Submissions by Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2021 11:17pm
30th Oct 2021 11:17pm
The Whisper Of The Cannon
When all the words a king may say
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.
She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.
So, in...
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.
She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.
So, in...
#historical
227 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2021 4:18pm
17th Oct 2021 4:18pm
Gold Autumn Leaves
No longer the leaves show their full summer green,
As this cool autumn day
Takes their own youth away
As it once did with me a long time ago...
As forty short years have now seen
(But are the leaves still beautiful?)
Green changes to gold, as now it must,
Though more subtle to see
(Floating down from a tree)
As it is with myself, as I know well;
Soon we will both (the leaves and I) turn to dust
(But are the leaves still beautiful?)
Resplendent leaves no longer steep in the sun;
As I walk down life's lane...
As this cool autumn day
Takes their own youth away
As it once did with me a long time ago...
As forty short years have now seen
(But are the leaves still beautiful?)
Green changes to gold, as now it must,
Though more subtle to see
(Floating down from a tree)
As it is with myself, as I know well;
Soon we will both (the leaves and I) turn to dust
(But are the leaves still beautiful?)
Resplendent leaves no longer steep in the sun;
As I walk down life's lane...
#fall
351 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Oct 2021 10:32am
1st Oct 2021 10:32am
The Golden Tear Of Fall
A golden leaf falls to the ground,
As she, the tree, now sheds a tear;
It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.
A lifeless frond, now crisp and browned,
No longer green this time of year;
A golden leaf falls to the ground.
With tumult blowing all around
The leafy laden atmosphere,
It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.
Then gently floating downward bound
Rustic, wrinkled, dishevelled, sere;
A golden leaf falls to the ground.
Soon to rest, whereupon is drowned,
In a pool of foliage, near;
It tumbles down with...
As she, the tree, now sheds a tear;
It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.
A lifeless frond, now crisp and browned,
No longer green this time of year;
A golden leaf falls to the ground.
With tumult blowing all around
The leafy laden atmosphere,
It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.
Then gently floating downward bound
Rustic, wrinkled, dishevelled, sere;
A golden leaf falls to the ground.
Soon to rest, whereupon is drowned,
In a pool of foliage, near;
It tumbles down with...
#fall
297 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2021 11:55pm
19th Sep 2021 11:55pm
Rose Of Paper
You are alike to a fine paper rose
Perfectly crafted, scarlet and snow white.
Within your eyes the paper rosebud grows
Sanguine and bright, the most beauteous sight.
A petal of white ~ A petal of red
Blend into pink as they shamelessly blush.
Colours of you, how they go to my head,
Remind me of summer, sun kissed and lush.
My paper rose crinkles, held in my palm;
So softly, gently the sound greets my ears.
Retarding my heartbeat ~ tranquilly calm,
As soft as raindrops ~ god's heavenly tears.
Flower of nature must...
Perfectly crafted, scarlet and snow white.
Within your eyes the paper rosebud grows
Sanguine and bright, the most beauteous sight.
A petal of white ~ A petal of red
Blend into pink as they shamelessly blush.
Colours of you, how they go to my head,
Remind me of summer, sun kissed and lush.
My paper rose crinkles, held in my palm;
So softly, gently the sound greets my ears.
Retarding my heartbeat ~ tranquilly calm,
As soft as raindrops ~ god's heavenly tears.
Flower of nature must...
#flowers
#rose
381 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2021 5:31pm
11th Sep 2021 5:31pm
Nessun Dorma
A gentle hand upon my skin
To balm my sleeping soul within
A fragile brushing 'gainst my face
Adorns my soul with air and grace.
The kindest, mildest, tender touch
Subdues my soul to mind too much
The quaver of my joyful heart
As all my anguish blows apart.
And in the fluent light of morn
A freshness in my soul, reborn,
Where thoughts bygone, should I partake,
May kiss my brow as I awake.
To balm my sleeping soul within
A fragile brushing 'gainst my face
Adorns my soul with air and grace.
The kindest, mildest, tender touch
Subdues my soul to mind too much
The quaver of my joyful heart
As all my anguish blows apart.
And in the fluent light of morn
A freshness in my soul, reborn,
Where thoughts bygone, should I partake,
May kiss my brow as I awake.
#happiness
#strength
#inspirational
#gratitude
#emotions
274 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2021 9:11pm
1st Sep 2021 9:11pm
Evening Darkness
Whereas the evening filters through
To bring the darkness seeping down.
The daylight's leave now overdue
High above a slumbering town.
To bring the darkness seeping down
As the north wind starts its blowing;
High above the slumbering town
Night time shadows start their showing.
As the north wind starts its blowing
Round and around deserted ways.
Night time shadows start their showing
There under, eerie phantoms gaze.
Round and around deserted ways
Within the blackest, darkest night
There under, eerie...
To bring the darkness seeping down.
The daylight's leave now overdue
High above a slumbering town.
To bring the darkness seeping down
As the north wind starts its blowing;
High above the slumbering town
Night time shadows start their showing.
As the north wind starts its blowing
Round and around deserted ways.
Night time shadows start their showing
There under, eerie phantoms gaze.
Round and around deserted ways
Within the blackest, darkest night
There under, eerie...
#inspirational
195 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Aug 2021 1:50pm
24th Aug 2021 1:50pm
THE hour Of The Ghostly soul
I saw a ghost out on the land
By the light of day.
Holding out a guiding hand
With just one hour to stay.
I had no fear to walk with him
The quiet waters by;
As calmly traipsing, on a whim,
We talking, he and I.
We spoke of things, of this and that,
And every now and then
He'd smile a smile and raise his hat
When passing other men.
Though no one seemed to see his face
And no one seemed to care
No one saw him ~ not a trace ~
No one saw him there.
As time passed by, we reached the gate,
The path...
By the light of day.
Holding out a guiding hand
With just one hour to stay.
I had no fear to walk with him
The quiet waters by;
As calmly traipsing, on a whim,
We talking, he and I.
We spoke of things, of this and that,
And every now and then
He'd smile a smile and raise his hat
When passing other men.
Though no one seemed to see his face
And no one seemed to care
No one saw him ~ not a trace ~
No one saw him there.
As time passed by, we reached the gate,
The path...
#fate
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Aug 2021 8:58pm
16th Aug 2021 8:58pm
A Daring Game Of High Toby - A Trilogy
Within the insipidness of a gloomy upstairs room at the rear of a bustling inn, its casement window overlooking the stable yard, a gentleman of independent means was busy dressing for the evening. The hour was nearing the darkness of the day and the gentleman, known to everyone around as the handsome and generous merchant from London, was preparing himself for a twilight rendezvous. All his clothes were dark in colour, save for the plume of bright feathers erupting from the band of his wide brimmed hat.
Earlier that afternoon he had slipped out to tend to his horse, a fast...
Earlier that afternoon he had slipped out to tend to his horse, a fast...
#LifeChangingMoment
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 10:15pm
5th Aug 2021 10:15pm
I Wonder What You Look Like Now
I reflect on what you look like now!
You were beauteous when I saw you last.
What precious gifts did time endow?
All those years of tranquil absence
As you slumbered away the time somehow.
I wonder if your eyes remain bright,
They always looked at me kindly.
I think that, if you're at home tonight,
I could give you a call ~ perhaps...
Or should I just simply write?
I expect that you smile as you always could;
Intriguing, enchanting, and toasty warm.
But you smiled for me today ~ I knew you would
(In any case I've...
You were beauteous when I saw you last.
What precious gifts did time endow?
All those years of tranquil absence
As you slumbered away the time somehow.
I wonder if your eyes remain bright,
They always looked at me kindly.
I think that, if you're at home tonight,
I could give you a call ~ perhaps...
Or should I just simply write?
I expect that you smile as you always could;
Intriguing, enchanting, and toasty warm.
But you smiled for me today ~ I knew you would
(In any case I've...
#sadness
#bittersweet
220 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2021 00:10am
31st Jul 2021 00:10am
Then, When You Were Sweet Sixteen
I recall a day, a sky-blue day,
Still in my head, yet far away.
When first you led my mind astray
And left me vanquished, come what may,
The day I saw you cool, serene;
When you were simply sweet sixteen.
For, as swinging years were new
And careless days, about us, grew
And you walked, sudden, into view
Along the leafy avenue.
The day I saw you cool, serene;
When you were simply sweet sixteen.
Your hair shone brightly in the light,
As noonday sun had reached its height;
As you came dancing into sight
And I...
Still in my head, yet far away.
When first you led my mind astray
And left me vanquished, come what may,
The day I saw you cool, serene;
When you were simply sweet sixteen.
For, as swinging years were new
And careless days, about us, grew
And you walked, sudden, into view
Along the leafy avenue.
The day I saw you cool, serene;
When you were simply sweet sixteen.
Your hair shone brightly in the light,
As noonday sun had reached its height;
As you came dancing into sight
And I...
#emotions
200 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2021 9:24am
22nd Jul 2021 9:24am
Wordsworth's Daffodils (A Villanelle)
Far away over meadows, fields and hills
Or through oak woodland which is ever sweet;
Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils.
Early morning, amid the dewy chills
Where a dawn kissed grassland moistens the feet
Far away over meadows, fields and hills.
A perfumed carpet your raw sense it fills
A yellow trumpeted aspect replete
Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils.
And by the noon, as mid-day sunlight spills,
I wander onward down a floral street
Far away over meadows, fields and hills.
...
Or through oak woodland which is ever sweet;
Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils.
Early morning, amid the dewy chills
Where a dawn kissed grassland moistens the feet
Far away over meadows, fields and hills.
A perfumed carpet your raw sense it fills
A yellow trumpeted aspect replete
Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils.
And by the noon, as mid-day sunlight spills,
I wander onward down a floral street
Far away over meadows, fields and hills.
...
#villanelle
218 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2021 8:10am
13th Jul 2021 8:10am
The Dayspring Bluebonnet (A Villanelle)
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew
Proudly and loudly, your entrance you make,
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Brighting the day as you burst into view
Fresh as the sunrise, delight of daybreak
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Fair in a fairy-tale fantasy you
Beam as the morningtide beckons you wake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Profits aplenty, your faultings are few;
Yielding and modest , no credit you take.
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Dancing, romancing, admirers to woo, ...
Proudly and loudly, your entrance you make,
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Brighting the day as you burst into view
Fresh as the sunrise, delight of daybreak
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Fair in a fairy-tale fantasy you
Beam as the morningtide beckons you wake
Infant of nature asplash in the dew.
Profits aplenty, your faultings are few;
Yielding and modest , no credit you take.
Bluebonnet, bluebonnet, blooming anew.
Dancing, romancing, admirers to woo, ...
#flowers
#nature
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