Submissions by Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2022 4:30pm
26th Aug 2022 4:30pm
Nightmare Of The Eastern Wind
Prologue
In the end, the bitter end, he who orders
the death and destruction of another nation
shall, himself, sleep the sleep of the vanquished.
I
Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh
And call out feebly in the midst of night
Calling, fearsome as their bleak wanton cry
And frighting, as the unthinkable fright
Until the dark of their plight passes by.
II
For, cold are the eyes that slumber in fear
And cold is the heart of the soul that sleeps
And sour is the taste of the sleeper's tear
And dire...
In the end, the bitter end, he who orders
the death and destruction of another nation
shall, himself, sleep the sleep of the vanquished.
I
Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh
And call out feebly in the midst of night
Calling, fearsome as their bleak wanton cry
And frighting, as the unthinkable fright
Until the dark of their plight passes by.
II
For, cold are the eyes that slumber in fear
And cold is the heart of the soul that sleeps
And sour is the taste of the sleeper's tear
And dire...
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2022 10:06am
22nd Jul 2022 10:06am
The Bravest Of The Brave
The bravest of the brave
Will rise to meet the foe
And fear not who they well may be
As marching on they go.
They stand before the fierce
And find the faith to put
Their trust in God, yet still they take
A bullet in the foot.
The bravest of the brave
Will rise and soldier on
And have no fear of danger
Till all their wars are gone.
They fight their bloody battle
Oblivious to harm,
They trust in God, yet still they take
A bullet in the arm.
The bravest of the brave
Will fear not where they tread ...
Will rise to meet the foe
And fear not who they well may be
As marching on they go.
They stand before the fierce
And find the faith to put
Their trust in God, yet still they take
A bullet in the foot.
The bravest of the brave
Will rise and soldier on
And have no fear of danger
Till all their wars are gone.
They fight their bloody battle
Oblivious to harm,
They trust in God, yet still they take
A bullet in the arm.
The bravest of the brave
Will fear not where they tread ...
#responsibility
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2022 8:22am
29th Jun 2022 8:22am
Dangersome Dreams
When I was very small I wondered what...
Wondered what special dreams may dance my way.
Not the dreams to visit one in one's sleep,
Rather the other dreams, dreamed in the day,
Dangerous dreams, dreams of the kind that stay.
When I became older, and yet still small,
I dreamed I was a hero, a great man.
When it rained I dreamed that I was Noah,
Remember Noah? Remember his plan?
Could I save the world? (Maybe I still can!).
For heroes don't have to be brave, you know!
Anyone can be a hero (can't they?)
A plan is all that is...
Wondered what special dreams may dance my way.
Not the dreams to visit one in one's sleep,
Rather the other dreams, dreamed in the day,
Dangerous dreams, dreams of the kind that stay.
When I became older, and yet still small,
I dreamed I was a hero, a great man.
When it rained I dreamed that I was Noah,
Remember Noah? Remember his plan?
Could I save the world? (Maybe I still can!).
For heroes don't have to be brave, you know!
Anyone can be a hero (can't they?)
A plan is all that is...
#redemption
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2022 8:08am
22nd Jun 2022 8:08am
Fields of Sleep
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the...
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the...
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2022 9:19am
13th Jun 2022 9:19am
Inside The Heart Of Housman
Beyond the moor and mountain crest
In valleys green and still
Ten thousand times I've done my best
And all about the idle hill.
When first my way to fair I took
Beneath the blue of day
For willows in the icy brook
In valleys miles away.
When in the moon the long road lies
And down the sighing wind in vain
Spent in star-defeated sighs
And what's to show for all my pain?
Oh, when I was in love with you
To-morrow I shall miss you less
The knot that makes one flesh of two
For a faith the world confessed. ...
In valleys green and still
Ten thousand times I've done my best
And all about the idle hill.
When first my way to fair I took
Beneath the blue of day
For willows in the icy brook
In valleys miles away.
When in the moon the long road lies
And down the sighing wind in vain
Spent in star-defeated sighs
And what's to show for all my pain?
Oh, when I was in love with you
To-morrow I shall miss you less
The knot that makes one flesh of two
For a faith the world confessed. ...
#rhyming
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2022 1:47pm
6th Jun 2022 1:47pm
Reflections Of Grandad
If grandad really loved me...
(He told me so, he said)
He recited scary stories
As I lay in my bed.
He lit the fire that warmed me
And kept it burning bright,
It gave me cheer throughout the day
And comfort through the night.
He shared my weekend tea with me,
We two a jolly team;
Pouring out the ginger beer
And serving cakes and cream.
His cleverness he lent to me
And showed me what to do
He taught me how to spell my name,
Keep my own council too.
But grandad never told me,
And I could...
(He told me so, he said)
He recited scary stories
As I lay in my bed.
He lit the fire that warmed me
And kept it burning bright,
It gave me cheer throughout the day
And comfort through the night.
He shared my weekend tea with me,
We two a jolly team;
Pouring out the ginger beer
And serving cakes and cream.
His cleverness he lent to me
And showed me what to do
He taught me how to spell my name,
Keep my own council too.
But grandad never told me,
And I could...
#nostalgia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2022 1:49am
29th May 2022 1:49am
Collected Poems Of The Great War
COLLECTED POEMS OF THE GREAT WAR
A CENTURY ON
By
Alan S Jeeves
******
THE EDWARDIANS OF ENGLAND
Victoria has gone and darkness too
The gleam glints through the black bounded railings;
As an empire exalts - a new day's dawn -
And the Pretoria Boers shed their arms
For, a prince is crowned in the bright sunlight
And jolly is coming for one and all.
The men boast moustaches tickling their nose
And long skirted women fleer behind fans,
Dressing their children in clean sailor suits
And reading them...
A CENTURY ON
By
Alan S Jeeves
******
THE EDWARDIANS OF ENGLAND
Victoria has gone and darkness too
The gleam glints through the black bounded railings;
As an empire exalts - a new day's dawn -
And the Pretoria Boers shed their arms
For, a prince is crowned in the bright sunlight
And jolly is coming for one and all.
The men boast moustaches tickling their nose
And long skirted women fleer behind fans,
Dressing their children in clean sailor suits
And reading them...
#HumanRights
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2022 1:39pm
20th May 2022 1:39pm
The Mill Town House
Grandfather's house, knocked to the ground - to dust:
The windows wept when the bulldozer came
Timeworn and dirty and wheezing black smoke,
Just like the drab mills where grandfather moiled.
Children play in the intriguing debris
Where, once, children played on the garden path,
Where grandfather told stories of past things
And the children listened wide eyed, in awe.
The door remains standing, creaking, ajar,
As it yawns in the twilight of the gloom
And the children knock though no one answers ...
The windows wept when the bulldozer came
Timeworn and dirty and wheezing black smoke,
Just like the drab mills where grandfather moiled.
Children play in the intriguing debris
Where, once, children played on the garden path,
Where grandfather told stories of past things
And the children listened wide eyed, in awe.
The door remains standing, creaking, ajar,
As it yawns in the twilight of the gloom
And the children knock though no one answers ...
#dreams
#memories
#nostalgia
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2022 10:02pm
8th May 2022 10:02pm
Amor Litteras In Antiquis (The Old Love Letter)
Velvet paper tinctured pink,
A red rose at its crest;
The whittled feather, bathed in ink,
Set to bare its best.
A lambent candle close at hand
With dancing, flitting flare;
Where evening translates its command
And nothing stirs the air.
Words are authored, truly writ,
Where, from the soul they flow;
As on the page they snugly sit,
Affection to bestow.
Filling out each careful line,
Each one a work of art,
Hand and mind, with pen, entwine
Concerted to the heart.
And when the tender...
A red rose at its crest;
The whittled feather, bathed in ink,
Set to bare its best.
A lambent candle close at hand
With dancing, flitting flare;
Where evening translates its command
And nothing stirs the air.
Words are authored, truly writ,
Where, from the soul they flow;
As on the page they snugly sit,
Affection to bestow.
Filling out each careful line,
Each one a work of art,
Hand and mind, with pen, entwine
Concerted to the heart.
And when the tender...
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2022 8:06am
2nd May 2022 8:06am
When Nighttime Sings A Villanelle
I sing the gentle villanelle,
A villenesque so slightly said,
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.
And now the rune I know so well
Remains, remembered, in my head;
I sing the gentle villanelle.
As evening leaves and shadows dwell
The golden brightness all but fled,
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.
The flowing verse, her tale to tell,
Inhibitions adrift and shed,
I sing the gentle villanelle.
And owls resound about the fell,
The day replaced with night's instead,
Howbeit the nighttide casts...
A villenesque so slightly said,
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.
And now the rune I know so well
Remains, remembered, in my head;
I sing the gentle villanelle.
As evening leaves and shadows dwell
The golden brightness all but fled,
Howbeit the nighttide casts her spell.
The flowing verse, her tale to tell,
Inhibitions adrift and shed,
I sing the gentle villanelle.
And owls resound about the fell,
The day replaced with night's instead,
Howbeit the nighttide casts...
#villanelle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2022 11:23am
17th Apr 2022 11:23am
The Trembling Willow
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took. ...
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took. ...
#trees
#nature
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STORY POEM
Published
10th Apr 2022 7:39am
10th Apr 2022 7:39am
The Jolly Little Cafe Where A Chestnut Tree Once Grew (Monologue)
There's a jolly little cafe where a chestnut tree once grew,
They serve hot bubbling tea and buttered toast,
Where the waiter wears a waistcoat which is buttoned up askew
And the waitress glides along much like a ghost.
The chestnut in the glade has now fallen to the blade
Many years have passed since lovers neath it met
And there below its shade, fickle promises were made,
But promises are easy to forget.
For there, or so they say, on one January day
A maiden took her life beneath the tree
And lifeless, then,...
They serve hot bubbling tea and buttered toast,
Where the waiter wears a waistcoat which is buttoned up askew
And the waitress glides along much like a ghost.
The chestnut in the glade has now fallen to the blade
Many years have passed since lovers neath it met
And there below its shade, fickle promises were made,
But promises are easy to forget.
For there, or so they say, on one January day
A maiden took her life beneath the tree
And lifeless, then,...
#dialogue
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