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FLAKY
By John Yeo
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We have a beautiful pink Japanese Cherry tree that is full of wonderful pink blossom every March. At the end of a dreary cold winter this tree bursts into a beautiful display of bright pink blossom, signalling the start of Spring. Sadly this wonderful sight is ephemeral and showers of pink flakes are everywhere when the wind blows. The ground beneath our tree is a covered with flaky pink petals everywhere.
Written by John Yeo (c)
For today’s prompt, write a message poem. Messages can be delivered in a variety of ways: postcard, e-mail, text message, letter in a bottle, smoke signals, secret codes, jumbotron proposals, etc. Also, messages themselves can be simple, complicated, nice, mean, happy, sad, and so on. Get at it!
CANARY ISLAND WHISTLING MESSAGES
Written by John Yeo
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Gomera Island’s cliffs and valleys are sheer,
Rock-faces that separate the neighbours.
In days of yore
Many years before
Electronic communication
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A whistling language developed,
From valley to valley you would hear
When danger threatened
Or help was required
Whistling messages sounding clear.
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A language of instant communication
Was employed from valley to valley.
Hello! I am here.
The personal whistle
Was heard and understood.
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For today’s prompt, write a voyage poem. In my case, we’ll be driving along the Gulf of Mexico, but a voyage can happen in a variety of ways–even on foot, or psychologically. Heck, the process of writing a poem is a sort of voyage all its own. Happy poeming!
A very sad loss,
With a thick mist over my consciousness,
I had suffered a traumatic life event,
Shattering a union of many years
A loss that was to my detriment
Lingering.
A loss that would not go away
A black cloud covered the firmament
Clarity with understanding, missing.
The familiar surroundings added sadness.
Some good advice like a ray of light
Illuminating.
Get away from here to lift the fog
Take a trip to anywhere, pastures new,
See the world, whatever you do,
Switch off your moping and try.
Somewhere there is a wide clear sky,
Ruminating.
People will help you to understand
Many are in the same boat.
Travelling rough seas alone.
I boarded a ship with little expectation
Of any solution to my sad situation.
Meditating.
The voyage began over calm seas
With friendly faces and comfort.
Waves billowing a calm sea breeze,
A friendship forged at cards,
I began to feel at ease,
Communicating.
At the voyage end
I had made a very firm friend,
Who is still by my side, comforting.
I have lost the fog, cleared the mist,
My life is now completely,
Exhilarating.
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Robert Brewers~April~Poem-A-Day~Poetry prompts
As luck would have it, today is a Tuesday, which means we’re facing a “Two-for-Tuesday” prompt. For folks new to the challenge, you can choose one prompt, write to both, or try to mix them together in one poem. Here are the prompts:
THE LOST DREAM
Last night I dreamed an important, wonderful event would be happening. Very soon. I saw the music, heard the colours, smelt the odours of imminent universal change. I entered another dimension located in the near future. My dream took me to a new frontier of universal happiness and a melding of all things corporeal, into a plane of pure being that is unattainable to the present pattern of being.
The virus that is infecting humanity holds the human race in a vice-like grasp. My dream gave the answers and the keys to unlocking the secrets of how to remove and destroy this block to our future growth.
When I awoke and came to, in this present dimension, I felt the peace and contentment flooding through my dream had been rudely ripped from my memory by the virus that infects us all.
I feel the heights and the withdrawal from this experience mirrored in my face as I struggle to revive the memory of my incredible dream.
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Robert Brewer’s ~Wednesday Poetry Prompt
For today’s prompt, write an excited poem. Of course, I’m a bit excited about the upcoming challenge–in a good way. But excited can manifest itself in plenty of other ways as well, including feeling sick, scared, or upset. One of my favorite “excitable” characters is Barney Fife from the Andy Griffith Show.
~26/03/2014
“Excited“
I know the answer to my expectation
will be coming soon
I have had my fill in my imagination
I can hardly wait but still.
My sleeplessness adds to my inspiration,
My pulse is racing, veins afire
Feelings impossible to control.
I have honed my dream to perfection.
My mind is racing, my feeling delighted
I have never felt so sure and excited.
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The doorbell sounds, a package arrives
My heart beats fast as I sign the note
Anticlimax follows with the realisation
I have another sad letter of rejection.
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Copyright © Poem by John Yeo
26/07/2014
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My hands were stroking and caressing the glass~Outside the trees and freedom beckoned, the sun had shone earlier this morning but I was unable to experience the purity and warmth of the sun kissed air. I could see the warm breeze ruffling and swaying the leaves on the trees through the glass of our window pane.
Confined to this room since the men with powerful guns arrived and placed everyone under curfew. We are told this is for our own safety and to allow for a thorough extermination of the enemies of the invaders who come to kill and steal our lands and lives. I watch the free birds soaring and swirling in the sky, a spider crawls across the glass looking for food. Perhaps the curfew will be lifted soon and we will be able to find food for ourselves. When the danger is passed we will not be shot if we open our door. Nature continues to thrive and kill to survive.
By John Yeo (c)~~ 25th March 2014
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Write a poem from the perspective of the inside another person’s skin~~
If I just grab the side of this wall
l should be able to get along the way
I can smell a strong smell of fish and chips
I have been here before, past the market stall
There is a crossing coming up on the corner
The roar of the passing traffic is deafening,
The stick I carry will find the edge of the curb.
I find the help I get from others strengthening.
A stick of white is like carrying a light.
The sky was blue as we boarded our flight, to the other side of existence. The vehicle was very odd, shaped like a fish with wings for scales and fins on the tail. An aerodynamic curiosity indeed, I thought I was in a dream that would never end.
I was introduced to the assessors of a life that had been lived to the full in a very privileged society. We drifted over the life-filled ocean on another plane of thought lines. I was allowed to say my piece before the ultimate decision, was determined
My life flashed before me as I fell head-first back to the sea from whence all life originated. Ejected from the plane of one existence to another. All memory was erased in that one-act of remembrance.
Future was informed of the decision.
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Robert Brewer’s Wednesday poetry prompt~12/03/2014For today’s prompt, write a care poem. As with many of the prompts, a care poem can be handled (with care) in many different ways: write a poem in which you care about someone (or something); write a poem about a caregiver (or care receiver); write a poem about the Care Bears; or if you don’t care about anything, let that guide you.
CARE POEM
This unbearable feeling is hard to share.
After many years suffusing into each other
An unbreachable gap has come to appear,
Shattering feelings built over many a year.
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We shared many times with mutual respect
Happiness with laughter, always together
Never stopping to consider this awful end
The Death of a lover and a very dear friend
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At the last, Death rips and shreds the past
Smashing our life to a million shards
The painful cutting and tearing apart,
Bloodless breaking of a once proud heart
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Memories abound in solitary sadness
Flooding my mind with thoughts and despair
You were once here with me,
always there,
This harsh world continues without a care.
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