HOLD The…………..

Posted on Sep 23, 2014 by John Yeo | 1 Comment

HOLD THE MUTE BUTTON
by John Yeo

Many passengers sharing a long-haul flight across the globe.
Transcontinental,
A darkened atmosphere.
Day turned into night.

An undercurrent of sound.
A babble,
A torrent of voices in a vacuum.
What is under discussion.

A flood of unidentified thought,
Mostly inconsequential,
Minds deprived.
Stimulus provided by a small screen in front of the eyes.

To a highly gifted sensitive mind,
Deprived of sensory stimulus,
Are these telepathic thoughts, voiced?
Or are they vocalised undercurrents?

Sitting in a cramped row of seats
In front of an illuminated screen,
Time drags on.
The sound continues unabated.
Sound delivered through a headset.

UNIDENTIFIABLE~~~~~~~

DEEP BLACK

Posted on Sep 16, 2014 by John Yeo | 4 Comments

ETERNAL BLACK

By John Yeo

Mrs Taylor was a widow who always dressed in black. For thirty years she had worn black clothes, a black armband and a black scarf covering her head. I once asked why? This was her reply :

“My husband Jack was a sailor, who perished in the cruel sea. We threw black wreaths in the sea when he died. In the depths of the ocean there is no night or day. The sun never penetrates and there is eternal black. I wear black to remember Jack, When I die I will be with him. We will be together in eternal black.”

My response to this weeks 100 word challenge the word ~ BLACK

The Hard Lesson

Posted on Sep 14, 2014 by John Yeo | Leave a comment

This is the latest ”Picture-it-and-Write” prompt from Ermilia’s blog~

__picture it & write

As usual the picture is provided and credited by Ermilia

THE HARD WAY
by John Yeo

You are now a member of our club girl,
Welcome to our gang.
You are our friend, a jewel,
A painted lady, you are one of us!
Nobody tells us what to do,
We stick together, through thick and thin.

Our badge of honour is the tattooed skull
We wear our disguise with pride.
To hide our true faces from the world,
Misunderstood, a private group.
We follow each other, not the crowd.
You do as we do now.

The tattooed uniform of our special gang
You have the skull for life.
We are very solitary, hiding behind our hands.
Our fearsome skulls protect us,
A tattooed statement always there,
If you don’t like me, I don’t care.

We have taught you something today girl
A lesson learned in a very hard way.
The step you have taken shows courage,
You will be recognised everywhere.
The skull you display so proudly
Shows you never had a care.

Five Senses of Wistful Thinking

Posted on Sep 13, 2014 by John Yeo | 2 Comments

FIVE SENSES OF WISTFUL THINKING

By John Yeo

SIGHT~SOUND~SMELL~TASTE~TOUCH

What do you want most in the world?
The sage old Guru asked, when I met him for lunch in the college refectory.
I pondered for a few seconds, my mind racing over the many possible answers to his question.
I began to think and value the things I already have. My lovely wife and our happy relationship, our simple lifestyle that we already value so much
Our family, I would want them all to be very healthy and happy in their unique individual ways. Good health for the rest of our lives would come top of the list for both Margaret and myself. Enough to eat and an absence of thirst would also be there, along with the peace of mind that comes with freedom from worry and stress. The peace that comes from valuing one another and respecting each others opinion and point of view, would certainly be there sharing the top spot of any answer to a most wanted requirement from life.

SIGHT~ Globally, I would like to see, Peace all over the world. Nations living side-by-side, with freedom from fear. Accepting each other in friendship. An impossible dream? Perhaps.

SOUND~ I would like to hear the silence, following the fiinal cessation of the bombing of the innocents. Then the birds singing the dawn chorus in Spring.

SMELL~ I would like to smell the scented Spring flowers in my garden and the smell of a newly mowed lawn. Masking the imagined stench of death and bloodshed, that is the present reality in many parts of the world.

TOUCH~ I would like to feel and touch the raindrops, falling on our skin as we drink the fresh water from a Spring shower. Washing away the fear of sudden death from war or sickness or famine.

TASTE~ I would relish the taste of very cold clear fresh water that has flowed from a mountain stream to nourish the earth. Then the taste of the fruits and food that spring from the clear refreshing rain. I would taste the salt in the tears that are shed for the lack of understanding in this world where many people go hungry and die of thirst.

What do I want most in this world?~

EQUALITY IN THE PEACE OF FAITH ~THE HOPE THAT THINGS CAN ONLY GET BETTER FOR ALL

Picture it and Write~Rebuilding and Reshaping

Posted on Sep 9, 2014 by John Yeo | 2 Comments

This is the latest “Picture it and Write” image from Ermilia’s blog~

Picture it & Write

As usual the image is supplied and acknowledged by Ermilia

Reshaping and reconstruction

By John Yeo

The layers of the mind reflect in the images that the facial front presents to the world. Very deeply in the innermost layer, lie the feelings that we are reluctant to share with the world.
Sarah had a plasticity that was uncontrollable. Happy news would bring floods of tears to her eyes and she found a pleasant experience, very sad. When she was angry a huge smile would light up her face and she would have great difficulty in expressing her anger. One day a huge dog attacked her in the park and she started to laugh uncontrollably. The blood spurting from a wound in her leg, brought gales of laughter as she was transported to hospital by ambulance.
After treatment in the Accident and Emergency department, Sarah was examined by a phsychiatrist, who arranged some appointments to treat her very deeply embedded, contrary expression of her innermost feelings.
Over the next several months the phsychiatrist uncovered each individual facet of her personality and re-adjusted the facial front to some semblance of normality. This process took many months as Sarah’s personality and reactions to outside events, were reconstructed through therapy.
By re-building and re-integrating each individual face that made up her personality, Sarah’s life became peaceful and full of hearts and flowers.

THE GET-TOGETHER

Posted on Sep 4, 2014 by John Yeo | 2 Comments

ROBERT LEE BREWER’S WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT.
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-278

For today’s prompt, write a framily poem. That’s not a typo. I’m thinking framily: friends and family (you know, like Sprint’s framily phone plan?). Okay, it’s a little silly using the word “framily,” but when have I avoided silly? Write a poem that involves (or is inspired by) your friends and family. Everyone should have a good story to tell, whether it’s funny, sad, serious, etc.

THE GET-TOGETHER

By John Yeo

The coach sped through the dark night,

We were on the way to grieve,

Sadness had gripped the dying embers

When Grandfather passed away.

Many people gathered to mourn his flight,

To wish him well, now he had taken his leave.

The get-together, the homily, everyone remembers.

A fine man with his humorous way.

Friends and family gathered, to respect his wishes.

A solemn occasion, the priest began to read

These words were his testament from beyond,

Addressed to us all as we waited.

My dear friends and family, I have no issues,

To leave. I love you all and I say God-speed!

Be as happy as I was, I love you together,

MY FRAMILY, I love you all still.

Velvet Verbosity ~ 100 word challenge

Posted on Sep 4, 2014 by John Yeo | 4 Comments

This post is a response to this weeks 100 word challenge by http://www.velvetverbosity.com

GRUFF

All my friends liked Miss Lawson, the music teacher, she formed the school choir. I had a very melodic boyish treble voice, and I was chosen to sing several solo pieces of music, much to my delight. We had a very important performance, as I started to sing my solo, my voice suddenly became very hoarse and gruff. This ended my singing career in the choir, as my voice began to break and I developed a very deep double bass voice that bordered on sandpaper grinding on metal. Then Jazz made me a singer again with a voice like Satchmo.

100-Word-Challenge
The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is “Gruff“

The Youngster~ 100 word challenge

Posted on Aug 28, 2014 by John Yeo | Leave a comment

Velvet Verbosity 100 word challenge

http://www.velvetverbosity.com/blog/2014/8/26/100-words-392-all-i-want

THE YOUNGSTER

Always beaten by his brothers and sisters, Felix was the youngster of nine children. Mum and Dad were descendants of immigrants to this wonderful land of opportunity. Felix was very quick witted at school and because he was of short stature he became known as Felix-the-runt, from the O’Shaughnessy family. Whenever Felix heard this word he became enraged and came out fighting like a bull. Felix developed into a very hard man and he became a professional boxer. The day he fought for the featherweight championship his trainer whispered in his ear, “Come on Runty”. Felix is the new champion.

MALFUNCTION

Posted on Aug 28, 2014 by John Yeo | 2 Comments

ROBERT LEE BREWER’S WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT.
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-277
For today’s prompt, write a malfunction poem. Yes, I changed today’s originally planned prompt to fit today’s circumstances. Sometimes you just gotta have that kind of flexibility. However, not everyone handles malfunction the same: some roll with the punches, some throw punches, some throw fits, some quit, some try again, and so on. Plus, there’s any number of malfunctions out there: wardrobe malfunctions, mechanical malfunctions, and heck, I think many of my poems suffer a malfunction or three. Let’s get at it.

MALFUNCTION

By John Yeo

I have just had some very sad news,

My memory has not been too great

of late.

I forget what the Doctor actually said

Somehow I wasn’t in tune.

I had a vision that was too good to lose,

I felt the influence too sad to waste

or replace.

The Nurse took me home, I forget what she said,

I can almost hum the tune.

I got lost last week in our local mews,

It was scary to be alone in that place,

hard to retrace

the steps I took to my familiar homestead.

How did that music resume?

My family made me an offer too good to refuse,

I will go to paradise, a room of my own,

in a nursing home.

With many lovely people with blank friendly faces.

I am sure the tune will come to me soon.

Picture-it-and -Write~ The Survivor

Posted on Aug 25, 2014 by John Yeo | 4 Comments

This is the latest “Picture it and Write” image from Ermilia’s blog~

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/picture-it-write-38/
As usual the image is provided and credited by Ermilia

THE SURVIVOR

By John Yeo

Eons ago when the Earth was young and in the process of development. Two tribes fought for supremacy, for the food and space to live on the planet, The Humans and the malicious, vicious brainless Hulks. The Humans wandered through the world leading peaceful lives, hunting and gathering just enough food for the survival of the tribe.

The Hulks were a jumping race, who bounced through life like Kangaroos, trapping and slaughtering many animals in their travels, leaving blood-soaked carcases strewn across the earth. The Hulks would often try to capture and kill the Humans for sport. Usually they were outwitted by the superior brain-power and adaptability of the Humans.

Then came the cold, freezing ice-age, many species were wiped out, as the ice settled over the planet and locked the land and food supply. The superior brainpower and adaptability of the Human race, allowed them to find ways to hunt and use skins of their prey for warmth. Many survived the devastating cold and a hardy race of Humankind settled to exist until the thaw came. The brainless Hulks were wiped out almost instantly, without the resources to adapt and survive, they were helpless against the extreme cold that locked the earth with an iron grip.

Many centuries later scientists discovered a Hulk, frozen solid, on an undiscovered iceberg, that had suddenly risen from the depths of the sea. There was an uproar as it was discovered that we had the technology to defrost the body and bring the Hulk back to life. Religious leaders were up in arms against this unnatural interference with God’s will and the decision to go ahead was indefinitely postponed.

Then it was reported that unknown thieves had broken into the ice-store and stolen the still ice-bound body. Rumour had it that a powerful organisation had transported the specimen to a private lab on a remote ice-field in the North,with the intention to bring the Hulk to life and clone and breed the offspring for sport.

This gave rise to another theory that there had been some in-breeding between the Hulks and Humans before the ice age and some of the brainless traits of the long dead Hulks had survived and still existed in certain members of Humanity.

Then shocking news was relayed around a stunned world that the Hulk had been brought back to life and was on the loose bouncing around the remote jungles of Peru, having been transported in a container vessel by unscrupulous villains intent on holding the world to ransom.

Many blood-soaked bodies have been discovered since, as it is suspected that the Hulk was paired with a native tribal woman producing many jumping offspring. Brainlessness has been reintroduced and is rapidly spreading throughout the civilised world.

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