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Jemelia Moseley
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the poet
Jemelia Moseley is a primary school teacher, poet and spoken word artist from London. Her poem United was published in The Fly On The Wall Magazine in September 2020, while her poems Black, Dying to bloom and Visions of possibilities were published in The Melbourne Culture Centre. Jemelia recently appeared on Numar 17 Radio in the US alongside fellow Alien Buddha Press poets and artists. Her chapbook Love, Joy, Tears, Beers and Poetry is out now.
the poems
Travelling in Mind
My body wants to get on a plane and travel far away
I want to get away from this life of pain but my mind is thinking
all these thoughts in vain
because I’m stuck
I can’t even really get on a train if it’s not for work or an emergency
but I really do need to rest my mind with urgency
as my thoughts are hurting me, potentially taking control of me
My body is yearning to be free
free from masks and free from COVID
free from restrictions
free from daily predictions
I’m yearning for vitamin D
yearning to be by the sea
my mind and body is just yearning to travel and yearning to be free
Imagery of palm trees, the cool breeze
COVID on freeze
in the pool up to my knees
handcuffs released
my mind feels free
The sun is blazing
I feel amazing
As I let the sand fall through my fingers the thought of COVID still lingers
like the memories of all our lost ones' unfinished stories
but we live on in their hope and glory and respect each day
as a present
as our love for them will never pass
The sun sets, stripes of orangey-red
my hearts desires have been fed, my mind is at peace
and body is filled with ease
I lay back on the sunbed and I embrace the tranquility
Misery Loves Company
I am watching TV as the TV watches me
I see movement but I hear no sound
In my own head space, my own maze,
feeling really lost and I really want to be found
The comfort of misery keeps misery surrounding me,
they say misery likes company
yet I am so very lonely
I pray for strength and that my ancestors guide me
my history seems to define me
the unspoken, the untold
the truth and the hidden
the secrets and the unforbidden
all the things I did
and didn’t
get to love and hold
holding on to the things you love, that you outgrow
holding onto things that get old
And it’s true what they say … peace of mind and love
can never be bought or sold
Hope
Cold
chilled nights
Left outside frost bites
Big bears and tiny little mites
They hide, hibernate, I procrastinate
Work rates, relationships, money
How I give, how much I take
How much I need, how much I make,
The world, the villages, the cities
The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees
The growth, my growth
Promises, broken and kept the oath
I took to love, to cherish
To death do us part
I wish we could go back to the start
It was bright, the sun, there was light
There was you, there was me
There was hope, there is hope, room to scope
A room full of laughter and hope
Where there is hope there is love
And where there is love there is hope, there is truth
There is you, there is me, the sun, the light
Piercing through our troubling nights, our mazed minds
The wind it sings we listen
Our tears they glisten, our hearts are a miss
Our love it is missing
We yearn for yesterday
Sealed with a kiss, smothered with loss
The predator's caught its prey
Publishing credits
Travelling in Mind: exclusive first publication by iamb
Misery Loves Company: Harpy Hybrid Review
Hope: Love, Joy, Tears, Beers and Poetry (Alien Buddha Press)
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