If the world
Was indeed flat
I'm sure it would tip over
Just like that
Like scales
The weight of the West
Would unbalance
The rest
As we would then
Be catapulted into
The darkness
Of space
Equal
Only in death
Everything that lives
Can't just take
It needs to also
Give
Love, and care
Alone
Does not feed
The hungry
As words
Will not repair
The home
We all share
When we damage the Earth
We are damaging ourselves
Like masochistic
Warriors

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

She lay her cards
Upon the table
Then realised
She wasn't able
The ace of hearts
Was missing
She lost

I wonder if vampires
***, or poo
With so much quaffing
Of claret, or blood
If they bite me
My blood may be
Either honey Mead
Or Vindaloo
Flavour
Which could turn them
Kind of funny
And not much to savour
Fang you very much

by Jemia

So so delicious
and irresistible too
what!
not me?
but you?

Today's The Day
I get my jab
@ 9.10 am approx
To avoid pandemic pox
A vaccine in a needle
In my arm to stab
My only real fear
Is the taxi cab!
by Jemia

It was raining cats
Under a mewling wind
So i entered a small wood
To seek shelter
I wandered of the main path
Venturing
Through the broad, and narrow trees
Eventually reaching
A small, but dark
Dangerous pool
I glanced inwards
It proffered no reflection
And no insects skated across
It's murky surface
Soon
It began to whirl
And from it's depths
Arose a curious bright, light
A glowing globe
hovered over the pool for a while
Then moved across
And was by my side
At the blink of an eye
I was mesmerised, and also frightened
It soon began to transform
Into the shape
Of a young woman
She had shiny, long flowing
Raven tresses
And eyes, of an emerald green
That glinted, and glimmered
As a small ray of sunshine
Scrambled through the heavy
Foliage, of the forest
Surrounding her look of seeming serenity
She was equal in height to me
So when she glanced into my eyes
It was as though, she was looking into my soul
She had a ponderous look upon her face
As if considering my fate
She wore no crown, or jewels
but had flowers in her hair
Soon other gleams of light appeared
And i assumed
That they would form into
Accompanying fairies
But i was wrong
As they took the form
Of small demons
At the same time
As, who i'd presumed was Titania
Queen of the fairies
Evolved
Her tresses curled
And her eyes turned a malignant red
She then told me her name
Hecate
And upon clicking her now long fingernails
Her demons
Dragged me into the whirling pool
And towards some kind of nightmare world
Where ghosts roamed around screaming
There were no life forms.
In the distance
Over the undulating fractured landscape
were a few dead trees
There gnarly limbs
Reaching out, to an unrelenting
Cold, and bitter sky
But i was not yet ready to die
Hecate cackled, indulging in my terror
I imagined this was hell, or somewhere similar
She was delighted to tell me
That she had merely taken me
into the future by sixty years
She then read me some verse
And that i was to make a choice

Slit my wrists
Or cut my throat
Stick my head in the oven
Or drown in a moat

Jump of a rooftop
Jump under a train
Take an overdose
Go insane

Blow my brains out
Suffocate my breath
So many choices
Resulting in death

I chose insanity
As i did not wish to die
I then started laughing
A maniacal kind of laugh
I then died in my head
My only company
Were the putrid dead
Hecate clicked her fingers again
And suddenly, i was beside the pool
I ran as fast as i could
To escape this bewitched wood
Guided by the moonlight
I soon reached the wet open
Relishing the rain, the beautiful rain

by Jemia

Why would i want
To look outside?
At the bleak grey
Dreary day
On a wet, and rainy Saturday
So i keep my roller blind
Down
And thus hope
I do not drown
Within the isolation
Of my boudoir
Where-in
Lies a myriad of colours
Of objects d'art
And a multitude
of
Ethereal beings
Each frozen in a moment
Wings a flutter
Or ready to fly
To carry me off
To their worlds of fancy
In the distant emerald sky
I have witches, and dragons
And mermaids too
Unicorns, and tall-tailed cats
Herds of elephants, and a hullabaloo
And a glass dolphin
On the crest of a wave
And a large metal snail
Looking ever so brave!
Pictures galore, adorn my wlls
Along with scribblings, and a meandering of memories
I love them all, mostly...
Old fashioned cameras
No longer in use
I take photo's of
And wonder of what they saw.
Also dusty brass lanterns
And books, some over 200 years old
And a disconnected radiator
To keep out the cold
But that's another story, never to unfold
Sentimental cards, hanging from the ceiling
Supported by a piece of string
And that kind of thing
A pewter teapot 150 years old
Pewter sugar shakers, and measures
Of histories untold
So why would i want to venture out?
Where the clouds leak onto my every doubt
Why face the silver globules from the sky
When i can remain indoors, in the warm, and dry
by Jemia

When digging a hole
For yourself
Make sure
You don't fall in
As it may turn out
To be a wormhole
And all that there is
At the end of those
Is usually a can of worms
As we know
What happens
When you open that up
It's like cold spaghetti

by Jemia

glistening soil
harbinger of spring
innocent earthworms
juicy birdfood
living spaghetti

maybe because it's English,
or don't have religious belief
or transgender
a recent comment received

or maybe my poetry is *******
and perhaps i should write no more
but i did kind of hope for more response
is my writing really that poor?

i probably don't want the answers
the pain would be to much
and it's now gone three in the morning
and i'll start speaking double Dutch

but the truth to tell, i'm bored with life
and came hear for a lift
and thought i'd share my writings
not causing any rift

perhaps it's time to bid farewell
and return to my far of world
seek out new adventures
to see what will maybe unfurl

or sit alone in my ramshackle flat
and reflect on better days
where once there was happiness in my life
whereas now there is just malaise

so fair ye well you kindred folk
i may soon bid you all adieu
and rest on my laurels, and derriere
and find a peace, now long overdue
bye Jemia

The media
Are stirring the ***
Of peoples frustrations
Like vultures
Readying themselves
To tear of the flesh
Of the vulnerable
In an already
Dysfunctional
Damaged
World
They play the free speech card
Like jokers
In the pack
Like wolves
Baiting us
Yet we have already
Become
The worm
On the hook
Wriggling hopelessly
And here's the rub
We are also the fish
Biting
Part of the medias
Food chain of despair
As we watch on
Living
In our goldfish bowl
Of lock down
Awaiting our small
Crumbs of hope

by Jemia

A hale, and hearty Wassail
A toasting of toast, a tasty morsel
Soaked in cider of apple
To be hung on trees to grapple
For friendly spirits to please

Anglo-Saxon lords arranged feasts
Like drunken priests
A giant bowl of ale, cider, and mead
With bountiful spices, and crab apple seed
Had a hunch, at a wayward punch

Was hale, and hearty
For revellers to party
Good tidings, for the new year ahead
Oft quaffed, for happy homesteads
Old English reasons, for ***** seasons

And thence to legends, now long gone
Rowena, presented to Prince Vortigen
With a bowl of Saxon wine
Oft derived, of the vine
Saying 'waes hael' toasted him well

Much revelry, a right old shindig
Merrymaking, on an apple twig
Fun, and frolics, and celebrations too
Greeting the new year, and nature anew
Wassailing, waes hael, salutations to you!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by Jemia

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

Grassy leaves shimmering, in a cool Spring breeze
Sunlight attempting, to break through swollen clouds
Mother nature cries, at mankind's destructive disease
And hides, beneath her ragged shrouds

There is nothing now, but barren earth
Where flowers, once did bloom
Now for nature, there is no longer fresh birth
Just a saddening, desperate doom

So far, this is a nightmarish dream
With the forlorn hope, it never comes true
I love the sunlight beam;
The flowers, the trees, the birds, and the bees
As i wish, we all would too

by Jemia

Just dug up my Twitter page
Which i'd buried years ago
Like a dog, who'd found a bone
That they didn't want to know

So had a casual look around
To see what i could see
All seems a bit hysterical
And not the thing for me

It's awash with multiple red herrings
And other fishy things
And stuff that falls from bullocks bottoms
And persons that know everything

I twittered, and twattered, and tweeted
But luckily, i did not swear
There seemed to be a few narcissists
But others in despair

So i'll think i'll stick with face-ache
And instagramps as well
As i ponder upon the mysteries
Of planet Earth, on which we all now dwell

by Jemia

Mother ocean
Her veins stretch inwards
As her life blood
Leaks into rivulets
Of rivers
They are her water babies
by Jemia

It drips, it drops, it plops
It spits, and spatters, and splatters
It soaks, it drenches, it drowns
It runs, it flows, it floods, it matters

People, and fish, swim in it
People, and boats, float on it
People, and clothes, wash in it
People drink it, or die without it

Water freezes, and turns to ice
Water heated, turns to steam
Without water, there would be no life
Imagine, no Earl Grey tea, i despair!
by Jemia

Sometimes, lyrical
Sometimes, just my ears
Sometimes, it's the moon
Sometimes just a candle
Bleeding molten tears

by Jemia

Despite this being the place of my birth
I'm not to keen on planet Earth
That's my opinion, for what it's worth

When lies become truths, and truths become lies
And reality becomes a thing, often denied
That's my opinion, behind which i cannot hide

Behind the mayhem, and ******, and pillage, and ****
Existence on Earth, is like a sour grape
That's my opinion, there is no escape

Countries where LGBT people and more
Face death penalties and prison, what for?
That's my opinion, careful where you tour

The same countries, where a blind eye is turned
Of wife beaters, and paedophiles, nothing is learned
That's my opinion, my stomach is churned

And despite a climate crisis all around
The political deafness and ignorance, is quite profound
That's my opinion, a level of stupidity to astound

At the end of the day, not being funny
But much of it is about brutality, and lust for money
That's my opinion, life is like bees without the honey

And prejudices towards colours, and creeds, and race
Or simply towards the look on your face
That's my opinion, we all bleed red

The owl, that came in from the cold
A tapestry of colours, from a papier mache mould
A beautiful birthday gift to behold
For when i'm sixty four, plus one years old!
With my name on it's derriere, so neatly scrolled
It's inspired this poem, as it unfolds
(Anything ending in 'old', is easy to rhyme, or so ive been told!)
A thanks to a Rose, for a gift, that is gold

by Jemia

And as i dream
My dreams away
Whilst residing
Within the land of Fae

I often wonder
What lit this inner fire
Of far off fantasies
The wild world conspires

And then i venture
Into another dream
Where nothing truly exists
Or seems to be, what it seems

As i wretch open
Until my heart bleeds
Venturing into an insanity
Of life's brutally bitter seeds

But now
My mellowed self
Now hangs upon
A shallowed empty shelf

As i dream my dreams
Of yesteryear
Whilst i pretend
There's nothing left to fear

by Jemia

The owl, and the pussycat
Went to sea
Why?
It's a mystery to me

Hoot went the owl
And meow went the cat
As they sat on an ocean
Ever so flat

Off they drifted
In the deep blue sea
They had a wonderful time
But nowhere to ***

So they pulled out the cork
Of their pea-green boat
To their horror
Were no longer afloat!

But that's another story
So i won't take it to far
As they abandon the boat
And opt for a car

The owl, and the pussycat
Instead, went for a drive
As neither could swim
And wanted to thrive

Where i'm going with this
I have not any idea
But thanks for the inspiration
To the Brilliant Edward Lear!

by Jemia
(written in a bar called The Owl, And The Pussycat!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

by Jemia

What Is Love
                                       1
A word, is but a word
If there is thought behind a word, now weaning
Then that word, becomes a thoughtful word
And a thoughtful word, has more meaning

And what if that word be love?
And there is passion in that thought
Should not love, come from the heart?
As be a feeling, as it ought

Beauty is there, for the beholder
Is love to be possessed?
Or owned, or controlled
Or free, and natural, and unobsessed?

Restrictions, conformity, and bobeyance
So much pleasure, but to much pain
Caused by unwritten rules
Of loving embraces, traditionally plain

What is natural love?
Is love like nature?
Tempestuous, uncontrolled
Yet calm, free, and beautifully mature

Darkening skies
Innocent, yet foreboding in flight
A flash of lightning, a roll of thunder
A heart pounds, at natures might

There is no malice, or bad intent
Nature follows, it's own natural way
Only interfered with, by the foibles of man
Which can cause, such disarray

                                          2
Wavering feelings of love
Powerful as any ocean
One can live with nature
But uneasily, with powerful emotions

How can one be instinctive?
Instincts that are controlled, and manipulated
How is one meant to react?
In a society, that lives of hypocrisy, unabated

How can one pretend, to know all the answers?
When one is unsure of the questions, one asks
What is love?
Love is a myriad of tasks

Is to be human, to be humane?
A caring nature, that cares to much
What is love?
Without a gentle touch

Is nature, and natural instinctive?
Or is humanity as kind, or unkind as life?
Is life to short, or to long?
Or is life simply to live, as husband, and wife?

Be yourself, or don't be yourself
Contradictory elements, in the love game stakes
Freedom of spirit, of the free spirited
Free self-will, with every packet of cornflakes!

Self-opinionated, or opinions from the self
Self-righteous, or rights of the ID
A Pandora's Box, of attitude, and thought
As infinite, as infinities *****-top lid

                                   3

So what if conformity, is the norm?
Is conformity normal, out of a can?
And is this conformity natural?
And is there nature, in the morals of man?

As one trudges through these obstacles
Mostly dormant, or obscure
What is learnt, what is there to see?
From the tunnel-vision, of the insecure

And what,and where, and when?
The one, wishes to become two
A unity of opinions, and feelings
And joys, and disasters, to misconstrue

And why, when there are tears of joy?
There are also tears so sad?
Two hearts beat as one
In a world gone quite mad

And whilst tears
Trickle down the faces, of the discontent
How can these self-same tears
When happy, trickle for a love content?

What is love?
Slow waters, run deep
What is love?
When one is asleep?

What is love?
When one veers from the norm
What is love?
When one has to conform?

                              4

What is a rebel, without a cause?
What is a picture, without a frame?
What is a saddle, without a horse?
What is sane, without insane?

What is a bird, without any wings?
What is a song, without any rhyme?
What is a rhyme, without any words
Like a clock, without any time

Life is so idiosyncratic, and strange
And far, far to short
Lost, and wasted, youth, and innocence
Lost in time, no time to abort

What is love, is it as long as life?
Or as short as death?
Or as long as romance?
Or as short, as a shortness of breath?

What is love?
Love can be a mutuality of feeling,an emotional zoo
Love can be an unrequited passion
Ecstatic, erratic, and beautiful too

Love can be a war, without weapons
Or marriage, without divorce
Or like a life, without death
What is love?
Love is love, of course!

by Jemia

What Lies, Behind A Smile
The silence
Can be so loud
Like being alone
When lost in a crowd
I sometimes wear
This hooded cloak
Of sadness
Hidden below
A forced smile
The veil of hope
Beneath this surface
Lies despair
A book
Without its cover
Empty pages
With hidden truths
Of the sad reality
Of loneliness

by Jemia

What Price Inspiration?
I once read a book
Or saw a film
A fiction
With friction
A middle-aged writer
Or some such thing
In the Far East
Or was it West?
Or somewhere else?
Who made a deal
With a devil
Or someone of that ilk
That the price
To write a best seller
Was one of his digits
He'd presumably
Had had some success
As there were three fingers missing
From his left hand
But was now hooked on fame
I wondered at what strange magic
Would reward such a thing
Perhaps none at all
Perhaps it was merely an illusion
Or delusion
Perhaps he was inspired
By the intense pain
As each digit
Was painfully removed
By a sharp knife
And this pain
Was his portal
To his imagination
Ive had moments of severe pain
None of which have been
That inspiring
Do i need my little finger?
Apart from when i'm drinking tea!

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

I have nothing left to do
Other than lights to switch off
And lights to switch on too
At night, and during the day
Until a time, which will eventually come
When i will have nothing left, to see, or say

by Jemia

The worst time
To be right
About something
Is when
You wish
You were
Wrong...
by Jemia

Nexr!
Surprised
I approach the counter
Ahead of the others
That were in front of me
In the queue
One of the queue
Uttered
"You're not next!"
And i replied
"Yes i am!"
"Ive always been next"
The lady behind the post office counter
Had watched my progress
Through the queue
But remained silent
And decided to deal with me anyway
I got my ID ready
And my passport application form
The assistant groaned audibly
As a few further moans came from the queue
I was still puzzled, and confused
And wondering
As to why i'd been summoned forward
Ahead of the half dozen in front
And as to how the counter lady had known me
Yet the first thing she asked me was
"What's your surname?"
i said i didn't have one
"Here's my birth certificate"
She said "this is most unusual?"
"Yes!" i said, "i  know"
This is some of the reason i needed a passport
She didn't proceed with her questions
She checked the documents
I'd provided
And informed me
That the passport office
Sometimes interview applicants
For further verification
"Everything seems in order!"
I thanked her
And wondered why
My parents
Had named me
NEXT!

by Jemia

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

Now in a relationship
With Betty The Batty witch
She wriggled her wand
Then her nose, and then began to twitch
She then uttered words of enchantment
And that kind of thing
Now i am wearing a witches knot
Just like a wedding ring
She's now cooking me
In her cauldron oh so fair
With the added extras
of wing of bat, eye of newt
And an extra dose of Yeti hair
It'll be the last time
I'm to be invited to this feast
As she moves me around the cauldron
To make sure i'm facing East
I'm now hot, and bothered, and smelly
But coming up a treat
Yet somehow escape her cauldron
Which was no easy feat
I'd waited whilst she was napping
And snoring like a ****
And ran as fast as my legs would allow
As me, and the cauldron part
I then bumped into a friendly witch
Who helped me far, and wide
And as she never tried to cook me
Ive now become her bride!

by Jemia

I could smile for a mile
Although it wouldst take me a while
To do it with style
Wouldst only beguile
So i'll lock it away, in my happy file

I could grin with a gin
Agin', and agin', and agin'
But i doubt, i'd remain thin
As i joined Hogarth, at an inn
Ice, and a slice, as we upped our chin

Or wander fair, in the fresh air
As the breezes cools, my hot derriere
And be ever so debonair
With a certain amount of rustic flair
But would i? could i? actually dare?

I could bare my soul, or my chest
Not quite sure, what is best
As i feel the sea, upon my breast
But as you may of guessed
All this is written, mostly in jest......

by Jemia

Snowdrops herald Spring
New birth, and new beginnings
Offers fresh clear hope

Wild, and wonderful
Drops of flowering soft snow
Rumour like, 'White Queens'

Once 'Naked Maidens'
Perhaps their white purity
Snow deflowered

by Jemia

Why did the cat, sit on the mat?
What was its purpose
We don't know if it was a queen or a tom cat
Was the mat indoors, or out?
Was it waiting for a door to open?
To be (or not) let in or out?
Was it stopping to go into a deep  
psychoanalytical thought, or philosophy?
Or perhaps traverse parallel universes?
Or imagining what it would be like to be human?
Or a dog, or another cat?
Or maybe another 'owner' to visit
For extra food, or hugs?
Then to my surprise
The cat stood up
Looked me straight in the eye
Then spoke!
"For goodness sake! Can't a cat, simply sit on a mat?"
"For no other reason, than to sit?"
"All i did, was see this mat and thought, i'll sit on that!"
(Read my next excerpt, on my musings on cats:
'The Amazing Tales Of A Talking Philosophical Cat
That Sat On A Mat, titled "I Purr, Therefurr, I Siam!"

In 2019
People were known
To cough
To mask
Breaking wind
In 2020
People were known
To break wind
To mask a cough


by Jemia

A psithurism
Quietly susurrating
Whispering leaves
by Jemia

Wings
They said
"I think she's having another turn!"
I drifted off again
This time, i dreamt i was riding on the back of a Dragon
And i remember
How beautiful the landscape below us was
As i felt the warm breeze, brush against my skin
And looking down
Could make out the green lushness of the forest below
The glinting silver freckles
Coming from a rambling brook
That wove its way through the forest
I thought i espied
Fish, leaping along upstream
And then, amongst the trees
Tiny glimmers of light
Floating along, like butterflies
Whilst lost in the beauty of all below me
I suddenly realised i had wings
And the Dragon spoke to me
"Your majesty."
"It is time for you to fly!"
At this point, i thought of two things
Well three things actually!
If i included the Dragon, the fact that it could talk, my fear of heights,
that i had wings, and that the Dragon had addressed me as "your majesty"!
Which actually comes to five things!
But fear of heights, came out top,
As the Dragon, suddenly dipped down
Leaving me on my own, mid-air
Thinking i was certain to plummet to my death
An unknown instinct came to me
As i felt my arms, doing a flapping movement
Amd soon i was gently gliding downwards
And the fear, and panic, faded away, into the ether
As feelings of joy, and exhilaration  swept through me
And i felt a pure love of my existence
I slowly glided downwards,
With the wind gently caressing my hair
Towards the brook
As i felt thirsty
And the water looked clear, and clean
And fresh
And thus would be safe to drink....
by Jemia

Wishes are dreams
Intimate and intense
Seductive as loves
Heartbeat

With Regards Bucket Lists

Do them!
Do them
Now!
Don't wait
Life is
Short
So was
Tom Thumb!

by Jemia

by Jemia

in a poem tonight, i said that i had a problem pronouncing the word antidisestablishmentarianism, and that it was ironic as i knew the word, and how to pronounce it Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch the irony! 😂 i got looked at proper! oh the foibles, and quirks, of you humans! oops! okay, time to come out of my closet, i am an alien! 😂 i come from a planet, where peace comes easily, and so do i....😅 **

by Jemia

That wownow moment
When something wows you
Right now
Well
What did you expect?
A poem?
Tis more profound
Than words
But so is chocolate custard!

by Jemia

Writing A Wrong
In my application
To qualify
For a free assessment
And Guidance
To my poetic writes
Or wrongs
I have to declare
My gender
And sexuality
As this will aide
And advance
My chances of qualifying
So i tick boxes
Little boxes
Built just the same
That reveal my legacy
Not my PC shame
That i am a transwoman
That i am a lesbian
That i am this
And i am that
Should i wear
A particular hat?
Personally
I'm just me
Being pigeon-holed
Confined to little
Claustrophobic tick boxes
That are meant
To conform
Or confirm
My identity
Which in reality
Gets lost
In a maelstrom
Of conformity
I am just me
The only difference
Is the way i now ***!
And the only
Bush on bush experience
I've so far had
Was when i peed
Behind a car
at a festival campsite
Under the twilight
Under the stars
Not realising
As i squatted in my innocence
That a bush beneath me
Was nettles!
There came no sighs
From between my thighs
But i was at least
Relieved!
by Jemia

Red ink
Like blood
Leaks
Onto ****** white paper
Soulless, empty
Wordless
The sanctity of the heart
Lies hollow
Shallow echoes
Pained
Rain falls
Clouds
Dark, and dank
Lightning flickers
Like tree roots
Reaches out
Across the darkening sky
Rivers run deep
Then dry
And i wonder
As i wander
Across the plains
Of the surreal
Remembering
That i still feel
The emotions
Of my beating heart
But feel as lost
As a butterfly
Who has lost its wings
As i remain stranded
And vulnerable

by Jemia

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

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

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

by Jemia

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

by Jemia

Living with people
You at first, get along with
You all love the same colour
Yellow
And you all have many tales to tell
Of personal experiences
With yellow
Be it paint
Pencils
Clothes
Lemons
Melons
Bananas
...............Submar­ines!
All seems mellow, with yellow
At first
After a while-the honeymoon period
Gone is the smile
You start noticing
How some of the others
In this yellow group
Prefer a paler
Or more profound
Different shade
Some even prefer their bananas
Green!
Or ripe brown
Then you start to realise
That you no longer share the same values
And apart from yellow
You had nothing else in common
At all
And start to see
Red!
by Jemia