Baaaa!

by JemiaTHING
I had been lost in thought
And had just been thinking
That today was a very noisy day
So switched off my brain
And stopped thinking for a few moments
And was met with
Silence
It was then
That i realised
How busy
My brain had been
I could almost hear it
Clank!
by Jemia
If Mother Earth
Was our child
And we were her parents
Charges against our parenting
Perhaps would include
Systematic abuse
Violation of human rights
Neglect
Abandonment
Enforced child labour
Maltreatment
Ignorance of health, and care needs
Eventual infanticide
The global reality
Of what many children face daily
The fading beauty
Of Mother Earth
Our children will also face
Hunger
And the aftermath
Of chaos
That they'll inherit

by Jemia
there be lightning in the air!
but i am unafraid
as i watch the flashes
through my roller blind
and ignore the fears
creeping into my mind
and the roars of thunder
that plunder
the silence
i cough
as i quaff
the still red pool
the grapes of wrath
that made me cough
that lurk within
so cool
i dread the dead
that lie behind this hidden thread
of doubt
but i cannot get out
for i am trapped
within my skin
my soul spreads
like butter
so thin

by Jemia
.....Was at the school, picking up my daughter, and a friend of hers. They were both now 5 years old. All went well, and we had plenty of time before parents evening started. It was a nice day, so we stopped off at the park, telling them they had half an hour, as i still had to feed them. Half an hour, became 45 minutes, so we left the park, and headed home, and decided to just give them sandwiches instead. funny how quickly time can go, especially when you have to be somewhere....anyway, they were eating their sandwiches, and i left the kitchen, and popped into the living room, and then things suddenly turned really surreal. The atmosphere, and reality changed, it was like those brief minutes during a total eclipse where time seems to stand still, and nature seems to freeze. Then the girls shouted out, in a tone of amazement, rather than fear "times going backwards!" i ran into the kitchen, and saw the kitchen clock literally going backwards, like something from a sci-fi film. The last things i remember, was the girls screaming, and the hands of the clock, gaining momentum, as we started to lift off the floor, and thinking, ****, this is it...then i woke up
I used to break the ice at parties
Last night
All i managed to do
Was break a grandfather clock
Christmas tree decoration
In my attempt
To physically demonstrate
How time flies
Unfortunately
The person
I threw it to
Didn't catch it
I then looked on in horror
As did the audience
Who witnessed
Both time flying
And time standing still
As the grandfather clock
Christmas tree decoration
Fell to the floor
And broke into a million pieces
Leaving
Just the remnants of time
Scattered
I played with time, and lost
Time to go

by Jemia
Sometimes
When time seems
To be constantly
Hurtling forward
Into the future
It seems to stop
As though to catch
It's breath
And as it glances
Over it's right shoulder
It can see
All the time
Left in it's wake
Floating
Suspended
In it's own essence
But then time
Realises
That it must not
Stand still
Or go backwards
As it's quest
Is to forever
Forge ahead
Into unknown destinies
Time then
Moves on
For it has not
The time
To stop
One day
I will wake up dead
And for me
At least
Time will cease to be

by Jemia
I'm so contrary
No i'm not!
To Be, Or Maybe Not?

Although
Imay bleed
Poetry
It doesn't
Necessarily
Mean
That it' not
****!
But still
I often
Write *****
Or not
Is this a question?
It may be an answer
Ive been referred
I already have heart disease
And four stents
But my referral
Has a different sense
For the big C
Oh little me
My life lost
In poetry
I have no plans
For such
Skulldugery

by Jemia
following on with my current obsession with my tomato growing experiment, ive decided to look at books, and films, and any other related tomato themes, as follows:

The Tomatoes Of Wrath-Steinbeck

A Midsummer Night's Tomato-Shakespeare

Tomato And Juliet-Ditto

Frankentomato-Shelley

Alice in Tomatoland-Carrol

Night Of The Living Tomato-zombie horror!

E.T.- Extra Tomato!

Tomatoes And Prejudice-Austen

I Heard It On The Tomato Vine-Marvin Gaye

You're So Vine- Carly Simon

Summertime (and the living is tomato)-Ella Fitzgerald

LGBT-LGB+Tomato

BY Jemia de Tomatoville 😏🍅🍅🍅🦋💕🙄

any other suggested ideas welcome, as i may bring out a book on the subject (but thankfully, probably won't!) and will, or not, call it Tomato Wrong!
I had a secret, i tried to hide
Which i kept hidden, deep inside
But nothing changed, inside my head
Just my physicality, has a different thread
And one thing, that will never part
Is my love for you, deep in my heart
From the day i held you, when you were born
And every day since, from the break of dawn
Although some aspects of life, have taken their toll
I love you, from the depth of my soul
by Jemia
***** trapped bras
Like wheel less cars
Like a horse
Without a saddle
Or a canoe
Without a paddle
Or a poet
Without a quill
Or butterflies
Without wings
Caterpillars!
And that kind of thing
Sometimes
All we have to do
Is get in the queue
Although not much fun
When queuing for the loo!

by Jemia
I may have the heart
Soul, and body
Of a woman
But right now
At this moment in time
5:35 a.m.
I have the overladen
Bladder
Of a
Horse!
So now must
Remove myself
From the comfort
Of a many togged quilt
To venture into the cold
Uncompromising coldness
Of my bathroom

by Jemia
Today, on top of
The moans
And groans
And grumbles
And mumbles
I cogitated
And considered
How much Ketchup
Is wasted globally
Each year
From the remaining dregs
In each, and every bottle
From approximately 800 million
Produced each year
I estimated the equivalent of
20 million were wasted
And out of all the 14 billion sachets
Yes billion! about one third of a billion
Were wasted (kind of wishing i was feeling wasted!)
Again through left over dregs
How very saucy
And a touch inane
Hard to Ketch up with
Without a condiment
Me go now....!
by Jemia
(Some Questions)
1: If the Earth is flat
how deep is it?
2: What's on the other side
if no core
3: Do your members
Have flat testicles?
4: ???
There is no question four
by Jemia
To Theoretically Conspire.......

Ive solved the mystery
Of what Q-Anon is
It is when
You are in
A queue
But nobody
Knows
Who the hell you are!
Time to return
To the garden
Of my mind
Grab a shovel
And theoretically
Flatten out
Some earth
Time to stick my brain
Into the washing machine
Again....

by Jemia
Touche
It is oft said
That the pen
Or quill
Is mightier
Than the sword
This obviously
Doesn't work
On a physical level
Unless your pen
Is actually
Like a secret weapon
That fires bullets
Or poison darts
Or some such thing
On another level
If you have written
In a language
That the sword bearer
Doesn't understand
Your pen may as well
Have no ink!
Funny that the word sword
is an anagram of
Words
And if sticks, and stones
Can break your bones
And words can never hurt you
Then a sword
Serves a better use
Than mere words
And becomes a far superior weapon
Unless of course
You have a crossbow
Guns, tanks
Nuclear warheads
Insanity!

by Jemia
I placed all my eggs
Within one solitary basket
And noticed, not the hole
Nor the trail
Of broken dreams
In my wake
I shall return
To my shell
And try not to make
The same mistake
by Jemia
" A thousand flowers could bloom"
From the magic (that stole the day)
That glistens, and shimmers
From within
Every beautiful rainbow
And the dreams
That linger
Of your beautiful presence
And your essence
That flows serenely
Is divene
So fine
So blossom, like a flower
My beautiful butterfly
Kiss the skies
Of dreams
And lay your wishes
And may your wishes
Come true

by Jemia
The truth
One day
Decided
To venture
Into the mind
Of a passing cat
And gave it a voice
It's owner
Picked up the cat
To stroke it
The cat spoke
And asked her owner
To pick her up more gently
And asked her to imagine
How would she of felt
If she had been picked up
In a similar fashion?
The owner, taking fright
Immediately ran from her house
Screaming
For she thought
She had gone mad
So now the truth
Had a problem
And realised
That despite it's good intentions
That although the cat
Had spoken a truth
It wasn't that truth
That had caused the problem
The cat owner
Loved her cat deeply
And didn't, or couldn't
Envisage the cat
Speaking to her
She would not of minded
In the least bit
To be told to be more gentle
As she would never of deliberately
Hurt her beloved cat
In any way
That was a truth
She would of readily accepted.
She screamed
As she thought she had gone
Mad
And within that madness
Was also a hidden guilt
And realisation
That she had
Unintentionally
Harmed her beloved cat
The truth itself
Was mortified
At the damage it had done
And now wished
It had conveyed the truth
In another
More subtle way
And one thing it didn't want
Was to cause harm
But realised that it
The truth
Sometimes hurts
And that it would of been better
To let things lie

by Jemia
I am classed as transgender
Yet feel i am truegender
And for all of what it's worth
I was born with 21 digits, at my birth
So i spent 60 years, man back to childhood
But would release the inner female, whenever i could
Back in time, with no technology to play
When it was dangerous, even to be gay
So i donned an Afghan coat, and grew my hair long
Regularly indulged, in the occasional ****
Cheesecloth shirts, Petula oil, and beads
Met some lovely women, in which to sow seeds
Whilst hiding behind, my true woman self
Putting that behind, a discretely hidden shelf
There were no resources, to research my thoughts
Tried following instincts, remaining self-taught
In my search for answers, i slept with some men
But that wasn't for me, so didn't do it again
Felt like an alien, from a far of world
Carried on with life, to see what unfurled
When my second marriage, came to an end
The internet became an educator, and kind of friend
Led me to my doctor, for some simple advice
As could not live my life, living with lies
So my true life journey, began all afresh
Was not about my mind, just about the flesh
So i followed the route, proffered to me
Spoke to professionals, of ******-analysis, and psychiatry
They in unison agreed, i was doing the right thing
To adjusting my physical self, to match my mind, would let my heart sing
So at long last, my journey had begun
And in a few years, the process would be done
But then on 18th July, in twenty seventeen
Something dramatic happened, that was unforeseen
After forty years of smoking, and ****, and living in dread
Had a major heart attack, but for an emergency op, could of been dead
The skills of the surgeon, four stents were carefully placed
My hopes of transition, were quickly displaced
Just three weeks later, redundancy came my way
Liquidation of company i worked for, added to the dismay
But within a year, i was attending a gym
To build up my heart muscles, and remain being slim
And although my transition, was on indefinite hold
There was still a chance, so i was told
I had given up, but at least was still alive
But thought that moment, was unlikely to arrive
Yet against all odds, that i had in my thoughts
The light at tunnels end, so soon to be caught
More trips to Londinium, and return journeys back
The course of discussions suggested, i was back on track
Until finally in 2019, on 30th May last year
I had my Gender Reassignment Surgery, Dear!
So now i live, with one digit less
My mind remains the same, i can still play chess
This is simply my story, how my life began to unfold
Others in a similar position, may have different stories to be told
But ultimately, be we people, aliens, or elves
We all strive, when possible, to simply be ourselves
Her husband was a sailor
Who sailed the Seven Seas
Her early years were spent
In care, homelessness, and other miseries

They then met, and came together
A truer love was rarely found
They lived sincere, and honest life's
And were forever bound

He oft returned, with tokens of love
Discovered from around the world
With tales of each lashing wave
Were regularly unfurled

Producing a wooden red yo yo from his pocket
He'd purchased something new
Its' up and down movements
Were like the oceans blue

For three long months now, she's mourned his passing
After a lifetime of love, laughter, and good cheer
Yet curiously, only just last week
The long time missing red yo yo, did mysteriously reappear

She told me, she doesn't believe in ghosts
But this is very strange indeed
It's as though he sent her this special gift
To comfort her, in her moment of need

by Jemia
I cry inside
Whenever anyone
In all innocence
Refers to me
As the gender
In which
I once did reside
My heart breaks
As another part
Of who i am
Dies inside
And the after echo
Of these moments
Tears away at my soul
As i fall
Down another black hole
I have no choice
I do not have the means
To change
My face, or voice
I have the mind
And the brain
And the heart
And body
Of a woman
I am now
Completely me
Free from most of the shackles
That once binded me
So i am lucky
That my essence
And soul
Are now free
And i can at last be
Truly me

by Jemia
Time is but a borrowed thing
A debt i can ill afford
I pay it with my inken quill
Then slay it with my sword

But my sword is wholly double-edged
My quill has now run dry
My debts are deep, and dangerous
Yet i still have time to cry

As i now weep my timeless tears
Over my long, and wasted youth
Such dreams, and fancies i once possessed
Yet i owe know debt to truth

by Jemia
King Canute
Rather cute
To prove he was so astute
He could turn the tide
And to prove
That he wasn't
As acute
As his people thought
He ought
Got wet!
by Jemia
A beautiful sky
Just after the setting sun
Reds, and blues, and violet greys
I saw a dragon
Breathing fire
Soaring into the horizon
Into a twilight world
That i now inhabited
And realised suddenly
That i was seeing myself
Reflections on a river below
My eyes were an shimmering emerald green
As specks of scarlet red
Flickered, as i blinked
As i raged, and roared
Upon the firey scene below
I could feel the hot coals
Yearning, and burning
Within my throat
As my acrid, acid tongue
Lashed out again
With a venting rage
As i ignited
Another stream of burning flames
At a cruel, and angry world below
Then there was only smoke
As my bitter vengeance
Had breathed it's last breath
Nature would now be saved
From the monstrous beasts
That had savaged
And ravaged its body
Biting the caring hand
That had borne it life
This inhuman, inhumane, inhumanity
I lit a candle
And watched with sadness
As its flame died
Drowned in its own waxen lifeblood
And cried

by Jemia
In the dark light
of the shadowy
and dusty mirror
I can tease myself
into believing that i am beautiful
I am in many ways
a twilight girl.....
by Jemia
I always thought
A twitten
A strange conjoining
Betwixt
A twit
And
A silly Kitten

by Jemia
Twitten: in Sussex) a narrow path or passage between two walls or hedges.
Mary had a little lamb
Who later became Mary Shelley
Twas not the Vindication that killed her so
But the baby from her belly
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