You are the soft silent sigh
That whispers amongst the flowers
On a warm summers day
That sets an Aeolian Harp to play

You have taught my heart to beat again
With hope and joy and pleasure
And every time that we're together
Is a moment that i'll treasure
By Jemia

I like to kiss you
Upon your lips
Upon your lips so sweet
Unleess you've been eating
Garlic bread
Then I'd rather kiss
Your feet!

it appears that things, aren't always as they seem
when viewed by those, who are on the extreme
personally, i much prefer, to be sat in the middle
so i can view both, Rome burn, and Nero on the fiddle
be it religion, or politics, or other things that make little sense
i find it much easier to see both sides, when sat on the fence
but for the comfort, of my derriere
i do wish instead, that i'd sat on a chair
having been a watcher of things, for many years
the amount of animosity, sometimes leaves me in tears
especially those things, that aren't as pleasant as they seem
have buried my hopes, of a Utopean dream
i have no issue, if you're black, white, purple, or grey
straight, lesbian, pan, bi, or gay
just love all things living, no matter how diverse
we are probably unique, in the entirety of this universe
the beauty of our nature, could put us all at ease
the only thing missing, is total world peace
by Jemia

I found life modelling
As an easy choice to make
As easy
As my gender reassignment surgery
Both choices
Were mine to make
I did not choose
To find my mother dead
To have a heart attack
To be beaten to a pulp
On at least five occasions
One included two snooker ***** in a sock
Repeatedly beaten over the head
To be in a car crash at 70mph
To be repeatedly punished as a child
To go to fourteen different schools
T o be bullied at most of the
As a new kid
To live in constant fear of violence
To be so sensitive, but glad i was
Although at first
Felt it was a curse
But later realised it was my strength
I realised
And expected little more
That many people
Were like seagulls
Randomly ******* on you
But now
I'm learning to trust people again
I have met lots of butterflies
That float with you
As you glide along
In the breeze together
The angst
Still rears up sometimes
But it is an anagram of gnats
And sometimes
Like gnats
It bites

by Jemia

Gnomadic   a wandering, meandering gnome
Misgnomer a female gnome
Metrognome     uses the London Underground
Gnominate   lazy gnome, idle  
Gnomad  a sane gnome
Gnoman'sland    where male gnomes reside
Gnome de guerre     see agnominous
Agnominous  a gnome with nous
Gnome de plume not a real gnome, might be a plum!
Gnome de plump An overweight gnome
Gnome more   enough already!

by Jemia

These people
Ive spoken to
Longer than ive lived
Once happily married
Where Dementia has taken
A long lost gift
There-in lies
The hidden rift
As i speak
To these strangers
And hear their stories told
Of lost love, and youth
Forgotten of old
For this devil
This evil seed
This forgotten need
This sickness of age
Of lost memories
Replaced with rage
Dementia
Dementia
Is an adventure
That no-one
Wants to know
This ******* reality
That kills the glow
Sometimes quickly
And often times times slow
I do wish Dementia
Would simply go

by Jemia

on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
been there a few times of late
got a destiny, but not a date

staring up, at a clear blue sky
nature sobs, but cannot cry
the heat of the warming sun
is still awaiting, till winter’s done

meanwhile, a virus has come to play
no-one really wants it to stay
most think it most uncouth
but at least it doesn’t, destroy our youth

not like the weapons of a murderous war
young or old, life blood is poured
under the guise of honour, not money
human treacle, disguised as honey

but i fear, deep down inside
where love and peace, had a chance to reside
sitting on the edge, of the abyss
on the periphary, the world’s all amiss
by Jemia

Lady Annie Brassey
Perchance, went fly fishing
For flying fish
With a different kind of fishnet.
Sadly
Constance, was not constant
A crowded yacht
Somehow, now seemed empty
Tears to weep
Into the oceans deep
As the Sunbeams rays
Became shrouded

by Jemia

As i crawl out of my burrow bed
Into the cool chill of my room
I greet this cold
With a two-fingered salute
Accompanied by a few expletive deletives
And dress
Hurriedly
Already, my hands
And feet
Feel cold
The hot water bottle
Perhaps with a twisted humour
And irony
Burns my derriere
I grab my tea
Which is already cooling
At a rapid rate
I am tempted
To return
To my den of iniquity
My boudoir
To the snug comfort
Of my burrow bed
I envy
Those creatures
That hibernate
Lucky sods
Imagine
Being able to sleep
Through the cold dark months
Save a fortune on heating bills
And then spend that fortune
On enjoying the warm seasons
Goodnight October
Good morning April

by Jemia

How big
And small
This planet is
We are not much more
Than a grain of sand
On the empty beaches
Of infinity

by Jemia

Reflections
On a ceiling
Scattered
Jaded memories
Melodic music
Floats
On the balmy night air
Bodies
Swing, and sway
And in disarray
People move
With the groove
Green bottles
hang
Not from walls
But from the ceiling
Are very appealing
Yet remain still
Unmoved by the beat
That throbs
At my dormant feet
Whilst a shaggy dog
With a bow
Seemingly in the know
Watches all
Whilst perched upon
A pale green wall

by Jemia

Grief
Is a monster
It eats you up
Then spits you out
It tears out your heart
And then your soul
Until you no longer feel whole
It rips out your insides
And abandons you
Left only with your sadness
Quivering
With every beat of your heart
So when i hear
Of another's grief
I remember the soul shredding
Grief of your own
Grief evolves
From the initial
Roller coaster ride
Of a myriad
Of ups, downs, and somewhere inbetween
Of emotions
Time
Separates, and divides
And moves us on
And eases the pain
A little at a time
The weird thing
About grief
It isn't always about loss
Through death
But also for those still living
No longer in our life's
I know both versions

by Jemia

Iv'e dated a woman with Alopecia
And others that were Hirsute
The attraction wasn't hair, or lack of
Just a nature that was absolute
by Jemia

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

by Jemia

Once, many years ago, when our daughter was only four, five, or six.
We took her into the local grocers shop.
She was puzzled at the sign 'Hand Washed Baby Potatoes'.
So i explained to her, that the potatoes came via a children's nursery,
where the babies were gainfully employed washing small (new) potatoes,
and for this, their payment was a small bag of fresh nappies........
by Jemia

These are the hands
That hold a pen
That help me to write
Now, and again
These are the hands
That i can count my fingers
To work out a sum
When my mind lingers
These are the hands
When joined with another
That expresses fondness
And desire for a lover
These are the hands
That i stuck in the air
When knowing the answer
To a question, so there!
These are the hands
That held my thumb on my nose
Then wriggled my fingers
For a cheeky pose!
These are the hands
That played with toys
And clapped together
To make some noise
These are the hands
That ive had all my life
That despite their beginning
I am now their wife...
These are the hands
With sensually creative fingers
That caressed my lovers
For an ****** that lingers
These are the hands
That will forever offer peace
And will occasionally help me
Eat chocolate, or cheese!
by Jemia

Happy Something (31-12-2021)

Should auld acquaintance
Be forgot....
"Who you calling auld?"
"Forget what?"
"Is it tomorrow yet?"
"it is in Australia!"
"Must be all those Kangaroos!"
"Cheers!"

by Jemia

Out of the corner, of my eye
I glimpsed the ruins
Of Hastings Castle ruins
And momentarily
Mistook the flying flag
For that of a dragon
Caught on the wind
As a new kind of magic
Was about to enter my life
And breathe new fire
Into my soul
And light up
The fading flickers
Borne from the molten wax

by Jemia

South Coast Mardi Gras
Only on a Fat Tuesday
Music festival

by Jemia

I once saw a cricket
Playing cricket
On a sticky wicket
With a piece of willow in hand
But he got bowled out
By a Yorker
As he didn't understand
That hopping around
Between the bails
Left him undiagnosed
In his second innings
Hopeful of new beginnings
He then got rapidly stumped
Betwixt a maiden over
As his wicket was left exposed
Forlornly he left the field
And drowned his sorrows in nectar
Vowing never to play cricket again
As he changed his name to Hector
Sadly this was short lived
As he hopped along a lonely road
A long slimey slippery tongue popped out
As he got swallowed by a toad!

by Jemia

Brain strain migraine pain
Clustered abstract vision
Dark room seclusion

Your thighs,
like sighs,
in a silent wind.
A soft zephyr,
against your silken skin,
Caressing,Kisses of passion
,lingering,
touching tongues,
with cascading desire
Seeking the lust,
then the fire,
two lovers,become as one
Hermes and Aphrodite

Clinging onto
The driftwood of reality
As i float
Through the turbulent oceans
Of chaos, and confusion
Avoiding the delusion
That false hope
May proffer
As i haphazardly
Try to steer my way
Through my ramshackle
******-analytical mind
Hoping to eventually
Land on the beaches
Of logic
Whilst being tempted away
With a myriad
Of false hope
And high expectations
Fake *******
Of euphoric
Delusional delights
Which are normally
Lurking at the back
Of an ****** dream
Or alcohol induced delirium
Foolish me
I ventured out
In search of reality
Finding only the surreal

by Jemia

Thought i'd discovered
An upside down
Back to front
Pen that didn't work
Then realised
That i was
Holding it
At the wrong end
Like a stick....
by Jemia

Hogarth, was a troll
Normally a very friendly troll
Unless he was hungry
When he was hungry
He wasn't friendly at all
He once ate a cyclist, bicycle and all!
But the cyclist, leapt out of the mouth of the troll
As the troll, was on a stroll
And felt quite full, after eating the bicycle whole
The wheels of the bicycle broke loose
As the troll burped, and farted, like a goose
Then the pedals turned around, within the trolls tum
As the troll was cleaning his ears, with his big troll thumb
Then the troll farted again, which rang the bicycle bell
The troll then tripped, and over he fell
And just as he snorted, out of his snout
All the parts of the bicycle, were suddenly blown out
The gap in his tum , was just an empty hole
Saw his reflection, in a pool, he was no longer a troll
His colour from being, a slimy greeny, green
And his big troll ears, could no longer be seen
He now had big pouty lips, and watery eyes
A dark emerald skin, And a long tongue, for catching flies
Then realised he wasn't looking at his reflection in a pool
It was a rather large toad, he felt such a fool
So he wandered off home, to under a bridge
And ate a caterpillar sandwich, he'd left in the fridge!

by Jemia

The Black Horse, a gin house
On an area, quite profound
Many a seafarer, got blown of course
When landing in the America Ground

The Black Horse soon expired
And was lost, there was no search
But soon the ground was rebuilt, not hired
By the Holy Trinity Church

The trinity Church
Built over the Black Horse Inn
Where gin was oft quaffed

by Jemia

On my way
To another watering hole
Last sunday
I met a man
In disarray
Now homeless
And nowhere to stay
And in a gliche
His name was Mitch
He was ten years younger
But not in hunger
But homeless
Nonetheless
I was tempted
To give my address
He thanked me for the chat
And that
Was the end of that
I know that today
He was going to the council
Looking for somewhere to stay
He said he had nothing to lose
With a sleeping bag
And a bottle of *****

by Jemia

Although i'm sometimes (often)
Disappointed with the world
And the wiles,
And ways
Of some peeps,
There is always the reliability of music
To restore my hope
And trust
May those things reign supreme
Else one day
I'll simply scream
"For goodness(polite version) sake, just be true"
Love, and peace,

Jemia 💕🦋💕

Mead, and red wine

Individually

Are fine

Mixed together

During the course of a night

Consequences

Hangover

Feels like

Forever!

But fine

At the time

Infamous

Last words

Absurd

Unlike lemon curd...?

by Jemia

If you can't judge a book
By its cover
Or the first tantalising kiss
From a lover
As you read through the pages
Traversing the stages
Of each chapter in life
The cover may be crumpled
And well read
The new lover
May seem good in bed
It's when the honeymoon
Has come to an end
That you may discover
Your lover
Is also your friend
Or you write
A fresh chapter
To your life
A romantic mystery?
Or a bloodied knife?

by Jemia

I like to kiss you
upon your lips
upon your lips so sweet
to taste your delicious nectar
when tender lips do meet
my ever encircling tongue
savours a taste of sweet delight
I love you for infinity
and adore your taste tonight

The    Air that we breathe
The    Water that we drink
The     Food that we eat
These United
The     Lifeblood of our survival
They need to stay connected
One missing link
And the game is over
For humanity
And mother Earth
We are all mere strands
In the web of life
Break the strands
That nature provides
Then, when
The ecosystem collapses
Under the weight
Of our demands
And abuse
And greed
Then we all die
We all know what happens
When a house of cards
Collapses

by Jemia

I was going to give
Everyone a pink Smartie
To sweeten the night
For this creative party
But then i thought
Some may have health reasons
Where eating Smarties
Was not possible
And i really didn't
Want anyone
To end up in hospital
So i ate them all myself
And overnight
Turned into an elf
My ears went all pointy
And i shrank in size
Then spoke loads of nonsense
Which came as no surprise!
I said hi
To all my fairy friends
And farewell
To the trolls
Then ran away
When confronted by barbie dolls
I then rode on a dragon
And flew to the sky
Then turned into a mermaid
But didn't know why
I splashed around
In some kind of delirium
As i somehow ironically
Realised i couldn't swim
I changed again quickly
As i transmogrified, whilst in the sky
And was now at peace
As a big blue butterfly
But then got swallowed
By a large greedy frog
Just at the point
I turned into a catalogue
So read my own pages
They weren't very plain
As they quickly revealed
That i was possibly insane
Mad as a hatter
Or a box of frogs
Or a mad March hare
Wearing Dutch clogs
So after all that
I end up as a cloud
Quietly floating around
Peeing water
On everything below
Time to go!
Hope i don't post this on Facebook!

by Jemia

I hear you clock
Every tick, and every tock
As you move, unrelentlessly
Into the future
In the meantime
You stand witness
And you are also part of
The passing of time
With no time for yourself
My only contribution
Is my ageing
Sometimes i curse you
As if it's your fault
As time seemingly
Hurries me towards
My final destination
Where time will no longer
Have any meaning
But you, my clock
May not realise
You are dependent on me
As i am your carer
As i feed you
You, the giver of time
Me, the giver to time
As i insert fresh batteries
Into your back
Behind your face, and hands
Else time for you
Would stand still
So when i die
You will in time follow
Unless i throw you out of my window
And watch time fly

by Jemia

I don't know, who this woman is
That claims to be the queen
As i always assumed it was my mother
Who discreetly remained unseen

They were both born,in the very same year
Back in nineteen twenty six
The queen sat upon a throne of gold
My mother, a throne of sticks

So instead i shall wear a crown
Made of natures finest flowers
Happy to be a fairy queen
As i dance amidst the bowers

Lost in the beauty of this magical realm
The birds, bees, and beautiful trees
The buttercups, and forget-me-nots
And happy faces, eager to please

But soon i shall remove my crown
As a myriad others will do
For today the park will be full of queens
And picnickers, artists, musicians, entertainers, and poets too!

We shall hope that mother nature
Will let the sun remain
And the breeze will blow the clouds away
And the rain, will not reign

by Jemia

I am a philosophical cat i am
I purr their fur, i Siam
I am a Cherry Blossom tree
My blossom is me, metaphorically
I am a gently blowing Zephyr
A seemingly calm breeze, full of desire
I am Alice In Wonderland
Venturing down rabbit holes throughout the land
I am a festival of colourful sounds
Loving the Earth, and loving the ground
I am a story, yet to be unfurled
Still seeking my place, in this curious world
I am me

by Jemia

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

When i'm alone
I drown
I can' swim
I need to paddle
With people
Afloat
On an sea of life
Alone
I am in a desert
There is no oasis
Just empty echoes
Whilst floating in space
Gnats give me angst
I wish
In a way
I'd forgotten
What it is like
To embrace
Another
Friend, or lover
I feel like a ghost
An unheard whisper
A grain of sand
On an empty beach.....
by Jemia

Giggling vermIAN
First wriggling,
then squirmIAN
Bird beak firmIAN

There you go mankind
If you can't
Beat it
Or eat it
Chop it down
Or poison it
Lets have an ****
Of massive destruction
Guns, and bombs
More toxins
And **** in loads of plastics....
"It's already been done!"
"Global what?"
"What warming?"
"I'm ****** freezing!"

by Jemia

And so i'm now sixty-four
What did i achieve
I look back in time
And learnt how to grieve

I grieve for the living
I grieve for the dead
I grieve for the loss of love
And grieve for things unsaid

I grieve for the loss of humanity
And the brutality of this race
I grieve for the insanity
And the loss of a loving embrace

I grieve for all the abused children
And their mothers who have died in vain
And the multitude of starving millions
And for those that feel this pain

I grieve for the state of the environment
And a climate that wont be changed
I grieve with the reality of it all
That our future lies in the hands of the deranged

Who believe their wealth will save them
When the planet finally falls apart
I grieve for their ignorance
And i grieve for my broken heart
by Jemia

As science
Further progresses
Into the intelligence
Of animals
Great, and small
Land, sea, and sky
And that they all
Have their own language
That one day
Science
Will learn to translate
In a way
What it is, they have to say
I wonder what these first words would be
And their perception
Of humanity........
'You are monsters!
Cruel
Greedy
Barbaric
Destructive
Ruthless
And those mostly responsible
For your plight
Are those in power
That give fright
Then flight'
And as this small
Beautiful
Goldfinch
Finished speaking
Its small, big, tiny heart
Broke, Then stopped beating

by Jemia

She removed her clothes
Then donned
A red velvet gown
Without a hint of a frown
She sat amidst the audience
Those she had not
As yet met
Glanced over at her
Perhaps already knowing what to expect
But not knowing
Not knowing what to expect at all
As she never quite knew
What she was going to do
Just
That she would inspire them
"I am not the artist!"
"I am the art!"
"An animate object"
"Become inanimate!"
"A life model.......still as the wind!"

by Jemia

Beach residents of a different ilk
The council once tried to milk
To fill their coffers, and fill their bag
In protest the residents, hoisted the American flag

The council now, were somewhat irate
As the beach was now, an American state
The beach party revolted, against their persecution
In 1822, began their American revolution

The floundered galleons, were now upside down
Forming a part, of the America Ground
As the flag flew high, the banners' star spangle
It's shadow now cast, over the Trinity Triangle

by Jemia

I always thought
That if the world
Was about to come
To an abrupt end
By whatever means
Be it climate change
World war three
Or a wayward asteroid from space
That i would be ready
As i had planned
To stick my head
Between my legs
And kiss my ****
Goodbye
Unfortunately
Now
I hadn't allowed for me
Developing
Coming down with
Sciatica
Which kind of makes
Sticking my head between my legs
Or anyone's else for that matter
To painful
So it somewhat scuppers that plan
Plan B
................
I have no plan B

by Jemia

Influenced...
i ventured out tonight, i was prepared for being aloin(quite funny typo!), alone! so had taken pen, and paper with me, and irony played it's teasy card, as although i had nothing to write, all night! someone in need, laid such a bitter seed, and
asked me for a pen! such bitter cheek,
that i so meek,
had no quill
in which to thrill
broadly speaking
With no squeaking,
i had lost my ****** pen
a poet without a pen
is like a butterfly
without wings
Jemia X 🦋

My poor poor rabbit
It is no more
With its soft floppy ears
And deep blue one eye
Shall no longer
Hop around the hutch
I'll miss
Miss Floppy Fun Bun
And how
You brought a twinkle
To my eyes
I don't know
Where to inter her
As i don't have room
In my special garden
Which is a bit bushy
I wonder if she's
Recyclable?

by Jemia

Strange
That William Shakespeares' birthday
Should also be his death day (allegedly)
His birthday present
Was also his birthday past
Unlike his writings
Which will live, and last

by Jemia

Valentines Day
If you're single
Is a simple
Yet brutal reminder
That although
You may be loved
By friends
There is no-one
Who actually fancies you
Or, you have admirers
So secret
That not even
MI5, MI6, The KGB, CIA
Or Interpol
Know of their existence
could be an
"Insane Vet Lady"
Unvetted!

by Jemia