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Jemima 🐸
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I write poems some the times. I have dogs all the times.
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From fine to defined

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How i'm treated by others defines my mood my mood defines what I like what I like defines what I want what I want defines who I am who I am defines How i'm treated by others - Jemima Kedzlie
December 18, 2025 at 10:41 AM
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The tremors in my gut rise to sync my head to the rhythm in my veins- conducted by the dead. Taking me reclined to a space i'll always be- A spreading state of mind where every self is seen. - Jemima Kedzlie
December 14, 2025 at 8:07 AM
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Gender Identity, or Biology Gone Too Far.

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I can accept the theory that men are strong in ways unmatched by weary women- I accept our chromosomal recipe is pursuant of our destiny- Like vestures of a dreary prison. We understand what makes us men- And women, too, for instance. But we agree there's more to be- If not a parent, are you an infant? The essence of our sum of works potences it abstractly- Split up to play on Planet Earth- We are smitten by its alchemy. Assigned a myriad's constraint at birth- We taste a sip and then disperse- Taking all that body learned- And for a time return- to our one replete identity. - Jemima Kedzlie
November 13, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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I was holding to a sinking ship, and reaching for the raft. "The raft will save my soul!", I said, to sailor's distant parse. But as I lean through twisting stream, I see the raft go too. It furthers from my grasp- and it will surely be my doom. No sailors now pass by this place, soonly honouring my tomb. I flail to re-shackle- and so fanned the fatal flume. When on final breaths, the veil thins- a sole strand stays left within... Heeding last, that boffin raft- manned just by subtle whim- I take my span from cautious hand- and with it - learn to swim. - Jemima Kedzlie
June 23, 2025 at 11:52 PM
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Another thought, or maybe it's a feeling.

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Who among us can knowingly show those odd little ways we tend to misgrow. The willow's weep is one such crow. Stretched and gnarled by man to sow. It twists you too, to see that fellow. Telling bounds of your bespoke home. Made as you like, with nothing to owe! You may change at will what you want to go. Adjusting the waters for your dipping toe. For it's true some times, we favour the faux. Refine and filter and wrap it in a bow. The next step is trickier, though. Now, you see- the odd is all we know. - Jemima Kedzlie
June 13, 2025 at 7:43 AM
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The spell is broken for me. Whence so many saw love destined to be- That same place I call mundanity. The essential pulse of humanity. Not carnally spirited, but shared- equitably. Still- substantial in its impact felt, I see.. True as any my heart's decree.. Delusional it must be to conceive import from relating circumstantially. Posed by time? Eternally? So, cupid made a bow from your tree? And an arrow bound to immure the free. He took your soul and entangled me? And never since am I permitted to flee.. Surely pernicious to mine own aspirity? There you have my apology. Absurd? Not when viewed as three. - Jemima Kedzlie
March 6, 2025 at 5:18 AM
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Coming to terms with T&Cs

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How successful I could be. If- for a moment- I weren't Me. So naturally saturnine. So mired in profundity! Wearing tomorrow on my sleeve, and today surreptitiously. From my garden I can spy Pluto. And the senescence of the trees. Politics are known to me through the pantomime of the bees. What more is there to see? What could your leader allow? So, I will never have a profession! I could not profess to know much anyhow. - Jemima Kedzlie
March 4, 2025 at 6:59 AM
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Revisited an old thought, with younger eyes.

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Contained; darkness forges growth. Alone is where it can be displayed. An illusion dissolved by light. Tick, tock. She waits for no one! Knocking- Demanding- Expecting change. The door is true - but the corner is free. I am an addict of the dark's non-growth.. Of exploratory repetition. The familiar view of nothing I know. Comfort is a permanent installation in the gallery of counterfeit growth! Open all but today. - Jemima Kedzlie
February 22, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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Among the quotidian That which the plants consume there preserves The curious. Employing the air to cast a familiar slant. Boundless, and everly feeding The foolish romantic Abundant, redundant misgivings. If only to say Today We continue living. - Jemima Kedzlie
February 19, 2025 at 11:16 AM
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Vestige of Living Might! Revive The Weeping Knight. Surrender, that she find her steed. Unhitched- Seclused- Journeyed twice the need. Hanging still- but not still!  Uncompromising! and Dogged-Willed! The Crescent Strength turns the tide. Legion of remedy plied. Prospect- heartily denied! This was the day, The Moon- nearly died.
February 4, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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My newest feeling

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I want to be a hero. I want to be a queen. To be a nobody, too- To never be seen. If I were an owl- Or maybe a tree. I'd be happy then- I'd be free. I know where it ends. For all it's the same. We lay down lame- Tame, and Deign to testify. "I had a great life- It flew right by!" - Jemima Kedzlie
October 7, 2024 at 4:31 AM
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#Australia #poetry #writerscommunity #poemoftheday
Australian mornings are like no other. The prehistoric call to rise. The sweeping breeze, and pink skies. Lurching limbs adorn the frame. Scattered branches intersect the clouds. The cricket's wave swells around me. The pace of life, the bird's shroud. Golden glow against the trees, lightening bolts from the earth. Striking, and vivid. Each morning is a birth. - Jemima Kedzlie
September 11, 2024 at 2:48 PM