Submissions by Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2022 8:45am
12th Jan 2022 8:45am
The Partridege And The Cartridge
Partridge red, how fine you fly;
Winging, gliding up on high.
We, down below as you sweep by,
Esteem the rapture to our eye.
Partridge red, how deft you try
To fill the heavens with your cry;
As you ride so fleet and spry
When for your covey fore you vie.
Partridge red, alert yet shy
I call and wait for your reply.
Alas, I close my eye and sigh
As someone shoots you from the sky.
Winging, gliding up on high.
We, down below as you sweep by,
Esteem the rapture to our eye.
Partridge red, how deft you try
To fill the heavens with your cry;
As you ride so fleet and spry
When for your covey fore you vie.
Partridge red, alert yet shy
I call and wait for your reply.
Alas, I close my eye and sigh
As someone shoots you from the sky.
#quatrain
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2022 10:38pm
5th Jan 2022 10:38pm
Ukraine Rain (The Holodomor 1932-33)
The Ukraine rain fell long and hard
From clouds above on high,
But what were shed
Were tears of red
To spill on fields awry.
As storms of rage passed o'er the land
A horseman through it rode.
A black horse day
Of wild dismay
As floods of red rain flowed.
Neath the yellow and the blue
The Ukraine rain poured on,
It steeped the ground
For miles around
And harvest yield was gone.
As people cried and people died,
The pain of rain aflame;
With nought to eat
The yellow wheat...
From clouds above on high,
But what were shed
Were tears of red
To spill on fields awry.
As storms of rage passed o'er the land
A horseman through it rode.
A black horse day
Of wild dismay
As floods of red rain flowed.
Neath the yellow and the blue
The Ukraine rain poured on,
It steeped the ground
For miles around
And harvest yield was gone.
As people cried and people died,
The pain of rain aflame;
With nought to eat
The yellow wheat...
#narrative
#memorial
#historical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Dec 2021 2:57pm
28th Dec 2021 2:57pm
Billow Tide, Ebb Tide
Herculean waves pound the frail sea shore
Smashing, crashing against a rock-bound bight.
Seagull songs drown in a fierce deafing roar;
Thunderous vast swells of a wondrous height
Towering and exploding overhead,
Mercilessly and ruthlessly, cruel
Then,collapsing randomly, gone, dispread,
Retreating homeward to Neptune's great pool.
But then the reposing, saline ebb tide
(Its tempestuous fury set aside)
Abdicates silently, bereft of word,
Leaving the bounty, the wild ocean yields
Discarded are jumbly flotsam filled fields ...
Smashing, crashing against a rock-bound bight.
Seagull songs drown in a fierce deafing roar;
Thunderous vast swells of a wondrous height
Towering and exploding overhead,
Mercilessly and ruthlessly, cruel
Then,collapsing randomly, gone, dispread,
Retreating homeward to Neptune's great pool.
But then the reposing, saline ebb tide
(Its tempestuous fury set aside)
Abdicates silently, bereft of word,
Leaving the bounty, the wild ocean yields
Discarded are jumbly flotsam filled fields ...
#water
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2021 9:18pm
21st Dec 2021 9:18pm
Ex Glande Quercus
The final springing of the year
May well decay, anon, I fear;
The sun could flaunt its dusk, for then,
I've marked my three score years and ten.
The morning's fire has lit my days
And led astray in many ways.
But twilight dun will trespass when
I glean my three score years and ten.
Yet sadness nil will ill my cheer
About the springtide of the year;
And should I pray, as e'er I sleep,
My three score years and ten to keep.
May well decay, anon, I fear;
The sun could flaunt its dusk, for then,
I've marked my three score years and ten.
The morning's fire has lit my days
And led astray in many ways.
But twilight dun will trespass when
I glean my three score years and ten.
Yet sadness nil will ill my cheer
About the springtide of the year;
And should I pray, as e'er I sleep,
My three score years and ten to keep.
#redemption
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2021 11:01pm
16th Dec 2021 11:01pm
Flower Of The Arid Desert
The desert wind fares wild and true
O'er a petaled face
Then scurries round with much ado
And roils from place to place.
Here where sunshine bakes the sand
And dries the dusty air
Here where legends roam the land ,
Where mortals would not dare.
A flower rises from the ground
And peers out from her bed.
Bashful, silent, not a sound,
She lifts her new born head.
So, gazing round the dips and dunes
She savours, for a while,
The breeze's repertoire of tunes
That call to cause her smile.
Then with the joy...
O'er a petaled face
Then scurries round with much ado
And roils from place to place.
Here where sunshine bakes the sand
And dries the dusty air
Here where legends roam the land ,
Where mortals would not dare.
A flower rises from the ground
And peers out from her bed.
Bashful, silent, not a sound,
She lifts her new born head.
So, gazing round the dips and dunes
She savours, for a while,
The breeze's repertoire of tunes
That call to cause her smile.
Then with the joy...
#flowers
#nature
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2021 10:08pm
8th Dec 2021 10:08pm
The One Who Pays The Piper
Pipe me a tune I can dance to
Or play a lament, as of old.
And pipe you a song
Serenely and strong
For then, I will pay you in gold.
Pipe, at the early of morning
Just as the sun forces through.
Then, stand you alone
And quaver your tone
For a sovereign, I'll offer to you.
Pipe, at the lull of the evening,
Play you the sweetest refrain.
As darkness is cast
You pipe you your last
For I shall not pay you again.
Or play a lament, as of old.
And pipe you a song
Serenely and strong
For then, I will pay you in gold.
Pipe, at the early of morning
Just as the sun forces through.
Then, stand you alone
And quaver your tone
For a sovereign, I'll offer to you.
Pipe, at the lull of the evening,
Play you the sweetest refrain.
As darkness is cast
You pipe you your last
For I shall not pay you again.
#memorial
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2021 9:00am
4th Dec 2021 9:00am
Be My Compass
I am reckless, you are wise
I am feckless, you advise -
Tell me all you will...
Show me all your skill.
I am foolish, you are gifted
I am mulish, you're unscripted -
Tell me where I'm wrong...
Show me I belong.
I am worthless, you are rich
I am mirthless, you bewitch -
Tell me all you know...
Show me where to go.
I'm pragmatic, you are wary
I am static, you can vary -
Tell me your mind...
Show me your kind.
I am plain, you are sculptured
I'm arcane, you are cultured -
Tell me of...
I am feckless, you advise -
Tell me all you will...
Show me all your skill.
I am foolish, you are gifted
I am mulish, you're unscripted -
Tell me where I'm wrong...
Show me I belong.
I am worthless, you are rich
I am mirthless, you bewitch -
Tell me all you know...
Show me where to go.
I'm pragmatic, you are wary
I am static, you can vary -
Tell me your mind...
Show me your kind.
I am plain, you are sculptured
I'm arcane, you are cultured -
Tell me of...
#inspirational
#admiration
#respect
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Nov 2021 9:29pm
28th Nov 2021 9:29pm
The Wrecking Of The Birkenhead
The year is 1852 and in the south of Ireland a troop ship in the service of the Empire of Great Britain is making ready to set sail. The innovative ship had earlier set out from the Royal Navy base at Portsmouth, England, with army troops on board and is visiting Ireland to pick up a number of additional soldiers. She is one of the new iron hulled vessels with three tall masts on which to drape the huge cotton canvas sails that harvest and harness the winds sent to blow mercilessly out on the seven seas. But as dawn breaks on this cold early January morning, she steadily eases her way out of...
#courage
#friendship
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2021 00:18am
23rd Nov 2021 00:18am
The Poetess Of Heptonstall
This high, half-hidden, churchyard
Where coldness and rain find a home
And the nightfall is welcomed at twilight's end.
The lament of the deafened, defining the dusk,
And complecting its blanket, a chilled shielding shroud ~
A poet lies sleeping alone in her cot.
But verses are silently wrested away
Brilliantly noiseless not rhyming nor free:
And how the wind whistles here all about.
Then, strangely, disturbing the shadowless eve
A voice, a beseeching, may softly be heard.
O' Sylvia, Sylvia, why for art thou here?
Where coldness and rain find a home
And the nightfall is welcomed at twilight's end.
The lament of the deafened, defining the dusk,
And complecting its blanket, a chilled shielding shroud ~
A poet lies sleeping alone in her cot.
But verses are silently wrested away
Brilliantly noiseless not rhyming nor free:
And how the wind whistles here all about.
Then, strangely, disturbing the shadowless eve
A voice, a beseeching, may softly be heard.
O' Sylvia, Sylvia, why for art thou here?
#SylviaPlath
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Nov 2021 5:25pm
20th Nov 2021 5:25pm
Satan's Riddle
As I was out, about, one day
I met the strangest man;
We talked of things, of wax and kings
As he, his tale, began.
He said he was a carpenter
But looked so fine and grand,
Sporting walrus whiskers
And walking cane to hand.
He told me of his lifetime,
Five hundred years or more;
He said that I knew nothing,
Was wasted heretofore.
He said he'd speak a riddle
Before he'd by your leave,
I'd never glean the answer
Just so long as I may breathe.
'Tis round a dish as ever known
And white as...
I met the strangest man;
We talked of things, of wax and kings
As he, his tale, began.
He said he was a carpenter
But looked so fine and grand,
Sporting walrus whiskers
And walking cane to hand.
He told me of his lifetime,
Five hundred years or more;
He said that I knew nothing,
Was wasted heretofore.
He said he'd speak a riddle
Before he'd by your leave,
I'd never glean the answer
Just so long as I may breathe.
'Tis round a dish as ever known
And white as...
#strength
#inspirational
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2021 00:13am
11th Nov 2021 00:13am
Maiden Fair
Fair maiden how I long to be
Out, this day, a-stroll with thee.
Maiden fair come take my hand,
Walk with me 'bout hallowed land.
Look at me, tell what you spy
As you look me in the eye.
Voice your kind words soft and low,
Gift your ethos as we go.
Fair maid embrace me with your soul,
Hear my quandary, pray console;
Help me in my hour of need
Now mine eyes begin to bleed.
Count my blessings one by one,
Steal my infractions, leave me none;
Lead me on like straying sheep,
Gaze on me, my soul to keep. ...
Out, this day, a-stroll with thee.
Maiden fair come take my hand,
Walk with me 'bout hallowed land.
Look at me, tell what you spy
As you look me in the eye.
Voice your kind words soft and low,
Gift your ethos as we go.
Fair maid embrace me with your soul,
Hear my quandary, pray console;
Help me in my hour of need
Now mine eyes begin to bleed.
Count my blessings one by one,
Steal my infractions, leave me none;
Lead me on like straying sheep,
Gaze on me, my soul to keep. ...
#love
#hope
#redemption #respect
#redemption #respect
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2021 11:40pm
3rd Nov 2021 11:40pm
The Scarlet And The Black
Blood red blooms with foliage green,
Dancing, bowing in the air.
Paint an image so serene
The sweetest scarlet lady fair.
Meadows, fields of floral show
To the landscape, briefly lent;
Come to me where here I grow ~
Lie with me amongst my scent.
Blood red blooms in golden light
Smiling skyward t'ward the blue;
Morning comes with evening's flight
As sunbeams start the day anew.
Gaze on me, peruse my poise,
Enjoy my sanguine, wooing charm;
Hear me sing, consume my noise ~
Lie with me amongst the calm.
...
Dancing, bowing in the air.
Paint an image so serene
The sweetest scarlet lady fair.
Meadows, fields of floral show
To the landscape, briefly lent;
Come to me where here I grow ~
Lie with me amongst my scent.
Blood red blooms in golden light
Smiling skyward t'ward the blue;
Morning comes with evening's flight
As sunbeams start the day anew.
Gaze on me, peruse my poise,
Enjoy my sanguine, wooing charm;
Hear me sing, consume my noise ~
Lie with me amongst the calm.
...
#memorial
#historical
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