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KITTENS
There is a heartless unfeeling cruel person somewhere~Hiding~A cat-lover who loved a kitten, then fed and loved the cat~Then couldn’t find love for her babies~I discovered a cardboard box on my doorstep~Warily I approached, then there was a movement as two beautiful kitten faces popped up~I knew I was lost.
For today’s prompt, write a “calling it a day” poem. Some people might call this “Miller time,” others may refer to it as “closing time.” Just remember: Don’t call it a day until you put it in a poem.
“CALLING IT A DAY”
By John Yeo
Our poetical musing is over and done, and we finish by calling it a day.
April dawned with the challenge,
We met to ponder and think.
April showers brought showers of words
Poetical showery verbose days,
Followed by more time to ponder
On things that matter to poets.
The war is over, the battle is done,
Thirty pieces of art composed.
A month of prompts have been tackled
With our poetry to build and complete
The month of April is over.
Now is the time to call it a day.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo.
All rights reserved.
Or write like Gabriel Garcia Marquez and do both!
The Rude Awakening
By John Yeo
I drifted freely in a magical sky
With my wings outstretched I began to fly,
From cloud to cloud through the intense blue
I drifted and danced my way to you.
I passed a magical fish flying by
Swimming in the Cerulean Sapphire sky.
A voice broke into my high journey
From across the shores of the skyful sea.
Half aware and still flying free
I wondered who could be calling to me.
I was rudely brought back to reality.
When I awoke from my magical reverie.
Get out of bed! It is getting late!
Breakfast is ready and it will not wait.
I crawled out to face another cold day
On my bike in the rain, and on my way,
Soaked to the skin, in the heartless city,
From a magical dream I faced harsh reality.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo
All rights reserved.
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The crops had failed and many people were very hungry. The drought had been with us for months. No water to drink or to grow the crops. The waterholes had dried up and the cattle were dying of thirst. The food-rich countries rallied aound and delivered thousands of tons of food and water to the receiving stations in the area and it was agreed that a monthly deposit of provisions and water should be delivered to food banks until the rains arrived once again.
Here is the latest picture prompt from Ermila’s blog
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/04/27/picture-it-write-32/
ALL THE WORLD’S A STAG
By John Yeo
Our estate is under threat. Margaret and I have taxes to pay to the government with an enormous amount of work to be done on the upkeep of our estate, we have to think of something to generate income from all sources of revenue. The situation is dire, the roof is leaking, the heirlooms have been auctioned and we still owe money.
The folk-lore of the estate tells tales of our ancestors who tamed and rode giant stags with enormous antlers that powered through the heather. One day the estate manager and I were returning home from a night out in the local hostelry after researching the problem over various wines and other liquid nourishment. An awesome, fearsome figure loomed on the horizon, picked out in the setting of the evening sun. A giant stag with the most incredible set of antlers we had ever seen. I photographed the stag, then requisitioned a local artist to paint a set of oil paintings.
Then was born the legend of the immortal, incredible God of the stags, miracles were reported and legends spun. People flocked from far and wide to try to catch a glimpse of the Deity, who could surely make wishes come true and heal the sick. Pilgrims arrived from lands afar bringing gold and silver as offerings to the Deity. We used these generous offerings to reconstruct the estate and to build a temple to receive more visitors as our personal miracle continued.
Then one sad day, reality arrived to shatter the illusions in the shape of our artist bearing and sharing the original photograph.
We still have our visitors and believers!
Copyright (c) by John Yeo~~All rights reserved
HUMAN COMMUNICATION
Non-verbal communication is a very important understated aspect of human communication. Not just sign language, but getting your message across in many other different ways, such as facial expression, smiles and frowns, nods and winks. Then there is the very little understood method of mind-to-mind thought transference that is not recognised officially by the scientific community. Mind-reading I believe is real and not a branch of science fiction.
RED GERANIUM
There were 50 wide steps up to our front door. Many a treacherous Winter’s day I have nearly slipped and had a fall. Autumn was just as bad with the occasional fallen leaf to trip on. Spring was my favourite time of the year, we put a pot with a red geranium on each side of every step. 100 beautiful pots of red geraniums that flowered all through Summer.
(c) Written by John Yeo
MOSTLY SUNNY
Holidays!
What to pack?
We are going South.
I hear the place we heading for has
Tropical rainstorms, Hurricanes, Floods,
Even Tsunamis have been known to occur.
Also the odd Earthquake to break the monotony.
Shorts are a must, sunglasses, sandals, short-sleeved shirts.
Better include an umbrella, a pac-a-mac a couple of sweaters and boots
Just in case, although I understand from checking the internet and doing some research
The place we are going to is MOSTLY SUNNY.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo All rights reserved
This is my response to the latest picture it and write prompt from Ermilia’s blog.
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/__picture-it-write-
RED SHIFT OF THE BLUE PLANET
Seen from space The Earth is a Blue Planet
When the blue of the planet turns red with fire. Millions upon millions of minds open with an intellectual translucence of energy. A pouring out of intellectual fire,
Creative work with words, ideas, art and science, mingling and moving. A red shift as the combined rivers of thought marry the waves together into a mutual fire-storm of thought and creativity.
The spread of the waves through an internet of fire joins and moves, burning borders over an internet of peaceful co-existence.
The blue planet becomes red with the fires of freedom. Red seas shine into space through sharing of cultures and mutual thought.
Wrtten by John Yeo (c)
FALLING IN AND OUT OF LOVE
By John Yeo
LOVE
At thirteen years old I was very grown up,
My voice was a sweet boyish treble,
I sang in tune at school with the choir.
My dreamy mind wandered in the musical air
As I fell deeply in love with the leader
Miss Lawson the choir mistress
Kind words of support, blue eyes and long hair.
MY HEART FILLED WITH LOVE AND MELODIOUS JOY.
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ANTI-LOVE
How to attract the attention of Miss Lawson
Get my message of love to her heart?
I forced my voice to break and sound deeper
A double bass statement to win her attention.
To attract her, I sounded very grown up.
Miss Lawson looked startled but still unaware
Of my feelings and undying love.
Then I blushed bright red and I told her.
DON’T BE SILLY YOU STUPID BOY!
It’s so easy to fall in and out of love!
Copyright © Written by John Yeo,
All rights reserved.
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