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LUCKY NUMBER

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For today’s prompt, write a lucky number poem. Some people have lucky numbers, some don’t. Wherever you fall on the lucky number spectrum, you can still write a poem about the phenomenon of lucky numbers and/or luck in general.

Monday 8th April 2019

DAY EIGHT

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LUCKY NUMBER


by John Yeo

There were three witches stirring the broth
Of the cauldron of fabulous fortune.
Three wise men stared into crystal balls.
A trio of wizards studied the runes.
Three answers to my question gave birth
To my tri-universal problematic equation.

The significant number with firm proof
You will need to follow wherever you roam,
A number that will always be with you;
The key to your future in a third dimension
Wherever you roam in Sea, Sky or Earth.
Look to the cycle of a mystical threesome.

Your lucky number will be with you forever
Engendering three branches of fortune
Three spins; Good, Bad or Indifferent.
Look to the leaves of a four leafed Clover
Then break of a leaf and feel the power.
Of this harsh sometimes brutal world
Where luck lies with the accident of birth.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

UNLUCKY NUMBER

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For today’s prompt, write a lucky number poem. Some people have lucky numbers, some don’t. Wherever you fall on the lucky number spectrum, you can still write a poem about the phenomenon of lucky numbers and/or luck in general.

Monday 8th April 2019

DAY EIGHT

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

UNLUCKY NUMBER


by John Yeo

Hooray! The expected parcel arrived today,
Six foot tall and very heavy
My bookcase, flat packed in pieces.
Excitedly I open the box to search
For the self-assembly instructions.

These are obviously the sides,
This must be the top and bottom
Where are the instructions?
White plastic packaging to preserve
The parts from damage in transit.

Some small packages of nuts and bolts,
Metal brackets and rails.
Where are the instructions?
Ah! Paper on the bottom very clear,
The instructions written in Mandarin?

Horror of horrors, I telephone the UK number,
Sorry the number you are calling is busy.
I take a screwdriver and begin the task,
The bookcase is coming together,
I try phoning the number again, still busy.

I continue the task of fitting together
The cabinet, with tools and my instinct,
I fit the parts, the bookcase stands tall
I try the unlucky number again; still busy,
I tear the instructions up my task completed;
Using self help as my guide.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

NATURAL JEALOUSY

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Woo-hoo! We’re a week into this challenge. Let’s keep at it! For today’s prompt, write a jealous poem. Maybe you’re jealous. Or maybe someone else is jealous of you–or someone else. Whether envious of another or suspicious of a partner, dive deep into this emotion today.

Sunday 7th April 2019

DAY SEVEN

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

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NATURAL JEALOUSY


by John Yeo

Jules was a man with a mission
A man who was dedicated and firm
A man who was incredibly competitive
The opposition had a lot to learn.
Jules put a lot of effort into his creation
Nurtured his monster cabbage with care
Used the finest plant food available
To build a specimen succulent and rare.

Peter was the epitome of the competition,
A grower who bent all the rules.
He nurtured his vegetables with loving care
Laughed at the efforts of his rival, Jules.
The growers vied for the ultimate prize
The best in show at the village fair.
Jules showered his cabbage with care
Peter’s concern was the ultimate size.

That was where the similarity ended,
As jealousy raised its ugly head.
Jules became extremely offended
Over a chance comment carelessly said.
Peter’s cabbage was suddenly nibbled
By a thousand yellow caterpillars.
It was a mystery where they appeared from
As Jules cabbage looked equally troubled.

Finally the prize went to Mary and Jane
They stole the prize for the best in show.
Peter and Jules came to furious blows
As their competitive spirits rose.
Both accused one another outwardly
Of introducing the offending grubs.
They took their wives Mary and Jane
For a night out in two of the local pubs.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

AFTER THE SEED WAS SOWN

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Saturday 6th April 2019

DAY SIX

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

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AFTER THE SEED WAS SOWN


by John Yeo

Was it just a babble of words
That swirled around in my fertile brain?
No, laughed my erstwhile teacher/advisor
Sorting through my scribbled ideas.
‘That’s the seed of a new line of thought
Searching for the moment to erupt.
After much cogitation and fertile study
Into a complete circle of answers sought.’

I searched shadows of ideas in my brain
As the sparkling neurons were lit,
My thoughts began to take shape
New information fed my ideas again.
As the budding concept grew large
Familiarity made the connections secure.
Growth of my ideas helped to demonstrate
A new line of knowledge began to emerge.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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AFTER THE SEED WAS PLANTED

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For today’s prompt, take the phrase “After (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: “After Dinner,” “After You,” “After Hours,” and/or “After I Finish Writing This Poem.”

Saturday 6th April 2019

DAY SIX

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

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AFTER THE SEED WAS PLANTED


by John Yeo

Was it a speck of dust
that had flipped into an empty packet?
No, laughed my chief garden advisor.
Looking a wee bit nonplussed,
‘That is a potential Petunia plant
Searching for the right conditions.’
Although I was still none the wiser
I prepared a natural environment.

After the seed was planted
Moisture was added to the mix
Of enriched potting compost,
The tiny seed began to get started.
Change developed slowly but surely
As metamorphosis began,
Two tiny leaves unfurled in the process,
A new plant life had begun its story.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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HOPE

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Thursday 5th April 2019

DAY FIVE

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

For today’s prompt, write a stolen poem. And no, don’t steal anyone’s poem! But you can write about doing such a thing. Or stealing hearts, stealing time, stealing minds.

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HOPE


by John Yeo

My child has left and gone to work
I lie here alone with my thoughts,
I will not stir, I will not move, I am in pain.
My little girl Hope is twelve years old
Takes care of everything for us both,
Since her mother left us alone again.
When the sadness descended on me.

Hope gets up at dawn to prepare our meal,
Fetches water to wash the clothes,
She cleans the room and takes good care of me.
Hope hides when visitors come to the door
We both need her here to be free, with me.
Hope works in a sweatshop making clothes
for the fat people over the sea.

As I lie here alone the rats appear,
They scuffle around then leave, foodless.
When the landlord calls to collect the rent,
I have noticed the way he looks at my Hope
As she pays him from her paltry earnings.
Mischievous, malevolent lascivious looks
That bode no good for my child.

School for Hope was a couple of years
In a shack for a classroom until;
Her mother left us and Hope went to work.
She has no time for friends or parties
New clothes or games and playing sport,
No time for laughter or enjoying a book.
Hope is too busy working to stop and look.

Selfishly I lie here and let things be.
I know I can never let Hope be free
We are tied to each other irrecoverably,
It is too late for all but my sympathy.
I know I’m a thief and I can clearly see
I have stolen a precious commodity.
The innocent freedom of childhood.

©️Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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EDVARD MUNCH

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Thursday 4th April 2019

DAY FOUR

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

For today’s prompt, pick a painter, make him or her the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible painters include Salvador Dali, Frida Kahlo, or Pablo Picasso. Of course, you don’t have to go with the big names.

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Edvard Munch


By John Yeo

Full of inward fascination,
With an outer gloss of trepidation,
I was entranced by a painting.
A face full of fear and suffering
Shocked beyond all reasoning
With a sad mentality unraveling.

With my curiosity blindly aroused
I couldn’t help thinking out loud.
‘Whoever actually painted this
Must have also suffered painfully’
Edvard Munch a Norwegian artist
Created this work empathetically.

‘The Scream’ an iconic painting.
Reflected art as inward suffering.
Revealed by the artists inward
fear of his own tortured soul.
A legacy of a creative journey toward.
A mirror of beautiful painful love.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Quotes by Edvard Munch

‘From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.’

‘Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye… it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.’

TECHNOLOGY

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Wednesday 3rd April 2019

Day Three

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

For today’s prompt, write an animal poem. The poem could be about an animal. Or it could just mention an animal in passing. Or include an animal in your title and fail to mention the animal once in your poem. Your poem, your rules.

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TECHNOLOGY

by John Yeo

If animals could communicate clearly
And we could understand their thought,
If the Lions could talk to the Lambs
Would the thought processes differ really,
Or give answers to the problems sought
If Bears could converse with Orang-Utans?

How could we eat creatures who question
Our motives for making a meal of them,
Without giving their feelings a thought?
Communication would aid the digestion
Of plants and seeds and bugs. What then?
If Chickens and Turkeys were able to talk.

If Horses became clever with logistics.
Or Pigs preached the wisdom of the ages
Ants could help to govern all smoothly
Monkeys could be studying simplistics
While Ducks would be veritable sages
Humans would be lost in technology.

People have lost the talking habit
Most of them are lost in their phones
People no longer look up and around
No time to chat to a passing Rabbit.
Bees plainly buzz these walking Drones
Who shuffle by without making a sound.

If only People would communicate clearly.

© Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved.

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