Stanley Jackson: A Journalist – Happy Short Poems – I

Once upon a time there lived a journalist whose name was Stanley Jackson. He was brave and penetrating and also loved to read happy short poems. He liked to remain happy and sort of always looked for poems on happiness.

What to Expect from This Happy Short Poem!

This poem is the first part and it broadly describes Stanley Jackson’s occupation and likings. So go ahead, a great revolution waits for readers in the form of happy short poems. In fact, this a poetic story to entice our royal readers and give them another motivation as well as opportunity to return for real, pure, and authentic poems and other contemporary literature with a twist, a gateway indeed to find rare moments of literary happiness!

 

Note: The character of the poem is fictional and any resemblance would only be termed as just a happy coincidence! Cheers to Happy Short Poems!

 

Also explore other LifeXcites’ happy short poems under the popular mini-series named Rethinking your Life.

The Fine Story of Stanley Jackson – A New Take on Happy Short Poems

Once there lived a journalist

Who was adept in making a list –

His name was Stanley Jackson,

Certainly, a pure man who loved fun –

Of soldiers who had retired

And decided to use their time in varied

Social activities. One day

While traveling in a bus, he made way

To a nice little chat

With a fellow passenger who sat

Next to him.

From him

He came to know about a

Retired soldier who lived in a

Village not too far from the town.

It was a small village on

The outskirts of the town, not

Too well known, not

The finest in literacy,

Nor the best in facilities of pharmacy!

 

Stanley, the journalist, was an expert

At his work. He was young but

True to himself

Like a smart elf.

He was honest,

Kept tidy his nest,

A God-fearing man indeed.

He prayed every Sunday the song on need

To love Jesus in church,

And proudly he was in search

Of truth: inspiring stories to behold

And put them in public without a fold.

He was keen, he was kind,

He was joyful, he had a good mind,

He was also a religious man,

He was true journalism’s son,

He was simple

And his stories were always vocal!

 

He was a hardworking man

Who never took his work lightly; a man

On a mission,

Making stories that looked like a vision,

And he was a proud man,

And his name was Stanley Jackson!

 

Jackson was his name,

Good reporting was his game,

He loved good news

Without forcing his views;

Just the story he desired,

‘Think Globally, Act Locally,’ he admired.

His name was Mr. Jackson

A hero of news, mimicking Matrix’s Mr. Anderson!

 

The story of Mr. Jackson will continue. So watch out this space to find out what happens next