Submissions by Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2021 10:19pm
20th Mar 2021 10:19pm
Anatomy Of The Word
The hand that inks the essay,
The words of wisdom all that lay
Upon the page to rage and say
The things that bring such joy to me.
The eye that seeks and finds a way
To sob the story, come what may,
As thoughts and themes run wild, astray!
This eye will try to always see.
The heart that beats without delay
And rhymes the lines that dance and sway
And bound and sound as blithely they
Never, ever, silent be.
The mind that minds his words today
And savours them, for e'er to stay
Within his soul,...
The words of wisdom all that lay
Upon the page to rage and say
The things that bring such joy to me.
The eye that seeks and finds a way
To sob the story, come what may,
As thoughts and themes run wild, astray!
This eye will try to always see.
The heart that beats without delay
And rhymes the lines that dance and sway
And bound and sound as blithely they
Never, ever, silent be.
The mind that minds his words today
And savours them, for e'er to stay
Within his soul,...
#quatrain
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2021 1:18pm
12th Mar 2021 1:18pm
The Widecombe Fair Chestnut Mare (A Trilogy)
As the dawn broke above the moorlands of Yorkshire, in the English countryside, all was still. I was up and about, although a little earlier than my usual time, as the day began to stir. Not far away the hoot of an owl let me know that there was a trespasser in her territory. I looked up and sure enough, as my eyes adjusted to the morning half-light, high in the sky a sparrow hawk patrolled the heavens above me. Like the owl, yet in her own different and special way, she was magnificent.
Memories of long ago flooded my thoughts as I watched her in flight. When I was a...
Memories of long ago flooded my thoughts as I watched her in flight. When I was a...
#BestFriend
#holiday
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2021 11:46pm
1st Mar 2021 11:46pm
The Chestnut Glade
The chestnut tree within the glade,
One half-a-mile past Windy Lea,
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
A friend, indeed, in her I made,
She stood upright, aloft was she ~
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Out in the breeze she gently swayed,
To-ing, fro-ing, so wildly free
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
Her spreading, leafy, boughs cascade,
She, open limbed to welcome me;
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Round and about, where squirrels played
And romped a happy, joyful spree
There in...
One half-a-mile past Windy Lea,
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
A friend, indeed, in her I made,
She stood upright, aloft was she ~
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Out in the breeze she gently swayed,
To-ing, fro-ing, so wildly free
There in the cool, refreshing shade.
Her spreading, leafy, boughs cascade,
She, open limbed to welcome me;
The chestnut tree within the glade.
Round and about, where squirrels played
And romped a happy, joyful spree
There in...
#forest
#trees
#nature
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2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2021 2:38pm
17th Feb 2021 2:38pm
Come Soon Fair, Mild, and Early Spring
The oak and rowan slumber still
Reposing in their frosted bed;
Holding off the shivered chill
Dormant, docile, all but dead.
Skeletons drab against the cloud
Leafless limbs up-reaching high;
Clothed in dew, a frozen shroud,
Below them hidden secrets lie.
On the ground the snowdrops burst
Early risers of the year
Contending to be blooming first
A fleetly winter's end is near.
Premature, the sunlight's rays,
Icy stalactites eroding,
Tumbling down a spectral haze
With leafy newborn buds exploding. ...
Reposing in their frosted bed;
Holding off the shivered chill
Dormant, docile, all but dead.
Skeletons drab against the cloud
Leafless limbs up-reaching high;
Clothed in dew, a frozen shroud,
Below them hidden secrets lie.
On the ground the snowdrops burst
Early risers of the year
Contending to be blooming first
A fleetly winter's end is near.
Premature, the sunlight's rays,
Icy stalactites eroding,
Tumbling down a spectral haze
With leafy newborn buds exploding. ...
#trees
#flowers
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2021 8:32pm
7th Feb 2021 8:32pm
The Mourning After the Morning After
The day came slowly as I peered out from behind my eyes,
There was no noise, only nonsense.
The sunrise had chosen not to wait for me.
He was needless of my acquaintance as he clambered over the hill ~
As the day was yet still.
A forlorn bottle lay reposing on the floor beside me for company,
His once golden torso now appeared transparent and vacant.
He cast his wide open-eye over me curiously.
I wondered what he wondered, what he thought ~
I expect it was nought.
Far away in the kitchen the coffee pot...
There was no noise, only nonsense.
The sunrise had chosen not to wait for me.
He was needless of my acquaintance as he clambered over the hill ~
As the day was yet still.
A forlorn bottle lay reposing on the floor beside me for company,
His once golden torso now appeared transparent and vacant.
He cast his wide open-eye over me curiously.
I wondered what he wondered, what he thought ~
I expect it was nought.
Far away in the kitchen the coffee pot...
#emptiness
284 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2021 4:32pm
27th Jan 2021 4:32pm
Jack o' Box
He lives within his Toytown house
And stays, contented, there;
Happy, silent as a mouse
Dozed in his tortile chair.
Ready and alert is he,
Uncertain what's in store,
Thinking next who it may be
Comes knocking at his door.
Will someone call to visit soon?
Will someone come to play?
Will someone tease and hum a tune
Upon this very day?
All alone he'll sit and mope
The smile washed from his face;
Sadly, tearful in the hope
Some antic should take place.
But wait! ...
And stays, contented, there;
Happy, silent as a mouse
Dozed in his tortile chair.
Ready and alert is he,
Uncertain what's in store,
Thinking next who it may be
Comes knocking at his door.
Will someone call to visit soon?
Will someone come to play?
Will someone tease and hum a tune
Upon this very day?
All alone he'll sit and mope
The smile washed from his face;
Sadly, tearful in the hope
Some antic should take place.
But wait! ...
#happiness
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2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jan 2021 12:19pm
20th Jan 2021 12:19pm
Two Hundred Smiling Orphans
On a bright and sunny morning in the early January of 1994 I stood in the peaceful tranquillity of Janusz Korczak Square within the walls of Yad Vashem, Israel's famous monument to the victims of the Holocaust, which is perfectly sited near the Jerusalem Forest on the western slope of Mount Herzl (Mount of Remembrance), Jerusalem. I gazed in awe there at a large sculptured statue portraying a bearded man embracing a dozen small children as if he was protecting them from something or someone wicked. I was, in fact, looking at a fine statue standing approximately twice life size and...
#kindness
#courage
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#heroic
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jan 2021 3:14pm
15th Jan 2021 3:14pm
A Tumbled Star
I look up to skyward
In the blue of the night
There, silvery spangles I see;
Hovered and distant
Glowing and bright,
Performing a show just for me.
Where do they come from?
May well you might ask,
Why do they shine with the moon?
Who could have brought them?
A gargantuan task,
Bedecking a dazzled festoon.
Led by Polaris,
The brightest one there,
Highlighting night sky in the north;
Seven sisters smiling,
The plough comes to share
All that the heavens bring forth.
But...
In the blue of the night
There, silvery spangles I see;
Hovered and distant
Glowing and bright,
Performing a show just for me.
Where do they come from?
May well you might ask,
Why do they shine with the moon?
Who could have brought them?
A gargantuan task,
Bedecking a dazzled festoon.
Led by Polaris,
The brightest one there,
Highlighting night sky in the north;
Seven sisters smiling,
The plough comes to share
All that the heavens bring forth.
But...
#sky
#nature
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2020 11:37am
31st Dec 2020 11:37am
The Year's Adieu
Just as the year is ending
(As winter snows the leaves)
The autumn glow pretending ~
The winter chill deceives.
As squirrels start defending
Their caches underground,
December's shiver pending,
And swallows southward bound.
The cool of day is blending
(As it frosts the forest floor)
Into the sunset tending
To be sooner than before.
The boughs of treetops bending
As gales race through their form
Spiralling and wending
Propelled by winter's storm.
And so, the nightfall sending
(As...
(As winter snows the leaves)
The autumn glow pretending ~
The winter chill deceives.
As squirrels start defending
Their caches underground,
December's shiver pending,
And swallows southward bound.
The cool of day is blending
(As it frosts the forest floor)
Into the sunset tending
To be sooner than before.
The boughs of treetops bending
As gales race through their form
Spiralling and wending
Propelled by winter's storm.
And so, the nightfall sending
(As...
#winter
282 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Dec 2020 11:01am
30th Dec 2020 11:01am
She Doesn't Think Of Me
She speaks of skirts and dresses
And outings by the sea;
She speaks of curls and tresses
And ribbons flowing free.
She speaks of her successes
And all that she could be;
She speaks of nonthelesses
But never speaks of me.
She looks at morning's start of day
And colours in the sky.
She sees the flowers by the way
And graceful birds that fly.
She watches children gay at play,
Amid the hue and cry;
She looks at breezy trees that sway
But never looks at I.
She thinks of odes of poets told
And relishes...
And outings by the sea;
She speaks of curls and tresses
And ribbons flowing free.
She speaks of her successes
And all that she could be;
She speaks of nonthelesses
But never speaks of me.
She looks at morning's start of day
And colours in the sky.
She sees the flowers by the way
And graceful birds that fly.
She watches children gay at play,
Amid the hue and cry;
She looks at breezy trees that sway
But never looks at I.
She thinks of odes of poets told
And relishes...
#rejection
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
#bittersweet
280 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2020 3:28pm
18th Dec 2020 3:28pm
Moorland Solitude
The spongy earth springs underfoot
Concealing all below;
You mind your way,
This eerie day,
You're careful how you go.
As mists roll off the craggy moss
Concealing all above;
You find your way,
This eerie day,
About a place you love.
A speck of rain anoints your head
Concealing thoughts inside;
You see your way,
This eerie day,
To let your qualms, subside.
The heather forms a carpet here
Concealing peril's traits;
You pick your way,
This eerie day,
Where a quaggy...
Concealing all below;
You mind your way,
This eerie day,
You're careful how you go.
As mists roll off the craggy moss
Concealing all above;
You find your way,
This eerie day,
About a place you love.
A speck of rain anoints your head
Concealing thoughts inside;
You see your way,
This eerie day,
To let your qualms, subside.
The heather forms a carpet here
Concealing peril's traits;
You pick your way,
This eerie day,
Where a quaggy...
#countryside
#rain
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
380 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2020 2:08pm
8th Dec 2020 2:08pm
There's Nothing In The Night Like The Sound Of The Wind
When all the land is in repose
There is a noise, as nightfall shows,
A noise to stir the sinews of your mind.
And so, who hear it at its best,
(Who know its sound, as others rest)
May thank the Lord, he made it for mankind.
She hums and blows her gentle breezes,
She comes and goes just as she pleases,
Purrs pastoral verses as her theme;
And when the twilight tones the air,
Then, striking strains are ever there
For one an' all who worship her esteem.
Her...
There is a noise, as nightfall shows,
A noise to stir the sinews of your mind.
And so, who hear it at its best,
(Who know its sound, as others rest)
May thank the Lord, he made it for mankind.
She hums and blows her gentle breezes,
She comes and goes just as she pleases,
Purrs pastoral verses as her theme;
And when the twilight tones the air,
Then, striking strains are ever there
For one an' all who worship her esteem.
Her...
#earth
#night
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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2 Comments
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