First 50 Words~The Future of Sex~17th April 2014

THE FUTURE OF SEX
Madame Rose studied her crystal ball intently. “The future of sex is a conundrum. procreation, recreation or abstinence? The singularity of sex, masturbation? Reproduction by in-vitro fertilisation?” After much careful consideration the wise lady said, “The future of sex is in the past, without the past there would be no future. Love is the answer, old fashioned pure love is the future of sex.”

 

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First 50 words~10th April 2014~ OK, So~~~

OK, So ~~~

I have filled in this long application form, my past life is arrayed and spread out before you for all to see. No doubt you have made many photocopies of the information as a decision is made on my suitability for the job in question. I have a drawer full of rejection letters and there is always room for another.

I may be mature and coming to the end of my working life , but I am still active, able and very willing, with vast experience. You think I am wasting my time?

OK, So What!

 

 

Ermilia~ Picture it and Write 14/04/2014

This is the latest picture it and write exercise from Ermilia’s  blog

Picture and Write Back~

Sometimes things  get even worse  than they appear and I would like to disappear into infinity. My whole body like a chameleon, changes appearance to meld and blend with my surroundings. This is the ultimate form of camouflage a reflex reaction to any form of danger real or imagined. A plasticity of my bodily material that enables me to become any shape or form that I imagine myself to be. I will become a wall that shuts out things from view on both sides of it’s existence. All my cares and the impending dangers are then shut from my consciousness and no longer exist for me.

In reality I wear a covering in the form of a jumper that I can put on or pull off at will, thus controlling the visual impact of my appearance in front of a brick wall. This is the origin of physical camouflage,  mental camouflage is real and very common.

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First 50 words~”THREE DOGS”

THREE DOGS

Six dogs pulled the sled through through the ice-fields. We were returning home with our catch from the rocky bay. The first three dogs were all from the same litter, with pure white fur that was almost invisible against the snowy background. They had an affinity for each other as they led the other three dogs, who were a mixture of the breed, snarling and yelping as they pulled the sled. They were all working as a team.

April POEM-A-DAY~ Day Seven

For today’s prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Pretty straightforward, right? That doesn’t mean there’s not a lot of room for creativity. Just look at artists and their self-portraits; there’s a lot of differences in the self-portraits of Kahlo, Schiele, Dali, Van Gogh, and others–and not just because the artists look different themselves.

SELF-PORTRAIT~A Masterpiece of individuality.

By John Yeo

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My ever-changing, developing, subtle self,

How do I begin to present you my very familiar friend?

You seem to change from day to day

With every act of improvisation.

I would not recognise my self of many years ago

Some things they say,  improve with age.

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Would I choose the medium to match the man?

Oil paint for a perfect finish, I am an unfinished product.

Water colours would be merging and blurring reality,

Perhaps I could use marble, a self-portrait as a bust,

Reflecting a very hard unchanging exterior.

The man I see in the mirror will one day be dust.

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The modern day self-portrait is a “selfie”

A photograph snapped when alone.

A very unrealistic image they say,

It is certainly myself, taken by myself

A genuine photographic self-portrait

Without bias and make believe.

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A self portrait by the artist of words

Is an impossible task to achieve.

How do you construct a self portrait?

The temptation would always be

To compose a flattering CV.

To describe and present a self-portrait

Of how one would like one to be.

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April POEM-A-DAY~Day SIX

For today’s prompt, write a night poem. Vampires and werewolves? Cool. Clubbing and saloons? You got it. Lovers together alone? Right. Ex-lovers alone on their own? Sure thing. You figure out your night poem–and, yes, (k)night poems are fine too.

SILENCE IN THE CITY
By John Yeo
The silence was as deafening as always
The city was closed for the night
Towering office blocks and shadowy shops
The commuters had left, leaving silence.
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The shops and offices eerily empty
Except for the watchmen and cleaners.
Artificial electric daylight had left
Darkness in shaded corners.
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The ever vigilant cameras out of sight 
Watching the people of the night
Vehicles move through the silent city
Delivery men driving through fast.
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Kerb crawlers looking for quick relief
from the loneliness of everyday life.
A young person with a dog in a doorway
Stretched out on cardboard to sleep.
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An urban fox lopes by looking for food
The nocturnal wild life have needs
A siren blares, an ambulance speeds,
 flashing a blazing blue light.
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Police patrol cars nose through the streets
Ever watchful for trouble or strife.
The night watch are very responsible folk
Living with and accepting the street life.
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Dawn breaks with a slow emergence
Workers slowly return to the city
The business day in the metropolis
Begins, without care or time for pity.
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Ermilia~Picture it and Write~6th April 2014

This is the latest picture prompt from Ermilia’s Blog ~~~Emilia Picture it and Write

THE DREAM
By John Yeo

The dream was incredibly vivid~I sat dozing in Grannies old armchair after a heavy afternoon, working out in the gym. A heady sweet smelling female perfume drifted into my nostrils sending my mind into a hypnotic trance.

I seemed to wake  with a jolt as an incredibly attractive leg slid down the back of the armchair. In my silent reverie, I gently caressed and stroked the smooth hairless skin. Then taking a slender foot in my hand and without looking up I began to run my fingers through each of the perfectly formed toes. The toenails were beautifully manicured and painted with a pretty shade of nail polish.

A hand was gently stroking my face, with soft pretty fingers that had been smoothing and running a path through my hair. I rested my head against the softness of a smooth-skinned knee as my silent half asleep  dreamy reverie continued.~~

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April POEM-A-DAY~Day FIVE

For today’s prompt, write a discovery poem. The narrator could discover an object, a person, an animal, a dishonorable deed, or any number of things. Poets can focus on the discovery, examine the aftermath, or even just mention it in passing.

DISCOVERY OF THE FAMILY TREE

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Live your life with wit and courage
Nothing is sacred in this open age
Your provenance is on display
Your ancestors will follow age-old clues
To find their past to aid discovery 
Of their ancestors on their family tree.
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My ancestors were a motley crew
The more I looked my curiosity grew
Like a bird of prey, I swooped 
Through much conjecture and supposition
I pulled back the curtains of the murky lives
My long forgotten family past soon revives.
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Following the trails and the slender threads
Of my various ancestors, very widespread.
The list is endless of stalwart citizens
Yeoman farmers, and the very well bred
Soldiers, a thief, seeking fame and fortune 
A Priest a nun and  women of easy virtue.
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I pulled back the curtains, 
Closing the windows of time. 
My personal curiosity satisfied,  
I made up my mind
The seeds of me are unique. 
 Recovery of the distant past remains
A mystery beyond true discovery. 
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April POEM-A_DAY~Day Four

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Since (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Since the Last Time I Smoked,” “Since You Said Please,” and “Since When.”

SINCE AWAKING
By John Yeo

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Since~~Awaking,
Drowsily, dreamily deliberating,
What happened?

I remember the light exploded,
I saw stars of bright shining light.
My journey was vivid and real
Colours were shining and dazzling through
A kaleidoscope of ever changing hue.

A peaceful influence intervened,
A power of cloudy splendour
Directly cradled my mind
In an intellectual bubble of calm,
With comfort and reassurance.

On awaking,
Reality provided an explanation,
The roof caved in and I suffered concussion.

Since awaking
I cannot relate to my previous life
And this world of contradiction,
I have tried to find my way back
To that other ethereal dimension.

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