Submissions by Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2022 8:23pm
4th Apr 2022 8:23pm
Amongst The Quiet Of A Moorland Peace
Amongst the quiet of our moorland peace,
In the misty still softness, therein found;
There is, over eeriness, heard a sound,
A feint cantata of sonant release.
No lamb of god draped in her woollen fleece,
No canine whimper of a monster hound;
Nor subterranean creature underground
But a haunting luring, that fails to cease.
A moorland siren so sweetly voicing,
Singing, heavenly ~ outright, loud and clear
Filling daytime waves with a tender song.
Of sweet resonance, wide and rejoicing,
Floating gracefully in the wind...
In the misty still softness, therein found;
There is, over eeriness, heard a sound,
A feint cantata of sonant release.
No lamb of god draped in her woollen fleece,
No canine whimper of a monster hound;
Nor subterranean creature underground
But a haunting luring, that fails to cease.
A moorland siren so sweetly voicing,
Singing, heavenly ~ outright, loud and clear
Filling daytime waves with a tender song.
Of sweet resonance, wide and rejoicing,
Floating gracefully in the wind...
#morning
#dawn
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Mar 2022 00:11am
29th Mar 2022 00:11am
How Kind, The Morning
The morning is kind to me when I awaken
She dallies in waiting till I first peep my eyes
As one is half open and t'other half closed
Yet, both can detect her fresh, golden grin.
"Stay away darkness!" she seemingly says
"At least for now, let me take my turn"
So, darkness agrees and sleeps for a while
And the morning is grateful and laughs with the sun.
As the deer in the meadow bound for the woods
(The cover of darkness now is forfeit)
For, the trespassing deer are really quite shy
And morning has stalked them, back to their...
She dallies in waiting till I first peep my eyes
As one is half open and t'other half closed
Yet, both can detect her fresh, golden grin.
"Stay away darkness!" she seemingly says
"At least for now, let me take my turn"
So, darkness agrees and sleeps for a while
And the morning is grateful and laughs with the sun.
As the deer in the meadow bound for the woods
(The cover of darkness now is forfeit)
For, the trespassing deer are really quite shy
And morning has stalked them, back to their...
#morning
#dawn
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2022 8:34pm
28th Mar 2022 8:34pm
Paper Pirates
A fold-paper ship of such handsome build
Floating along in a calm rippling stream;
Delight's a young boy, enchanted and thrilled,
Hypnotized by the water, clear, agleam.
Pirates and shipmates imagined on board,
Seven Seas sailors all hearty and brave.
Treasure and riches, a wonderful hoard,
Set sail for an isle ~ and some secret cave.
Singing the songs to the tune of the pipe
Deep throated voices from black bearded lips.
Rousing sea shanties of many-a-type,
Tales of deeds done on watery trips.
But now a wild current...
Floating along in a calm rippling stream;
Delight's a young boy, enchanted and thrilled,
Hypnotized by the water, clear, agleam.
Pirates and shipmates imagined on board,
Seven Seas sailors all hearty and brave.
Treasure and riches, a wonderful hoard,
Set sail for an isle ~ and some secret cave.
Singing the songs to the tune of the pipe
Deep throated voices from black bearded lips.
Rousing sea shanties of many-a-type,
Tales of deeds done on watery trips.
But now a wild current...
#rhyming
#nostalgia
283 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2022 8:09am
18th Mar 2022 8:09am
The Admonishing Wind
The trumpet of a prophecy! O wind
To gravely foretell of things soon to be
Upon your journey as you onward dash.
You whisper fortunes for each and any
Or speak of downfalls to befall us all.
Blow from the bright, silver, frozen north ice
Slowly depleting and turned to ocean.
Carry the tidings past inlet and shore
Where feather and wing, polluted by grime,
Are strangely. awkwardly, misplaced and lost.
Rustle the white-purpled hillside heather
Crying out for the rains, pleading in vain,
Sunburned and sun-bronzed where once...
To gravely foretell of things soon to be
Upon your journey as you onward dash.
You whisper fortunes for each and any
Or speak of downfalls to befall us all.
Blow from the bright, silver, frozen north ice
Slowly depleting and turned to ocean.
Carry the tidings past inlet and shore
Where feather and wing, polluted by grime,
Are strangely. awkwardly, misplaced and lost.
Rustle the white-purpled hillside heather
Crying out for the rains, pleading in vain,
Sunburned and sun-bronzed where once...
#wind
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2022 00:33am
10th Mar 2022 00:33am
The Hour Of Sweet Oblivion
As the evening draws nigh and one wonders why
That the joy of the game is the winning;
Do we really know! is it really so!
That the end of the day is the beginning ?
For, the dark is the time, even though it's a crime,
A transgression devoid of one's choosing,
And, between me and you we see that it's true
The real joy of the game is the losing.
Yet, when we grow older our essays grow colder
As the cease of the day slowly nears
And, as sure as the sun, the win can't be won
So, the joy of the game disappears.
Now the...
That the joy of the game is the winning;
Do we really know! is it really so!
That the end of the day is the beginning ?
For, the dark is the time, even though it's a crime,
A transgression devoid of one's choosing,
And, between me and you we see that it's true
The real joy of the game is the losing.
Yet, when we grow older our essays grow colder
As the cease of the day slowly nears
And, as sure as the sun, the win can't be won
So, the joy of the game disappears.
Now the...
#sleep
#aging
#nostalgia
180 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2022 11:11pm
7th Mar 2022 11:11pm
A Winter Morn
Let no one any sadness feel
It's just another day.
The sun arose this winter morn
And drubbed the night away.
The wind swirled round about the land
To rustle through the trees,
To bear the frosted ground a chill
And cause the earth to freeze.
Away, away, on yonder crag
Is where I used to tread;
And gazing round about the land
The music filled my head.
Where kestrels flew and hovered still,
Where curlews shrilled and smiled;
A booming bittern in the marsh
Would leave me quite beguiled.
The darkest night...
It's just another day.
The sun arose this winter morn
And drubbed the night away.
The wind swirled round about the land
To rustle through the trees,
To bear the frosted ground a chill
And cause the earth to freeze.
Away, away, on yonder crag
Is where I used to tread;
And gazing round about the land
The music filled my head.
Where kestrels flew and hovered still,
Where curlews shrilled and smiled;
A booming bittern in the marsh
Would leave me quite beguiled.
The darkest night...
#gratitude
#redemption
227 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2022 7:23am
23rd Feb 2022 7:23am
Taormina Sunset
When sun on Taormina sinks
Its lull will paint the evening still
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
Far yonder star, in silence, winks
So well aware the air will chill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The boundless vista slowly shrinks
With twilight tints at nighttide's will
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
And, all at sea, the ocean drinks
The gentle rain from off the hill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The solar sage above re-thinks
And yields a sundown-coloured spill
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks. ...
Its lull will paint the evening still
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
Far yonder star, in silence, winks
So well aware the air will chill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The boundless vista slowly shrinks
With twilight tints at nighttide's will
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
And, all at sea, the ocean drinks
The gentle rain from off the hill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The solar sage above re-thinks
And yields a sundown-coloured spill
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks. ...
#sea
#beach
#sky #nature
#sky #nature
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Feb 2022 8:08am
18th Feb 2022 8:08am
The Ballad Of Sir Henry Shay
Sir 'enry Shay, the noble knight,
Bestride his charger Bess,
Befell upon a sadly sight ~
A damsel in distress.
Despairing in the forest she
Morosely wept and sobbed;
Tied tethered to a chestnut tree
As she was being robbed.
Sir 'enry drew his tempered blade
And fought off robbers four.
Swish-swashing, buckling, till he laid
Them hapless on the floor.
"My hero" then my lady cried
"I'll marry you this day!
And be your wife, your faithful bride
To honour and obey".
But when she smiled, her...
Bestride his charger Bess,
Befell upon a sadly sight ~
A damsel in distress.
Despairing in the forest she
Morosely wept and sobbed;
Tied tethered to a chestnut tree
As she was being robbed.
Sir 'enry drew his tempered blade
And fought off robbers four.
Swish-swashing, buckling, till he laid
Them hapless on the floor.
"My hero" then my lady cried
"I'll marry you this day!
And be your wife, your faithful bride
To honour and obey".
But when she smiled, her...
#funny
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2022 1:18pm
10th Feb 2022 1:18pm
The Flowing Nectar Of The Rose
The bee may kiss the petaled face
Of any bloom bathed in the sun
As every rose smiles in her place.
Nectar gathered, left not a trace,
So, every honey drop is won;
The bee may kiss the petaled face.
She contributes an air of grace
Betwixt the thorns that she may shun
As every rose smiles in her place.
And still the bee may essence chase
Until a honeycomb is spun:
The bee may kiss the petaled face.
So, where the leafy stems embrace,
At daytime's end ~ when light is done,
As every rose smiles in her...
Of any bloom bathed in the sun
As every rose smiles in her place.
Nectar gathered, left not a trace,
So, every honey drop is won;
The bee may kiss the petaled face.
She contributes an air of grace
Betwixt the thorns that she may shun
As every rose smiles in her place.
And still the bee may essence chase
Until a honeycomb is spun:
The bee may kiss the petaled face.
So, where the leafy stems embrace,
At daytime's end ~ when light is done,
As every rose smiles in her...
#flowers
#rose
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2022 8:04am
2nd Feb 2022 8:04am
A Kingfisher Day
When the morning first is born
With darkness on the run.
Warmth and light then greet the morn'
And make the way for sun.
When night-time creatures take their bed
And daytime things appear;
That's the time, I've often said,
When heaven is most near.
To stand and view the coloured show
With flowers of each kind;
The vivid hues of petals glow,
They intoxicate your mind.
To walk amongst the dewy grass
Which sparkles in the light.
Their blades salute you as you pass
And chase away the night.
To...
With darkness on the run.
Warmth and light then greet the morn'
And make the way for sun.
When night-time creatures take their bed
And daytime things appear;
That's the time, I've often said,
When heaven is most near.
To stand and view the coloured show
With flowers of each kind;
The vivid hues of petals glow,
They intoxicate your mind.
To walk amongst the dewy grass
Which sparkles in the light.
Their blades salute you as you pass
And chase away the night.
To...
#countryside
#sky
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2022 12:24pm
23rd Jan 2022 12:24pm
The Wild Wind of Antiquity
The wind is come to sojourn once more
Delivering tidings from far away, yonder.
It expires its breath and wheezes veracity.
Eyes may not see but ears are alarmed
As the wind calls out its blustery voice
And those who listen will know it well.
The legend told is one of timeworn myth
But nought can change, save for illusions,
And he who walked before us also follows.
The wind is come to visit this day
To test our faith and inquest our soul
For the wind that comes to call, this day, knows all.
Delivering tidings from far away, yonder.
It expires its breath and wheezes veracity.
Eyes may not see but ears are alarmed
As the wind calls out its blustery voice
And those who listen will know it well.
The legend told is one of timeworn myth
But nought can change, save for illusions,
And he who walked before us also follows.
The wind is come to visit this day
To test our faith and inquest our soul
For the wind that comes to call, this day, knows all.
#wind
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2022 2:22pm
18th Jan 2022 2:22pm
The Fierce Dashing Sea
Here is where you find me
As the coastal gales blow;
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
And where I long to be,
This salted fuming show,
Here is where you find me.
Upon a cliff top free,
Above the ebbing flow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
Or on the seaway quay
Where age-old sailors go;
Here is where you find me.
Breathless in a wild spree,
My senses all aglow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
A roaring gift is she
I'll spend my life, I know;
Here is where you find me
Gazing o'er the...
As the coastal gales blow;
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
And where I long to be,
This salted fuming show,
Here is where you find me.
Upon a cliff top free,
Above the ebbing flow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
Or on the seaway quay
Where age-old sailors go;
Here is where you find me.
Breathless in a wild spree,
My senses all aglow,
Gazing o'er the fierce sea.
A roaring gift is she
I'll spend my life, I know;
Here is where you find me
Gazing o'er the...
#water
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