Love
Like soft susserrating leaves
My love
Undulating
In a Zephyr breeze
Soft and gentle
As a moonlit night
A twilight shimmering
Another world
Another love
Another existence
As beautiful
As a setting sun
As wondrous
As a newborn
Heartbeat
The truth of love
Exists....
by Jemia

You know
I'll always love you
As i always do
And that i truly miss
The company of you
Your presence for now
As fluid as turbulent streams
As you wander, in, and out
Every night within my dreams
Yet your appearance
Always seems so effervescent
Although you're always different
Whenever you are present
Your eyes, and skin, and hair
Change colour every time
And your laughter
Is so so beautifully, wonderfully sublime
Your smile warms up my heart
I feel such total bliss
As your sweet subtle succulent lips caress
My soul, those rare moments that we kiss
Although i have never met you
Or so it mostly seems
I love you in this strange reality
Within this land of dreams

by Jemia

20 years ago today, i got talking to my then wife, about all the imbalance in the world, and that sooner or later, the have nots, will respond, and react, to those that have, the basics of drinking water, food, and a roof over their head, and medicines. and that some of these will lash out be it religious, political, or racial differences, or all three, and that i had a really horrible feeling something was going to happen very soon. i'd never had such an extreme 'instinct' like this before, but had no idea how it would be acted out. this ramble/rant lasted for an hour, but i felt i had to tell her, but was hoping it was just a severe moment of angst. the next morning, i got a phone call from my wife, she said "turn the telly on!" a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre, and like everyone else was thinking how terrible, how could such an accident happen? then everyones nightmarish worst possible thoughts were confirmed when the second plane crashed, and the real horror that this was a deliberate act hit home. yet it was like watching a dystopean Hollywood disaster movie. and it scared me further, as i had kind of sensed it the night before, it for me was almost like a predictive text. ive witnessed the best of human behaviour, but ive also been on the receiving end of the worst, so i live life with eyes wide open. receiving the good people with open arms, whilst trying to understand the bad, and what made them that way, and would echo the words of John Lennon "give peace a chance" i know this is just a hope, and that Utopia for some, is another persons nightmare ie one persons meat, is another persons poison. variety is the spice of life, i just wish we could all accept our differences, i live with a small dollop of hope, but realise that my ambitious words written when i was 16 "love peace, and peace will love you" were naive, but hopefully one day 💕🦋💕

Lunar See
there is a beautiful golden orb
floating in the night sky.
i thought at first
it was my otherworldly friends
coming to take me home,
but it's just the
Moon!

by Jemia

Caressing the ripples
The soft
But steady flow
Of the river
As i glide along
Paddling
Through puddles

As dappled echoes
Of moonlight
Float along
The dark
And shimmering water
There is a silence
Amongst the shadows
Of the clouded
Flickering stars
Their brightness
Mere ghosts
Lost diamonds
Echoes
Of their own existence
Floating through infinity

And over the dark horizon
Of this blue velvet night
I sense the waters edge
Listening
To the ebb, and flow
Of small waves
Running ripples
Caress the soft sand
The glowing moonlight
Seduces
Then takes my soul
To madness
Now i see

by Jemia

The small Porcupine
That sometimes told 'porky pies'
About pork pies, such lies

by Jemia

Ma Chérie!

I somehow resisted
Purchasing Camembert
As she tried to ****** me
Whilst i was standing there

Her wit, and charm
And divine perfume
Enchanted me so
There was little to assume

I envisaged her melting
Succulently onto my tongue
Which was by now
Hanging out long

She was oh so beautiful
And such a seductive queen
Yet as i walked on by
I could almost hear her scream

"Take me home
Ma cherie"
And delight in the taste
"Of Camembert, not Brie!"

That moment
Haunts me still
But this coming Thursday
Bring her home, i will!!!

by Jemia

Me, and the moon
Have a kind of
On, off relationship
Which really drives me mad
One Day
When the moon's not looking
I'll catch it
When it least expects
In the palms of my hairy hands
Then *****
My blackened candles
Don my dark robes
Paint a twisted smile
Upon my fair face
Run outside my ramshackle home
And simply
Howl at it
"i used to be a werewolf
But i'm alright NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!"

by Jemia

Old weary Tudor beams
That have seen it all before
The cracks are showing
Aching tree trunk limbs, aging

Beer guides, and Utopian dreams
So many yesterdays
Quaffed memories
Chaffed wrinkling skin

Cliched springs of hope
Hares box
But don't elude the fox
Sunshine beckons, but deceives

Time to quaff
Mead, and cider, not ale
Drunken memories
Of a good time gal

Then the young arrive
Hopeful anticipation
Please remain hopeful
The old, no longer gold

We are made of lead
Or Pewter, or Thyme
And time, And old
Magical herbs

We no longer smoke (often)
I personally
Am a woman
That once upon a waning moon
Was something else

by Jemia

What none of us
Have yet realised
Is that planet Earth
Is a massive psychiatric holding unit
For the planet Bulcrapio
We are all implanted
With something in our brain
To disguise the fact
We are all insane
And we have been left
To our own devises
Some of us
Have learnt to adapt
And occasionly recognise bull crap
And thus
Not quite as mad
As some of the others
And some make wild claims
That we are from another planet!
oops!
But it has become apparent
That the most insane
Out of all of us
End up, somehow
Becoming the most powerful
Normally elected by those
Who are possibly more insane
But less ambitious
As why else
Would these people
Get into office
In the first place?
The world hasn't gone mad
It' always been mad
It just seems madder!

by Jemia, formerly Ann Boleyn, and also Cleopatra!

Mutually
Assured
Destruction
Climate change
Left (globally)
Ignored
More
Attention
To
Easy money
Coffined Princes
Headily archaic heritage
And a burning at
Notre Dam (had a hunch)
Greedy, whilst
Empty stomachs, remain unfed
Murdered persons, of other cultures, lie dead
Air that we breathe, becomes toxic, as our
Dying ecosystems, untreated, will turn sour
Mutually assured destruction
Ain't necessarily, arising from a nuclear war
Death could just as easily happen when
Mindless world leaders, choose to ignore
Attention, and money, to clean up our mess
Desperately soon, they need to address

by Jemia

From where i'm now sat
Within my balconied flat
I espy just beyond my windowsill
The ruins of the castle, on the hill
Rooftops below, are now coated in white
From the extra snowfall, overnight
Where the snow has fallen, for hundreds of years
The silence lies heavy, like frozen tears
Pirouetting snowflakes, natures ballet, Arabesque
A snow filled sky, a wonderland, so picturesque
Still the castle ruins, look down from the hill
That once had life, but now lies still
Where once kings, and queens, allegedly presided
Over which dragons daringly, and dangerously glided
Still the snow comes down, and decries
Like sheep's wool falling from the skies
White, and pure, and beautiful, and free
A frozen horizon, as far as the eyes can see
But soon, the snow will eventually melt
And the land will soften, and turn to felt
The skies will turn an azure blue, from a silvery grey
And the colours of Spring, will light up our day
With the butterflies, and bees, and birds in full song
The sun will grow warmer, and the days will be long
Yet i'll still remember the cool beauty, of the snow filled skies
With a myriad of memories, and dreams in my eyes
by Jemia

I am like a soggy leaf
Flapping haphazardly
In a wet winding wind
That may occasionally
Kiss you wetly, gently
Upon your cheek
You will then
Tear me off
And cast me asunder
As i fall
Crunched, and crumbling
To the moist wet earth below
Then trodden underfoot
With only the imprint
Of your size sixes
Left embedded in my wrinkled memories.
Or would you,
Keep me, and take me home?
Forever to remember
That wet kiss, on that stormy day
With fondness, and fun
Dry me out
Then press me
Buried inside
Then under
A few volumnous
Tomes?
I would be very impressed!
by Jemia

Heaving lungs, hay feverish watery eyes
As asthmatic curses, reveal the hayseeds rustic charms
Youths in hayfields, under blazing cloudless skies
With itchy, hay-mottled, sun burnt arms
In the evening,the haymaker's drunkedly dance the hay
Remains of the haybox, now eaten away as...
Evening beckons, to make hay of the day.

well i went to the park,
for a lark,
and have to concede,
quaffed some beloved mead,
and briefly anaesthetised from pain,
will consider it again
and good company was to be had
of which i was glad
if not slightly mad
but glad to be mad
and will do it again
and remain
a girl insane
now drinking water
as i know i oughter
and glad of the relief
be it brief
Doctor, can you please prescribe me some mead?
by Jemia 🦋💕

The good old days
When i was filled with Absinthe
Now i'm only filled with
Absence
by Jemia

Mew-Sings Of A Philosophical Cat
I purr
Their fur
I Siam
(Day Cat Art)
by Jemia

If the truth
Were to be told
That sometimes
Everything i touch
Turns to mould

by Jemia

Plants' minute fungi
Or growth on paper, leather
Tainted flowery words

by Jemia

Mind Invasion

It's now so late
It's early
The time between
When creatures of the night
Are no longer hunting
Yet a long while
Until the sunrise
Begins to waken
To a new day
Where words
Are lost in thoughts
And thoughts
Are thrown into dreams
Where the world
Is a surreal abstract place
Where almost everything
Has no rhyme
Or reason
Where madness, and horror
Are the norm
With the occasional crumb of ***
Lurks with intimate intent
Visiting new places
Meeting strange faces
That we will never see again
These alien invaders
Of the sleeping mind

by Jemia

Mindless

Ive searched
All morning
High
And low
Looked
Here
And there
And everywhere
But
As much
As i try
I
Think
I
May of lost
My
Mind

by Jemia

"Good morning mirror
How are you today?"
"Me?"
"I'm just reflecting
On my life
At how people approach me
Full of expectation
And hope
And denial
Then somehow resent me
When i tell them the truth
But only on a physical level
Sometimes
Even i
Can be shocked
Or surprised
I hide no secrets
Or tell no lies
Those lie
Within the realms
Of the beholder"
by Jemia

Another ****** day in lockdown, and isolation
Another of visual, but non physical hosts
Nice people, floating around the ether
Like spectres, or very creative ghosts

I await these omnipresent visitors
As they appear on screen, in my room
Permanently reflecting, on my own reflection
Every time, i go onto zoom

So not only do i talk to the others
As my laptop lies upon a shelf
I find i'm having conversations
Whilst looking at myself

Although i do enjoy these zoom days
Doing poetry, art, and other stuff
But looking at myself for a two hour stint
Is really, much more, than enough!
by Jemia

Missing
like a young puppy
with an eager wagging tail
knowing ive made a mess
but desiring to be picked up
and praised
and loved
and adored
and cherished
and told what a good girl i am
and **** myself
with the excitement
of it all
but instead
ive trapped myself
in the doghouse
its dark
im scared
and all alone
and i cant seem to find my way out

The only deceit
In my spoken words
Is they don't replicate
The voice in my heart
Body
Or soul

by Jemia

(A customers address)
I envisaged loads of Moles
Hanging out together
And imagined being there
I approach the one
That's trying to act
Particularly cool
Joint in hand
Wearing shades
I say "hi!"
She says
"Hi, i am a mole
And i live in a hole!"
I say
"You should see my flat!
It's a mess!"
"Cool!" says the mole
"Fancy some Vermian spaghetti?" says the mole
"You mean worms?" i replied
"Well yeah, but we're posh moles!"
"Is that the time?" says i
And as i leave
I say
"Beware the mole catcher!
"No need" said the mole
"He leaves us be"
"Ah, cool" says i
"See you later, Alligator" says i
"In a hole" says the mole

by Jemia

Monsieur Tickle
A business associate
Of my pater
Me aged four
Monsieur Tickle
Oft would visit our home
And tickle me
And tickle me
And tickle me
At first
I felt tickled
At second
I felt uneasy
At third
I felt scared
I didn't understand
I thought being tickled
Was mean't to be fun
Not of terror
After a while
When Monsieur Tickle visited
I would hide
Just two years ago
I mentioned this
To my sister
Who remembered well
This tickling mister
This sinister mister
Monsieur Tickle
As he tickled her too
And shared the same dread as i
And also shied
And would hide
As he evoked
So much fear
Whenever he was near
Yet he left
Our two brothers alone
(The third had not yet been born)
So whenever
I have to pretend
During acting practises
As part of a creative warm-up
I find myself
Having to act
As the others enjoy
The fun of it
Their own memories
Of being tickled
Untarnished
So i try to pick up on their vibe
Whilst i inwardly cringe
And cry
Monsieur Tickle
Now, no doubt
Lies in the company of worms
Yet still makes me squirm
The vermin now lies
With vermian

by Jemia

There's a monster rising
From the depths
Of the deep blue sea
It's made of plastic
Can you see?
by Jemia

I love writing poetry
Some of it is okay
Like a windy ****
Or a roll in the hay
Some of it isn't
I self berate
But little, or none of it
Is particularly great
If i were a great poet
The expectations
Would be to high
To maintain
That castle
In the sky
So, like a dog
I shall remain
A pauper analogue
And also like a dog
I am a bit barking
Which doesn't rhyme
Don't blame me
Tis my pen
That writes the poetry
Like a cuckolding hen
Typical analogy
A bad workperson
Blaming their tools
Although i'm nobodies fool
Then must be the ink
So i'd like to think
A caper, on paper
A pie, in the sky
Or politics, or religion
And just a smidgeon
Of Moon dust

by Jemia

I see a giraffe, wearing a tie
Also a hat, with a monocled eye
And clocks all around it, at various times
Mostly ten to five, for reasons sublime

It hang on a wall, by a small table
As i quaffed more cider, of which i was able
As music echoed around the bar
As i awaited my chariot, to take me afar

I noticed the walls, were a lush dark bluish green
A stage by the door, on which one day, i may be seen
And curiously quirky lights, hanging from the walls
As i awaited my carriage, with its klaxon calls

So i sit here still waiting, with my third half cider
And think of a spider, that wriggled inside her
As other curiosities of quirkiness, enter my head
As my imagination wanders, so easily fed

Yet food for thought, does not fill the belly
My head is not entertained, by watching the telly
Home spun yarns meanwhile, and fairy lore
Teases, and tantalises, like never before

by Jemia

Last night
I fell in love
Which was reciprocated
A warm glow of happiness
Entered our hearts
I felt that we were
In paradise
It happened
As i was walking
Down the street
And a woman
Dressed all in black
Ran over to me
And declared her undying love for me
She was all aglow
As she took me by the arm
And said
That we needed to talk
I somehow knew her
But couldn't quite figure
Where from
But i knew i felt the same
Electricity
It was wonderful
I then realised
She was a vicar
I told her i was not religious
At which point
She kissed me
Strange dream really
With a vicar of Dibley type woman

by Jemia

Secretly, Titania, and Oberon
Had cast a magical spell
The guests were despatched
To a strange Dingly Dell
Their eyes changed colour
And they all grew wings
And flew around in circles
Doing all sorts of things
Some crashed into each other
Some crashed to the ground
Others flew into trees
Some sang silly sounds
Many got dizzy
And a couple were ill
And when they woke up next morning
They were perched upon my window sill
I beckoned them in
To tell me their tales
But none could remember
Because of the spells!
by Jemia

I bought some mint chocolates
They were called After Eight
I'm now eating some, at 2:08 in the morning
They don't specify, after what eight
(ie; after 20:00hrs!)
So i try to rotate
I breathe eight times
Or count to eight
Or how many times
I ate eight After Eights, after eight
But by eating eight After Eights, after eight, eight times
Technically, ive squared it by eight
Eight After Eights, times eight, then eat eight times that
Equates, to a lot of after eights!
I now hate
All those After Eights, i ate
And my palate is in a state
And trying not to procrastinate
As i can no longer think str8!
Ooh, is that the time?
by Jemia

Mute

My life as a recluse
serves little use
and is maybe an excuse
to hide away

can't face-time or skype
haven't the skills for that kind of hype
i'm not a techno type
my life is disarray

i can say hello, and hi
to help me get by
but my laptop is shy
of open display

so i don't see live voices
i haven't got those choices
i here no people noises
just silence throughout the day

radio and tv channels
are like wet flannels
inane quiz shows and panels
to keep loneliness at bay

white noise is in an endless spiral
as social distancing, has now gone viral
no presence to admire all
nothing left to say

Ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccco.....

A mostly good day
And evening
A triad
Of Christmas reasoning

The first, i invited a friend
I cooked an Christmas dinner
It came together
Nice meal, that wouldn't make us thinner!

Then the zoom
Christmas charity blast
Had fun with a quiz
In which i came last!

Then whisked myself off in a taxi
For more fun, and frolics
To the acting shebang xmas do
Smoked a joint en route, then talked *******!

It's now gone 3am
In the morn
Recovered my head
From a passing unicorn......

by Jemia

The morning/sfternoon
After the night before
A rainbow of alliances
Zoom party galore
With breakout rooms
No murders though
Of Gloria in the kitchen
With a *******!
About one litre
Of beautiful Mead
Later, has sown this beast
Of a hangover seed!
I think i behaved myself
I came out
As a reindeer
By donning a red nose
Most had been given a £20 e-voucher
For food
I asked for my voucher
For Lovehoney
Hope i wasn't rude!
But at least i didn't go ****
To ****** cold for that
And besides
Would of needed a hat?
More tea vicar?
by Jemia

ME: "Oh beloved bendy frog"
"I much prefer you, to a dog"
"So so green, and quaintly shy"
"I particularly like, your cute bow tie"

You never seem to cower
When you unite a bamboo cane, to a flower
You do it all, with such finesse
Your bulging eyes, so impress

I know not, if you're from Mars, or Venus
But you don't seem to have a gender
"Oh, my lovely contortionist"
"You would of fared better, as an extortionist"

You are so humble, and almost real
Like Kermit the frog, but more surreal
"I wonder if there is a pig in your life"
"Maybe you're now married, and she's your wife?"

FROG: "What is this strange poet, before my eyes?"
"Speaking about me, things i cannot deny"
"I am flexible, and a very good friend"
"And very easy going, and easy to bend"

Whilst i'm sat upon, my floating lily pad
And wonder at the spawn, i might of had
Perhaps all i need, is to leap up high
Shoot out my tongue, and catch a fly?

by Jemia

An embroidery of words
Sewn together
Like a patchwork quilt
Or a tapestry
Woven
From the wild imaginings
Of my mind
Following the thread
Of thoughts
Yet sometimes
Lain naked
Without a stitch
And aware
That a stitch in time
Saves nine
Reflections on life
Dealing with emotions
Before they cascade
Out of control
Becoming
An undulating deluge
I thread the needle
This time with red
Embroidered arteries
My lifeblood
Coursing through
My heart of silk

by Jemia

As i quietly chew my way around
Munching down to the earthy ground
As nature kindly provides my hungry mouth
The rain moistens the sun from the south
That refreshes my sun dried flesh
And helps grow my inner mesh
And those moments of stark terror
Thankfully dropped, by a beak in error
Inadvertently giving me my first flight
Thankfully landing on tender grass so light
I then became reclusive, and cocooned
Hung from flowers, and festooned
Awaiting my moment to escape my past
Till i would gnaw through, and fly at last
Evolving, with my colourful wings, on a soft zephyr
My eyes open, and my heart on fire
My previous being, now long gone
As i have now righted, an accidental wrong
by Jemia

I remain in my wooden abode
I have no work
But i survive well
On my ramshackle home
No-one really notices me
But i do occasionally meet
Members of my clan
My food is chewy, and moist
Sometimes to salty
And sometimes rotten
But i am grateful for this feast
I bore holes
As my doorway
Which allows me
Entrances, and exits
Which are sometimes
Plugged up by other residents
To keep the ravages
Of the stormy treacherous seas
At bay
My friends call me Lucy
I call myself Lucinda
I live a simple life
As any other Woodworm would
by Jemia

My Three Days (Daze) Of Christmas (Over Ten Days)

On the first day of Christmas past
I made one bottle of Mead last
Said to someone, wearing reindeer horns
"You're looking ***** tonight" no porns
Went outside to vape, yay merrily
Got passed something interesting, of my tree, yay verily!

On my second day, of christmas present
Drank two bottles of Mead so pleasant
Demonstrated time flying, using a xmas tree clock ornament
The intended catcher dropped it, no time for this tournament
I later broke into tears, all full of emotions
Drowned in my sorrows, that filled the worlds oceans

On the third day of my christmas future, that's been
I turned up the same, as a hippy chic queen
Was bestowed with an halo, and angel wings
Drank tea, ate munchies, did a quiz, and that kind of thing
Although my sciatica, has come back with a vengeance
Had a really lovely day, perchance

On the fourth day of christmas, in all
Past, present, and future, i had a ball
Although i failed making time fly, tis done
Overall, i think, i mostly had fun
Experienced a myriad of emotions, good, bad, and covered in clover
My celebrations, this year, are now finally over

So merry christmas, one, and all
Enjoy yourselves, and try not to fall
Don't drink to much, or throw clocks high
Especially fragile christmas tree ones, although time did kind of fly
And if anyone offers you, a smoke-able non-oven ready joint
Well, it's interesting venturing into wormholes, losing the plot, then the point!

by Jemia

Nameless

I look to the crack on my ceiling

And the paint flaking of from my wall

The crack represents my broken heart

The flaking paint, as my emotions fall



My floor is carpeted with littered poetry

Strewn around, like cast off clutter

Pointless visions,of a myriad thoughts

Exposed emotions, as heartstrings flutter



My heart and love remain uncherished

As desirable, as an empty soul

Isolation, has become my destiny

As my heart will never be whole



A loving embrace, is something to cherish

And a tender kiss, to ignite a flame

It appears i'm to be left with my memories

When true love, once had a name

Her beautiful fleece
Glistened like gold
Woven in silk
Like the finest of tapestries

Her open ready smile
Pursed ruby red lips
Lying betwixt two
Soft white ivory pillars

The honey that lay within
Succulent, and exquisite
Freely flowing
Upon my gorging tongue

This well of pleasure
Sated my pulsing tongue
My own lips moistened
At this taste of delight

My hands gently caressed
Two soft buds
That soon flowered
As my lips brushed over them

We were soon
Face to face
As our tongues danced
In harmonies of desire

Like the waves of a rolling ocean
She was like the ebb tide
That washed over me
Echoing my own dance of seduction

I could sense my head
Begin to explode
As her tongue
Created my own delicious eruptions

Tsunamis of pleasure
Ebbed, and flowed
Culminating in a silent scream
Of exquisite ecstasy

Revealing a unique desire
The butterflies of our souls
Our gentle wing beat
Had discovered the nectar, of our deepest desires

by Jemia

Net

In a far of place
As yet mostly unexplored
Two green ponderous eyes
Appear through thick foliage
They watch
With great intensity
As a spider
Busily weaves
Laying out its table
To catch its passing breakfast
And is soon satisfied
As a moth
Haphazardly
Crashes into the silk tapestry
The eyes blink knowingly
The green eyes
Then appear
At the waters side
There are some men
On small skiffs
Casting their nets
And within a few moments
They are pulling in
Flapping fish
The green eyes blinks
Waves
Then fades
Into the shades
The boy with the green eyes
Wanders along a forest path
He is pondering
Over what he has witnessed
And as he is approaching
The nearby village
To share his discoveries
He is suddenly
Pulled into the air
And finds himself
Caught in a trap
Of ropes
He now knows
How the moth, and fishes feel
But he is lucky
As he has a small knife
And cuts himself free
But his freedom has a price
As he falls into the jaws
Of a tiger
His green eyes
Dimmed
Then died

by Jemia

Night Of The Living Quack!

It was obviously difficult
At first
To distinguish
Betwixt a normal duck
And a zombie duck
Until they quacked
And their waddle
Gave them the appearance
Of an inebriated duck
And their quack
Sounded more like a quark
On their own
They were fairly harmless
But if surrounded by these beastly entities
A gang of zombie ducks
All quarking loudly
You could be in mortal danger
Of seemingly being squashed
By an insane eiderdown
Unless you were quick enough
To avoid the quaik
And duck down
Then you may simply
Quack up
The only known defense
Is to throw oranges at them
They have a mortal fear of oranges!
the end
fin

by Jemia

Night Of The Pixie Moon
i decided some deforestation was urgently needed, during the period of this Super Moon. And set about cutting through the wiry growth, and bramble, using my hand held shearing device. but i stopped suddenly, upon hearing what i thought were cries of despair, and anguish, and glancing downwards, i espied a small gathering of Pixies. who had set up their ramshackle abode, in their tiny little Dingly Dell located in my lady garden. upon examination, with use of a magnifying glass, that they had also created a well, with a small bucket hanging from a matchstick, and piece of hair, looking like it was about to be lowered into the Abyss. as one can imagine, i was slightly taken aback, and aghast by this, and tried to serve them an order of immediate eviction. but they claimed they had rights too, and pleaded towards my kind nature, and humanity, to give them time to relocate. i felt quite humbled and ashamed at my harsh reaction, and realised i had acted in haste, due largely to finding Pixies inhabiting, and cohabiting a part of my anatomy. and was quite impressed how well they'd improvised, and had survived, avoiding drowning during the 'rainy season!' anyway, the upshot of it is, is that they have promised to teach me to play the Lyre Harp i purchased last month (or was it the month before?). so tonight, we are to gather together, and after iv'e issued them with some ribbons, and silk to replace their somewhat bedraggled dresswear, we shall all quaff vast quantities of Mead. however i am a little concerned at the thought of drunken pixies running amok in my lady garden! but we only live once.....

A night of Clair de Lune
And Mead
No Dragons, or madness
To concede
I would'st write
By candlelight
But perchance
Would'st set the house afire
And that wouldn't do at all
As would'st burn my ticket
To the fireman's ball!
by Jemia

can you not imagine
the life i have led
or how many ways
my heart has been bled
or how many times
iv'e been battered, and worn
bruised and weary
tattered and torn
yet i bare a little grudge
against those that abuse
they are who they are
i will not accuse
i will hold my head high
and keep myself true
and not do
those things that they do
there is no halo
rested upon my head
across thin lines
oft i have tread
what is the norm
it's hard to define
we all have our limits
we all have our lines
but i have no time
for those that abuse
they are who they are
they have no excuse

They can back track
But they can't track back
And if they tracked back
Before the back track
They may go slack
As they lack
A track to the back track
To the track back
To the back track
Back to the back track, track

by Jemia
Now confused, kerfuffled, and discombobulated!