Submissions by missjem56 (Jemia de Blondeville)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 1:07am
Today 1:07am
The Hiccuping butterfly
The Hiccuping butterfly
we;re soon to get a big blue moon
so about to escape my comfort cocoon
I'll flap my wings, as high as the sky
but scared of heights, so don't know why
then fly all the way, to the big blue moon
as i need to escape from my little cocoon
so if you see my wings, flapping around
i must of made it back, to solid ground
or ive over done it on the nectar again
and simply lying, pissed in the rain!
by Jemia x
we;re soon to get a big blue moon
so about to escape my comfort cocoon
I'll flap my wings, as high as the sky
but scared of heights, so don't know why
then fly all the way, to the big blue moon
as i need to escape from my little cocoon
so if you see my wings, flapping around
i must of made it back, to solid ground
or ive over done it on the nectar again
and simply lying, pissed in the rain!
by Jemia x
#moon
#butterfly
#alcohol #funny
#alcohol #funny
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SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 2:22am
Yesterday 2:22am
The hollow Scream
I have become, my own ghost
Like a spectre, i haunt myself
Constantly
There is no exorcism
Of my memories
They are fixed
And will live on
After ive departed my physical form
Moved on
As my carcass
Rots in it's wormy grave
Consumed
My thoughts, meanwhile
Will still be floating
In the breezes
Screaming
At my lost existence
My failed existence
Pointless
This will be my final torture
That i will never escape
The torture
Of a tortured soul
Nore the cruelties, of humanity
I shall...
Like a spectre, i haunt myself
Constantly
There is no exorcism
Of my memories
They are fixed
And will live on
After ive departed my physical form
Moved on
As my carcass
Rots in it's wormy grave
Consumed
My thoughts, meanwhile
Will still be floating
In the breezes
Screaming
At my lost existence
My failed existence
Pointless
This will be my final torture
That i will never escape
The torture
Of a tortured soul
Nore the cruelties, of humanity
I shall...
#sadness
#loneliness
#despair
11 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2020 00:52am
26th Oct 2020 00:52am
Something Afoot!
I am a bit puzzled,
Kerfuffled,
And confused
As i don't understand
Why
My feet
Are called feet
When they are only
Nine inches long
And ive always been
A size eight
Puzzling in itself
As feet normally
Grow larger with age
Yet now
I'm a size seven
And that pussyfooting
Has nothing to do
With either
Cats
Nor feet?
by Jemia
Kerfuffled,
And confused
As i don't understand
Why
My feet
Are called feet
When they are only
Nine inches long
And ive always been
A size eight
Puzzling in itself
As feet normally
Grow larger with age
Yet now
I'm a size seven
And that pussyfooting
Has nothing to do
With either
Cats
Nor feet?
by Jemia
#funny
#confusion
33 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Oct 2020 9:43pm
22nd Oct 2020 9:43pm
Confessions of My Celebrity Encounters
Confessions of My Celebrity Encounters
(Sex, Drugs, and Rock, & Roll!)
From Royalty, to Rock Stars, To A World Champion, To One of The Goons, To A Potential Future Prime Minister!
Ive already mentioned my encounter with Spike Milligan in Rye, East Sussex, well about 20 years later, whilst living in North Wales, his grand daughter, 'inadvertently', broke my daughters' arm, with an umbrella! and that my ex wife, was a very distant cousin (x 3-4 times removed..) of ELVIS (Costello), and i used to score my weed of Elton Johns. half brother (don't know what happened to the...
(Sex, Drugs, and Rock, & Roll!)
From Royalty, to Rock Stars, To A World Champion, To One of The Goons, To A Potential Future Prime Minister!
Ive already mentioned my encounter with Spike Milligan in Rye, East Sussex, well about 20 years later, whilst living in North Wales, his grand daughter, 'inadvertently', broke my daughters' arm, with an umbrella! and that my ex wife, was a very distant cousin (x 3-4 times removed..) of ELVIS (Costello), and i used to score my weed of Elton Johns. half brother (don't know what happened to the...
#identity
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#PopCulture
16 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2020 6:08pm
22nd Oct 2020 6:08pm
The Nobbly Kneed Butterfly
I wonder if butterflies
have nobbly knees
As they sail along
in a wobbly breeze
With nobbly knees
they could do as they please
As they sail along
in a wobbly breeze.....
have nobbly knees
As they sail along
in a wobbly breeze
With nobbly knees
they could do as they please
As they sail along
in a wobbly breeze.....
#butterfly
#funny
15 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2020 1:45am
20th Oct 2020 1:45am
Into The Abyss- Dreams Of Destiny
It's now gone four in the morning
The dreams will offer no warning
Ghosts from the distant past
The clouds in my head, shall remain overcast
My visions only proffer things bleak
Seemingly seconds, have become a week
Time now accelerating, to the speed of light
As night becomes day, and day becomes twilight
How quickly time vanishes, whilst i lay on my bed
At the blink of an eye, i'll one day soon, wake up dead
As with horror, i'll find ive aged twenty years
And they'll be no-one at my funeral, to shed any tears
As all my writings,...
The dreams will offer no warning
Ghosts from the distant past
The clouds in my head, shall remain overcast
My visions only proffer things bleak
Seemingly seconds, have become a week
Time now accelerating, to the speed of light
As night becomes day, and day becomes twilight
How quickly time vanishes, whilst i lay on my bed
At the blink of an eye, i'll one day soon, wake up dead
As with horror, i'll find ive aged twenty years
And they'll be no-one at my funeral, to shed any tears
As all my writings,...
#loneliness
#dreams
#LifeStruggles #fate
#LifeStruggles #fate
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2020 8:55pm
17th Oct 2020 8:55pm
My Life As A Caterpillar
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 ...
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 ...
#butterfly
#rebirth
#freedom #transgender
#freedom #transgender
21 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2020 4:38pm
17th Oct 2020 4:38pm
Mirror Talk
Another bloody 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...
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...
#technology
#mirror
#SelfReflection
18 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2020 8:37pm
12th Oct 2020 8:37pm
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...
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...
#hope
#rhyming
#surreal #pandemic
#surreal #pandemic
23 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2020 6:31pm
10th Oct 2020 6:31pm
The Tranquility of Love
As i awaken to the sweet sound of your voice
Early morning dew, hangs lazily from freshly woven webs
You lift my beating heart, as easily as beautiful birdsong
Gently serenading my soul,as my eyes greet the dawn light
I behold azure clouds, lightened by the morning sun
A soft zephyr, breezes through an open window
Caressing my warming, rested flesh
As your eyes radiate, a pure and magical true love
Which enchants, my beating heart
My love for you, knows no end
Is as infinite, and eternal as time
And the rising, and setting, of...
Early morning dew, hangs lazily from freshly woven webs
You lift my beating heart, as easily as beautiful birdsong
Gently serenading my soul,as my eyes greet the dawn light
I behold azure clouds, lightened by the morning sun
A soft zephyr, breezes through an open window
Caressing my warming, rested flesh
As your eyes radiate, a pure and magical true love
Which enchants, my beating heart
My love for you, knows no end
Is as infinite, and eternal as time
And the rising, and setting, of...
#love
#hope
#dreams
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2020 8:16pm
8th Oct 2020 8:16pm
Catching Time
ive tried catching time
8:30 in the morning
ive come close
several times 8:29...8:31
a few occasions
ive missed 8:30 literally by a few seconds
but still, somehow
he eludes me
and slips through my fingers
oft believing, i will never catch him
i think some times
are just impossible to catch
9:37pm i find equally as elusive
and difficult
and sometimes is a master of disguise
as sometimes uses the pseudonym
of 21:37
and on other occasions
tricks me
by being in different places
at different times ...
8:30 in the morning
ive come close
several times 8:29...8:31
a few occasions
ive missed 8:30 literally by a few seconds
but still, somehow
he eludes me
and slips through my fingers
oft believing, i will never catch him
i think some times
are just impossible to catch
9:37pm i find equally as elusive
and difficult
and sometimes is a master of disguise
as sometimes uses the pseudonym
of 21:37
and on other occasions
tricks me
by being in different places
at different times ...
#funny
#MovingOn
19 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2020 11:26am
6th Oct 2020 11:26am
Water H20
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
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
#strength
#water
#LifeCycle
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