Submissions by Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2020 11:31pm
2nd Sep 2020 11:31pm
Daunted Day Musings
In every life some rain must fall
Though wherefrom heaven knows.
With passing years, the storm may call,
The tempest comes and goes.
The day could see a cloudburst hail
To soak you through and through
Yet silver raindrops deftly fail
To bathe away the blue.
As thunder quakes the path of life,
Like cannons in the sky.
And lightning, cutting like a knife,
An electric charge on high.
When icy drops sleet all about
And crisis canters near
Then windy blows that scream and shout
Bombard the soul with...
Though wherefrom heaven knows.
With passing years, the storm may call,
The tempest comes and goes.
The day could see a cloudburst hail
To soak you through and through
Yet silver raindrops deftly fail
To bathe away the blue.
As thunder quakes the path of life,
Like cannons in the sky.
And lightning, cutting like a knife,
An electric charge on high.
When icy drops sleet all about
And crisis canters near
Then windy blows that scream and shout
Bombard the soul with...
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#gratitude
#respect
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2020 7:36pm
27th Aug 2020 7:36pm
The Clown With No Name
There he stood with his painted face;
All focused on the bright colours that he wore.
No one saw his eyes (they were out of place)
Why should they? That's not what they had paid to see.
It was his jolliness that they chose to embrace.
His eyes, though, he could not over paint.
He could only shade around them in order to deceive ~
Nor gloss over them to conceal that troubled taint...
Eyes which contrasted 'gainst a huge smiling mouth ~
Sad eyes... happy jocose smile... how quaint!
Children laugh,...
All focused on the bright colours that he wore.
No one saw his eyes (they were out of place)
Why should they? That's not what they had paid to see.
It was his jolliness that they chose to embrace.
His eyes, though, he could not over paint.
He could only shade around them in order to deceive ~
Nor gloss over them to conceal that troubled taint...
Eyes which contrasted 'gainst a huge smiling mouth ~
Sad eyes... happy jocose smile... how quaint!
Children laugh,...
#sadness
#despair
#emptiness
#apathy
#bittersweet
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2020 9:27pm
21st Aug 2020 9:27pm
Carpe Diem
And so, the day in earnest comes,
She slowly starts to grow.
Then the daylight blush appears
And gently starts to show.
Just as the songbirds first awake
To serenade the air...
Digest the moment, listen well,
Their voice is everywhere.
As strands of brilliant light are born
To saturate the ground;
Creatures of the daytime stir
And deftly move around;
Watch them roused (unbeknownst to them)
And see them frisk and quest,
Remember soundly all you see...
Creation at its best.
When flowery...
She slowly starts to grow.
Then the daylight blush appears
And gently starts to show.
Just as the songbirds first awake
To serenade the air...
Digest the moment, listen well,
Their voice is everywhere.
As strands of brilliant light are born
To saturate the ground;
Creatures of the daytime stir
And deftly move around;
Watch them roused (unbeknownst to them)
And see them frisk and quest,
Remember soundly all you see...
Creation at its best.
When flowery...
#flowers
#nature
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2020 3:51pm
17th Aug 2020 3:51pm
Non Sum Qualis Eram
I am not now the one I used to be.
Time has changed me, as to everyone it does;
I am a divergent wight now, as you see,
My soul has become so much more infinite
And so, with contrasting ideas I now agree.
That one I used to be I am not still.
I am no wiser despite the fleeting years;
Though I exist in the hope that until
(Or that time comes when I am able)
All my aspirations I may yet fulfil.
There was a time when I saw things very clear
Though that is not exactly so today.
There was a time when I held things...
Time has changed me, as to everyone it does;
I am a divergent wight now, as you see,
My soul has become so much more infinite
And so, with contrasting ideas I now agree.
That one I used to be I am not still.
I am no wiser despite the fleeting years;
Though I exist in the hope that until
(Or that time comes when I am able)
All my aspirations I may yet fulfil.
There was a time when I saw things very clear
Though that is not exactly so today.
There was a time when I held things...
#strength
#motivational
#inspirational #redemption
#inspirational #redemption
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2020 8:43pm
5th Aug 2020 8:43pm
The Soul That God Forgot
Who am I? I wonder oft
And hope that I may see,
Who it is that is me,
And ask my maker up aloft
Who, indeed, I be?
Whyfor I'm here I ask aloud
And yearn for his reply,
And search for reason why,
From he beyond the cloud
Who, indeed, be I?
What use am I? I cannot know
If I am never told
What place that I should hold,
The direction I should go,
Until, indeed, I'm old.
When do I die? A ask again
When will my day be through?
If, now, I only knew,
I query this in...
And hope that I may see,
Who it is that is me,
And ask my maker up aloft
Who, indeed, I be?
Whyfor I'm here I ask aloud
And yearn for his reply,
And search for reason why,
From he beyond the cloud
Who, indeed, be I?
What use am I? I cannot know
If I am never told
What place that I should hold,
The direction I should go,
Until, indeed, I'm old.
When do I die? A ask again
When will my day be through?
If, now, I only knew,
I query this in...
#strength
#hope
#inspirational
#redemption
#emotions
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2020 9:33pm
29th Jul 2020 9:33pm
Midnight Inside My Head
The hour boldly strikes midnight inside my head.
I have already endured the long and thoughtful day.
I'm courting precious ambitions of sleep and bed
But there remain, still, things for me to do...
So many untitled pages are left unread, unsaid.
It's night-time within and so very dark,
I wonder if I am truly still able to see.
But inside my head I detect a forlorn spark;
Distant, sure, but just bright enough ~
It's an uncertain voyage on which my ideations embark.
I see before me a further adventurous day looming ...
I have already endured the long and thoughtful day.
I'm courting precious ambitions of sleep and bed
But there remain, still, things for me to do...
So many untitled pages are left unread, unsaid.
It's night-time within and so very dark,
I wonder if I am truly still able to see.
But inside my head I detect a forlorn spark;
Distant, sure, but just bright enough ~
It's an uncertain voyage on which my ideations embark.
I see before me a further adventurous day looming ...
#strength
#hope
#motivational
#inspirational
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2020 12:38pm
22nd Jul 2020 12:38pm
Pater
I had so much to tell you
A while ago away;
And, although our tidings few,
There seemed so much to say.
When you were old ~ whilst I was young,
I might have listened when
A weave of words, together strung,
Were tendered now and then.
But note! the hour has wandered late
And dulls the muse of mind;
Time and tide, for no man wait ~
Ago remains behind.
So, words unspoken, not to know,
Are words that time forgot,
They mattered to me then, ago,
but now they matter not.
A while ago away;
And, although our tidings few,
There seemed so much to say.
When you were old ~ whilst I was young,
I might have listened when
A weave of words, together strung,
Were tendered now and then.
But note! the hour has wandered late
And dulls the muse of mind;
Time and tide, for no man wait ~
Ago remains behind.
So, words unspoken, not to know,
Are words that time forgot,
They mattered to me then, ago,
but now they matter not.
#strength
#hope
#motivational
#redemption
#emotions
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2020 9:17pm
17th Jul 2020 9:17pm
Inside A Darkened Room
A darkened room knows no sorrow
No today and no tomorrow;
A darkened room has no sadness
It has no pain, only madness.
A darkened room has no light
Has no moon or starlight bright;
A darkened room has no shine
Has no lustre, yours or mine.
A darkened room has no good
Has no heartbeat, has no blood;
A darkened room has no breath
has no life but only death.
A darkened room has no style
Has no simper, has no smile;
A darkened room has no grin
has no easiness within.
A...
No today and no tomorrow;
A darkened room has no sadness
It has no pain, only madness.
A darkened room has no light
Has no moon or starlight bright;
A darkened room has no shine
Has no lustre, yours or mine.
A darkened room has no good
Has no heartbeat, has no blood;
A darkened room has no breath
has no life but only death.
A darkened room has no style
Has no simper, has no smile;
A darkened room has no grin
has no easiness within.
A...
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Jul 2020 12:56pm
13th Jul 2020 12:56pm
Tannenbaum (An 8, 8, 8, (8) Villanelle)
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree
Standing upright within my wood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Where now I thrive for all to see,
Strobilus stemmed out of the bud;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.
Today I prosper, living free,
As streaming sap spawns my life blood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Forever green and wild are we,
My friends and I'd age if we could;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.
The gentle breeze may hear my plea
And listen to me as it should;
An innocent, then let me be....
Standing upright within my wood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Where now I thrive for all to see,
Strobilus stemmed out of the bud;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.
Today I prosper, living free,
As streaming sap spawns my life blood;
An innocent, then let me be.
Forever green and wild are we,
My friends and I'd age if we could;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.
The gentle breeze may hear my plea
And listen to me as it should;
An innocent, then let me be....
#forest
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2020 12:02pm
8th Jul 2020 12:02pm
Take The Sunshine, Leave The Rain
If I could take my time again
A different thing I'd do;
I'd take the comfort, leave the pain,
I'd take the sunshine, leave the rain,
If only I could start anew.
If I could be another's son
A different path I'd choose;
I'd walk along, I wouldn't run,
I'd leave the sorrow, take the fun,
If only I could re-infuse.
If I could start another hour
A different way I'd go;
I'd take the sweetness, leave the sour,
I'd take the jolly, leave the dour,
If only I could make it so.
If I could...
A different thing I'd do;
I'd take the comfort, leave the pain,
I'd take the sunshine, leave the rain,
If only I could start anew.
If I could be another's son
A different path I'd choose;
I'd walk along, I wouldn't run,
I'd leave the sorrow, take the fun,
If only I could re-infuse.
If I could start another hour
A different way I'd go;
I'd take the sweetness, leave the sour,
I'd take the jolly, leave the dour,
If only I could make it so.
If I could...
#hope
#motivational
#inspirational
#redemption
#emotions
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2020 1:13pm
3rd Jul 2020 1:13pm
The Devil Comes Calling
Satan visits often,
He arrives at dead of night;
He counsels me
Where I should be,
He exhorts with all his might.
Satan visits often,
I find him in the dark;
Tine figured head,
Eyes fiery red,
A prong to make his mark.
Satan visits often,
Ghostly in his cloak;
My troth to break,
My soul to take,
My very faith to choke.
Satan visits often,
Expounding where I'm wrong;
He has his say
Till break of day,
He attests where I belong.
Satan visits often, ...
He arrives at dead of night;
He counsels me
Where I should be,
He exhorts with all his might.
Satan visits often,
I find him in the dark;
Tine figured head,
Eyes fiery red,
A prong to make his mark.
Satan visits often,
Ghostly in his cloak;
My troth to break,
My soul to take,
My very faith to choke.
Satan visits often,
Expounding where I'm wrong;
He has his say
Till break of day,
He attests where I belong.
Satan visits often, ...
#ghosts
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jun 2020 5:19pm
29th Jun 2020 5:19pm
In The Cool Night Air
The bistred day has fallen still,
A darkened mead hangs overhead;
The hush within the evening chill
Chants now the yore has gone to bed.
A gently breeze steals from the west,
Cool along the shadowed lanes;
The sunburned broil, now at rest,
Its warmth has gone, though still remains.
The cool night air stands all alone
Anon the past is gone to sleep;
Daytime secrets tossed and blown,
The faithful night for ere to keep.
Secrets that the breeze fears speak,
Winnowing in the night-time swell;
Brushing...
A darkened mead hangs overhead;
The hush within the evening chill
Chants now the yore has gone to bed.
A gently breeze steals from the west,
Cool along the shadowed lanes;
The sunburned broil, now at rest,
Its warmth has gone, though still remains.
The cool night air stands all alone
Anon the past is gone to sleep;
Daytime secrets tossed and blown,
The faithful night for ere to keep.
Secrets that the breeze fears speak,
Winnowing in the night-time swell;
Brushing...
#fall
#night
#spiritual
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