Yaye!
Me!!
I'm the queen
Of the deep blue rippling sea
Although
I haven't got
A mere mermaids tail
And cannot
Swim......

by Jemia

I was always colourful

Even in my teens

Making patchwork Jackets

And altering my (genes) jeans!


by Jemia

The green pen
With no inks
No words to write
Methinks....

by Jemia

On average
I delete a minimum
Of about 50 emails per day
350 per week
About 1,500 per month
18,000 per year
And approximately
200,OOO per decade
So i was thinking
If about 4 billion people
Around the world
Averaged about the same
200,000 times 4 billion
Unwanted emails
Floating around
Like lost ghosts
Wandering around hyperspace
Clogging up
A non existent void
Words, and numbers
Along with brackets, commas, and full stops
Lies, and truths
All thrown in together
A hodge podge
Now all equal
As rejects of humanity
Discarded
Tears flowing, along with other words
Numbers unite, and subtract
And interact
Then divide
There then follows an algebraic ****
There is much multiplication
The letter O, falls in love with zero
And circles join in
For this narcissistic
Menage et trois
Nothing is the outcome
And nothing happens....

by Jemia

Not If, But When
I still have to pinch myself, throughout this strife
Ive experienced, many unusual events, in my life
But quite as surreal, as this sharpened knife

Seen many documentaries about pandemics, over the years
But it's hard to fully comprehend, all the fears
How strange, and scary they really are, as xmas nears

Most of these programmes, declared at their end
"Not if, but when", although "When" is now, my friend
Pinch myself. "oW!" hope it comes to an end

The year is nearly over, and we'll soon enter 2021
And hopefully soon, we can again have some fun
As Spring brings new life, and a nice warming sun
(And that "Not if, but when, will hold a positive interpretation)
by Jemia

Today
I was awoken
Not by
The sounds
Of silence
But by the sounds
Of sirens
And seagulls
Like a screaming choir
In a frantic
Chaotic
Harmony

by Jemia

Just had
A not poodle
*** noodle
I tried
To draw
Then doodle
The not poodle
*** noodle
But it made me
Withdrawn
So i ate it

by Jemia

Parting in sorrow
A deluge of tsunamis
Waves are wavering

by Jemia

Many years ago
Before i became
Even a twinkle
In my parents eyes
I had a previous existence
As a Gnu called Nug
Whose only desire
Was to grow wings
And become a Dragon
But instead
Decided to live in a canoe
Made from bamboo
Then move to Peru
But knowing these things
I would never, ever do
But i did invent the plug
What a clever, ingenius
And smug Nug
by Jemia

time for bed
dreams need to be dream fed!
as they whirl around inside my head
as squirrels **** like brie
up and down squirrel trees
so many nuts to set them free
Goodnight my nutkin friends
before i am driven round the bend
by Jemia

Oh wonderful beautiful sprout
So great when you're in
And great when you're out
Like a small green whirling planet
Occupied by little loving leaf people
In an infinite magnificent cuddle
I wish i could hug as profoundly as a sprout
And wish there was more of it about
Oh wondrous sprout
I love you when you're in
And delighted when you're out
This earth, this realm, this sprout
You are like another world
Oh Cosmic sprout of mine
Let us fly, as i undress your emerald gorgeousness
To taste your majestic flesh.......
by Jemia

Beneath the full, blood red moon
Grew Duir, the mighty ancient oak
By it's side, stood the vivacious Oestre
Both silhouetted, with the gathering fairy folk

Within the oak, upon its fine boughs
Perched Athena, Minerva, and Hieronymous
Three wise old owls, slowly blinking
Now no longer anonymous

In the distance, across an undulating countryside
Were Reynard the fox, And Muezza the cat
Screeching, and hissing, ready to fight
Under the glowing, moonlit night

Upon hearing the tu-whits, and tu-whoos
Distorted echoes, of estranged owlsong
Distracted, hungry eyes, now focused on the feast
Of the hare, upon the hill, ready to be seized

Oestre the hare, unaware
Spoke to the mighty oak
"Duir, tonight, i sense mischief, and magic"
The oak knew, of what she spoke

Whilst Duir cast an invisible wall
An unseen force-field, for their safe-keeping
Informing the hare, and three owls
"This protection will last, until the moon is sleeping"

Reynard the fox, now lost in the undergrowth
Having outwitted himself, with his own cunning
Muezza the cat, was distracted by the land of Fae
Danced with the fairies, until the break of day

The stars above, winked, but said nothing
As they gradually dimmed, then faded away
Whilst spiders wove their dewy cobwebs
Oestre vanished, into the early morning mists of day

by Jemia

OF MICE AND MEN
hello",said a little mouse one day
i said "hello", and left
"wait for me", said the mouse
"i think there's been a theft"

"a theft?" said i, none too shy
"of what? from whom? and where?"
"a young field mouse, has stolen my heart"
said the mouse, with great care

i tried not to laugh, i tried not to cry
and i really tried not to gawk
because,right here, before my very own eyes
was a mouse, with the ability to talk

"now see here" said i to him
"try not to worry, or fret"
"seek out this mouse, go to her house"
"and you both shall marry yet"

i then spun round, and ran and ran
as fast as my legs would go
and whether these two mice, then got wed
i'm afraid we shall never know!

A biscuit crumb
Was stuck to my ***
And sticking into my skin
A biscuit crumb
Was stuck to my ***
Also to my lips, above my chin

The ones on my lips
I licked away clear
All swallowed down with Earl Grey tea
The crumbs on my ***
Were sore, not yum
Not going to mention
The ones on my knee!

by Jemia

Funny to think
That i have
Half the abilities
Of an Octopus
I have four limbs
Although i can't swim
Or emit ink
Unless it's from a pen!
And don't move my limbs
In the same way
As an Octopus would
Unless i'm inebriated
Or aroused
Or trying to be theatrical!
Just realised
That i don't really
Have much in common
With an Octopus
After all! :)

by Jemia

Watching the pole vault
Reminded me
That i once tried
A pole vault
Shortly before
She returned
To Poland
Not like my attempt
At tap dancing
Where i fell off
The sink

by Jemia

On A Whim
I heard a Flimsy Whimsy
On a Winters day
Shouting whoopsy daisy
Then it ran away!

It ran into the garden
It ran into a toad
Then it finally croaked it
When it ran into the road!

So now the Flimsy Whimsy
Has had its final hour
So ive put it in my notebook
Just like a fresh pressed flower!
by Jemia

When the suns rays
Once again, warms our days
Whilst birdsong greets the early hours
Silken dew on cobwebs, and flowering flowers
Lovers love, and dreamers dream
As eyes sparkle, like a glistening stream
I shall meet someone, fair of face
And we shall share, true loves embrace
by Jemia

Now drinking a basic type tea
During the day
To ration out
My beloved Earl Grey x
by Jemia

Humanity began to grieve
Over a man, that couldn't breathe
That this reflected, an unbalanced inhumanity
As the world witnessed, a toxic insanity
As a cold, and callous individual
An audience recorded, their nightmarish vigil
They witnessed the actions, of this one man
That had oft been repeated, by others of his clan
All the rotten apples, that fell from this same tree
We're joined together, in a harsh brutality
Surely humanity, can be better than this
And love our diversity, a long time amiss
We all bleed red, and breathe the same air
As the majority of us know how to love, and know how to care
Black life's matter, as all life's should
If humanity is to advance, for the greater good
"The only thing necessary, for the triumph of evil,
Is for good men (and women) to do nothing"
Today, 20th April 2021, something good was done
And for a change, justice, and the truth won
But i have a horrible feeling, that i feel
That this convicted murderer, will shortly appeal...
by Jemia

The sky is now grey
And leaking gently
Wallowing, in the wetness
Abiding
In an hollow abode
Emerald dreams
That carry the mother load
A preemptive silence
On the eve
Of another day
Where the friendly frolicking folk
Of a myriad hoard
Will gather
On this second day
Of May

by Jemia

Today, is a cool
Yet sunny, windy day
And i can see
The leaves, in trees
Gently rustling
And the flag
Atop the Hastings castle ruins
Fluttering
Like wings
Of a new born dragon

by Jemia

Could the opposite
Of serendipity
Be pity?
When you venture out
Looking for something
Truly wonderful
And all you find
Is ****
On your shoe
Like crap
On your soul

by Jemia

They were my creation
My responsibility
Yet
I cast them aside
Left them alone
Discarded
Destitute
Unwanted
No more than names on paper
From my crying pen
As i moved on
With reckless abandonment
I put them in an orphanage
And
In time
Wondered
If they were adopted
But considered
That if i didn't truly want them
Who else would?
I felt guilty
Then mourned their loss
I decided to track them down
Eventually found
That they were still together
Their names
Kept in a floder
Titled
The orphanage
For my unwanted
Poems

by Jemia

Other Realities
What if?
This life we all live
Is a parallel world
And our dreams, and imaginings
Are the true reality
Yet to be unfurled
And our life
As it is now
Is just in our head
As we are estranged
From our sanity
As we dream in our bed
And everything we see
And everything we do
And everything we think we remember
Turns out to be untrue
What if?
The sky is purple
And the sea is pink
The sun is scarlet
And the moon is like India ink
Your eyes are your heart
And your brain is your soul
And your thoughts are jigsaws
No longer whole
And you can't join the pieces
And you don't know the place
As you look in a mirror
But you don't have a face
And you wake from this dream
Yet you're still fast asleep
As you get lost in your thoughts
Of other realities, that no longer run deep

by Jemia

comment on my poems are generally friendly
unless of course, they are not
the latest, and nastiest
worse than the rest of the lot
was on here today
i am upset, not much more to say
"Matthew Thompson  What's the population like in Blondeville? Do they have a lot of newly formed voids to fill? My second question is, do you instinctively know to hit someone with your purse, or is that a personality trait specifically for from birthers? I just wonder, because I assumed there was some form of psychological test given before you could change genders. Like your therapist tries to **** you and sees if you stab him with your high-heels or attack with your large shoulder-bag."
the poem ironically perhaps, is called "can't tell write, from wrong"
and with regards to this site, may become my swan song
but until his comment, it had been well received
now it's something, i feel only grieve
parting, in such unsweetened sorrow
Jemia

Like a gibbous moon
Her thoughts were lost
Within the shadows
Of expectancy
Never fully knowing
Her inner light
Or her dark side
Her flame
Still burns
Flickers
Caught in the breezes
Of destiny
Dripping molten wax

by Jemia

Climate change
The ****
Is really starting
To hit the fan
Floods, and fires
Global warming
And lack of necessary response
All of this
In the misty midst
Of a Global pandemic
"I know"
Say a few multi-billionaires
"Lets spend billions of dollars/pounds
And have ten minutes in space!"
Out of this world.....
by Jemia

Octopusses
Have tentacles
I have
Tentative
Similar reasons
Less limbs....
by Jemia

Barrels
And swinging seats
Softly cushioned
Benches, and lost feet
Candlelit romances
Flickering fluidity
Waxing moons
Waning hopes
Dripping molten candles
Lost wicks
Empty souls
Aromas of pizza
Floating
Like the flickering winds
Of an obscure dialect
Humanity sits
Lurking with intent
In a vacant bar

by Jemia

The planet is malfunctioning

Like some kind of weird acid trip

Where common sense is replaced by outrage

That there's no lifeboats, on this sinking ship


by Jemia

Super cramp
And sciatica
Sweet dreams
Waiting to happen
Writing
Whilst writhing
Is not a happy pastime
I want to sleep
Not weep
I'm not suffering terribly
Just terribly uncomfortable
Sufficient to keep me awake
And feel the misery
But knowing
That as i age
Things won't improve
Funny
I was just on the cusp
Of sleep
The periphery of my dreams
With pains of an different ilk
Not on my derriere
Or cramping my feet
And style
Something afoot
For awhile

by Jemia

The face of the school clock
That remembered the faces
That viewed it so keenly
And wished it would go faster!

i dreamt a curious dream last night
sometime around midnight
there was a strange magic in the air
as the stars shimmered in your golden hair

the stars shimmered in your golden hair
that caressed your shoulders lain so bare
as i gazed high into the night
the universe passed, as my heart took flight

i searched inside with inquisitive eyes
i saw within a deceitful lie
though you possessed a beauty, oh so fine
i soon realised, you would not be mine

did no-one tell you, or inform you well?
for on your back, you have a tail
and wings, and ears, and legs of course
but lo my seducer, is a flying horse!

Like a swan
With a pen
Or a Caterpillar
With wings
I write
Hoping to find
An insight
Into my mind
No questions
Or answers
Like a headless dancer
I lose my feet
Unable to hear the music
Or its beat
Forgotten how
To describe the scribe
And the scribblings
Like fading graffiti
Graphite scrawls
On aimless walls
No thrill
With the quill
Etched memories
Of a soluble bitter pill
That now lies dormant
Still
The sun greets the new day
As the Earth spins itself
Into disarray
Singing
It's own
Swansong

by Jemia

Perhaps
One day
I'll be found
Lying on my bed
With pen in hand
Having just written
And created
A tapestry
Of beautiful verse.......

by Jemia

Yesterday
I rescued a spider
From the bath
And wondered why
Spiders repeatedly
Do this thing
Like moths
Banging their heads
Against lights
But then i thought
They're no different
Than people
But then i thought
Perhaps the fairies
Will visit me tonight
Here at this twilight hour
The new stars
Hidden behind
The dusty clouds
Whilst the fairies
Lay perched
Upon mossy green bowers
Perhaps
They will visit
Upon my beckoning
Or perhaps
When my life has reached
It's final reckoning
They will come
And flower
And blossom, and bloom
Perhaps
They will not?

by Jemia

I am - "none of my rabbits
Enter the burrow"
Kind of girl
They sit on the mound
Above ground
And gaze at the stars
That twinkle
In my eyes
As we charge
Our glasses
And often
Our batteries
It's a buzz!

by Jemia

I have a red telephone box
Placed within my room
It's in the same tradition
As the red Victorian style post box
At the top of my road
The post box is functional
My telephone box is not
The immediate obvious problem
Is that it has no phone
The second problem
It has no windows
Which wouldn't matter in nice weather
But not so good in a winter storm
And besides, without the windows
There'd be no privacy
The third, and perhaps, the biggest issue
It's only about the twentieth of the size
And is in fact
A red metal novelty thingy
But would be suitable for
Pixies
That's assuming, that Pixies
Would have any use for a telephone box
As unlike myself
I imagine that most fairy folk
Now have smart phones
So ive cancelled my request
For a telephone engineer
And glazier
And will now, perhaps
Plant some phoney Peonies within it
Or use it as a bird feeder....
by Jemia

Naked Cherry Blossoms
Are far more ****
When clothed
A bit like me really!
by Jemia

Getting puddled
Whilst piddling
In a paddling pool
Purposeful Poodles
Poo
In a private pond
Whilst picky Pekinese
Prefer
A pretty privy
Perchance
A plain parallelogram
Has a poetic ****
As for Peter Piper
Got pickled,
And ******!
by Jemia

why are guinea pigs called guinea pigs?
oh why? oh why? oh why?
ive never heard them go oink,
and never seen them fly!

I found a little drawing pin
Just sticking in a wall
i wondered what had once hung from it
Or maybe nothing at all

I removed this little drawing pin
It really took its toll
For right behind, where it once was
I found a little hole

I put my bestest glasses on
And shone a torch inside
To my absolute amazement
I found a pixie trying to hide

I asked if it was okay
And offered it drink, and food
It looked me directly in the eye
And said "i'm simply not in the mood!"

The pinhole suddenly opened up
And swallowed me deep within
As i found myself, in another world
All because of that strange little pin

So next time you see a pin in the wall
Be careful what you do
In case its a portal, to another world
Where you'll get swallowed too!

by Jemia

What is the use
Of being
As sharp
As a pin
If nobody
Gets
The
Point ?

by Jemia

The only comment
Shouted at me today
As i made my wobbly way
To the Osteopaths
Were from some women from afar
Who'd travelled from Londinium
Presumably by car
Shouted out at me
As i walked uphill
Towards the Old Town Osteopathy
"COR!"
"Did you see those lovely legs?"
I walked on up the steps
Lost in my humble modesty
Happy that i possessed
Something still
Of a distracted attraction
I shall never tire of any compliment
Grateful for small mercies
I sometimes wonder
If a small mercy
Is a me
A mer
A merc....
Mmmmmm?
Thank you

by Jemia

Passing clouds of fantasy, rise from the briar bowl
Scamper along the ceiling, then disperse
Like a Hamadryad, on a dying tree
The soft cumulus without, returns to weep
Solitary droplets, splatter on the rooftops
As a rainbow arcs over the distant horizon
The sky soon clears
The cool autumn sun, shrinks with the cold
Soon, the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees stretch and yawn
In anticipation of the coming winter cold
The sun has now set
Birdsong is silenced by the hooting of an owl
As a variety of screeches, from creatures that prowl
The twilight soon becomes night
The night becomes enchanted
And possessed of a curious mystique
Mesmerised by the sight
As fairies take flight
Casting their magic, so unique.

The trees
Began waving at each other
Aided by a quickening breeze
Beneath the earthen ground
Hands were held
Connecting
Communicating
Without prejudice
Peaceful
Unbiased
Non-judgemental
Whether sapling
Or mother tree
Silver Birch, Oak, Yew Beech
Cherry Blossom, Apple, Pear, Plum
Weeping Willow, Walnut, Acacia
All revelled
In each others beauty
And individualism
No matter what creed
Or breed
One fine day
This wood wide web
Decide
To up their roots
And depart
Guided by the stars
Lift off
From planet Earth
To venture to pastures new
Simply to escape
The razor teeth
And those that used them

by Jemia

just got back from Pluto
amazing planet,
little atmosphere
but really atmospheric
really cool place to go
it's on my bucket list
take a bucket
space travel may make you queasy
sweet Astral dreams **
by Jemia

Pockets
Ive got pockets on my jacket
And pockets on my coat
Pockets on my bumbag
And pockets on my non-existent boat

Ive got pockets on my bicycle
And pockets by my eyes
Pockets on my underthings
To keep away the flies!

Ive got pockets that i did not pick
And pockets full of air
Pockets full of nonsense
And pockets everywhere

Some of my pockets don't exist
And some are quite surreal
Including a little lost pocket, in a locket
And a hidden one in my heel

Some of my pockets are disguised as bags
Or a Pandoras box, and some such thing
But my favourite little pocket
Is within a secret magical ring

Which once delved into
Leads me to another world
Where there are no pockets of any kind
Just a myriad of mysteries, yet to be unfurled

by Jemia

Sign of the beast?
NO!
Just a sign
That ive written
An awful lot of poems!
And in fairness
Some have been
Awfully beastly
But not devilish
Is this a dagger i see before me?
No, it's a teaspoon!
I got my kicks
On route 666 (667!)
As long as
I'm not travel sick
I'm like a mole
Deep underground
Looking for depth
But only finding
Worms
And wormholes

by Jemia