Submissions by Alan-S-Jeeves (Alan S Jeeves)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 3:19pm
11th Jun 2020 3:19pm
The Cooling Cloudburst
As lightning bright's the meadow
And thunder dulls the air;
I feel it still,
A stormy chill,
An aura everywhere.
I wander o'er the pathway
And paddle through the rain;
My bootheels squash
The squelchy wash
Along the puddled lane.
My face refreshed with teardrops
The clouds have wept from high;
They gently wet
My eyes and yet
They barely seem to cry.
I dance on midst the moisture
The hail sends down to earth;
I sense the beat
Beneath my feet
And sing for all I'm...
And thunder dulls the air;
I feel it still,
A stormy chill,
An aura everywhere.
I wander o'er the pathway
And paddle through the rain;
My bootheels squash
The squelchy wash
Along the puddled lane.
My face refreshed with teardrops
The clouds have wept from high;
They gently wet
My eyes and yet
They barely seem to cry.
I dance on midst the moisture
The hail sends down to earth;
I sense the beat
Beneath my feet
And sing for all I'm...
#earth
#water
471 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2020 9:23am
1st Jun 2020 9:23am
A Lament for Futurity
I weep for trees and forests,
We laid them all to waste.
Will children have no air to breath,
No atmosphere to taste?
I weep for mighty oceans
We trashed them to the brim.
Will children of the life therein
Protract no place to swim?
I weep for northern icelands,
A thawing polar crown.
Will children of the Inuit
Become condemned to drown?
I weep for fields and meadows,
Poisoned long ago.
Will children of the landscape
Reap no seeds to sow?
I weep for man's futurity
Ere...
We laid them all to waste.
Will children have no air to breath,
No atmosphere to taste?
I weep for mighty oceans
We trashed them to the brim.
Will children of the life therein
Protract no place to swim?
I weep for northern icelands,
A thawing polar crown.
Will children of the Inuit
Become condemned to drown?
I weep for fields and meadows,
Poisoned long ago.
Will children of the landscape
Reap no seeds to sow?
I weep for man's futurity
Ere...
#earth
324 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2020 5:33pm
21st May 2020 5:33pm
By the Still Water's Edge
I gazed down from the water's side
To see a silver gleam
And standing staring looked and tried
To see beyond the stream.
The clearest water sparkling, pure,
Below me stilled and calm;
Its cooling, soothing, fooling lure,
Seductive in its charm.
I saw a young man peering on
With eyes that conquered all.
But in a moment, he was gone ~
Uncanny, I recall.
Beneath the surface he was there,
A soul of twenty-four,
Then vanished in the swell somewhere
And left me by the...
To see a silver gleam
And standing staring looked and tried
To see beyond the stream.
The clearest water sparkling, pure,
Below me stilled and calm;
Its cooling, soothing, fooling lure,
Seductive in its charm.
I saw a young man peering on
With eyes that conquered all.
But in a moment, he was gone ~
Uncanny, I recall.
Beneath the surface he was there,
A soul of twenty-four,
Then vanished in the swell somewhere
And left me by the...
#kindness
#MyInspiration
306 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2020 9:11pm
11th May 2020 9:11pm
The Tiny Tawny Fledgling
A tiny tawny torso
With tiny tawny eyes.
In tiny tawny cautious flows
The tiny tawny flies.
A tiny tawny heartbeat
With tiny tawny pace;
A tiny tawny look upon
A tiny tawny face.
Tiny tawny feathers
Of tiny tawny brown.
Tiny tawny eyebrows make
A tiny tawny frown.
A tiny tawny tinted breast
So tiny tawny cute.
A tiny tawny voice to call
A tiny tawny hoot.
Two tiny tawny wing tips
For tiny tawny flight
The tiny tender tawny owl
Takes off into the night.
...
With tiny tawny eyes.
In tiny tawny cautious flows
The tiny tawny flies.
A tiny tawny heartbeat
With tiny tawny pace;
A tiny tawny look upon
A tiny tawny face.
Tiny tawny feathers
Of tiny tawny brown.
Tiny tawny eyebrows make
A tiny tawny frown.
A tiny tawny tinted breast
So tiny tawny cute.
A tiny tawny voice to call
A tiny tawny hoot.
Two tiny tawny wing tips
For tiny tawny flight
The tiny tender tawny owl
Takes off into the night.
...
#birds
#nature
261 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2020 7:06am
1st May 2020 7:06am
Maying
Oh, to be maying this cool sun-snapped day,
Temperately faultless and fair.
Oh, to be roaming this rare day in May ~
Oh, how I wish you were there.
Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye
And as summer is saluted, yet still...
Oh, you were with me as often I try
To think of you out on the hill.
I remember you with me, faithful and true,
Oh you, how loyal and sound;
Alert when I whistled and ever I knew
Oh you, a prince of a hound.
Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~ ...
Temperately faultless and fair.
Oh, to be roaming this rare day in May ~
Oh, how I wish you were there.
Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye
And as summer is saluted, yet still...
Oh, you were with me as often I try
To think of you out on the hill.
I remember you with me, faithful and true,
Oh you, how loyal and sound;
Alert when I whistled and ever I knew
Oh you, a prince of a hound.
Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~ ...
#nostalgia
315 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 5:01pm
14th Jan 2020 5:01pm
Quam Tempus Fugit
You watch it haste and watch it fly,
Why try espy it flashing by?
Now you see it, now you don't,
Then you heard it ~ now you won't.
First it's here and then it's gone,
Much the same for everyone.
Like a cloud high in the air
Glance once more and it's not there.
Like a bubble drifting past,
Though you know it cannot last.
A tranquil breeze, the bubble stops ~
Attempt to touch! the bubble pops.
Where it stems from no one knows;
No one sees to where it goes.
You know it's there but you...
Why try espy it flashing by?
Now you see it, now you don't,
Then you heard it ~ now you won't.
First it's here and then it's gone,
Much the same for everyone.
Like a cloud high in the air
Glance once more and it's not there.
Like a bubble drifting past,
Though you know it cannot last.
A tranquil breeze, the bubble stops ~
Attempt to touch! the bubble pops.
Where it stems from no one knows;
No one sees to where it goes.
You know it's there but you...
#rhyming
408 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 7:33pm
12th Jan 2020 7:33pm
I Wish I was The Wizard
I wish I was a tin man
Out there cutting wood;
I'd rely upon the lube can
To keep my elbows good.
All day I'd task and toil
Until it's time for tea,
And then I'd take a squirt of oil
To keep my knee joints free.
I'd dream about a girlfriend,
My dreams then turn to dust;
I comprehend at daytime's end
I'm just a heap of rust.
I'll never find a maid of tin,
It's tearing me apart,
As when I search my soul, within,
I find I have no heart.
I wish I was a scarecrow
Out, living in a...
Out there cutting wood;
I'd rely upon the lube can
To keep my elbows good.
All day I'd task and toil
Until it's time for tea,
And then I'd take a squirt of oil
To keep my knee joints free.
I'd dream about a girlfriend,
My dreams then turn to dust;
I comprehend at daytime's end
I'm just a heap of rust.
I'll never find a maid of tin,
It's tearing me apart,
As when I search my soul, within,
I find I have no heart.
I wish I was a scarecrow
Out, living in a...
#luck
519 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2020 7:44am
12th Jan 2020 7:44am
Rye Whiskey, Rye Whiskey
Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie,
Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye;
And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.
Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
And anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
The cost of his concert, your soul is the price.
Then, tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Leave him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no...
Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye;
And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed,
His words, when awakened, go straight to your head.
Alluring to look at, golden is he,
There when you need him as sure as can be;
And anxious to aid you, he doesn't think twice,
The cost of his concert, your soul is the price.
Then, tell him to go now, bid him goodbye;
Leave him to slumber, let sleeping dogs lie!
Tell him his concord you are shooing away,
The lad with the nostrum may no...
#alcohol
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11 Comments
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