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Picture it and Write ~ DOWNSIDE UP

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DOWNSIDE UP

by John Yeo

 In the optical world of the in-between, the visual link with the outside world is very unusual. June was admiring the roots of the trees as growth was curling and springing upwards, sending them up in a tangled spiral. In the gathering cloudy dusk at the very bottom of the tree where the leaves met the clouds a bird began to sing to welcome the sun at night. The moon quickly disappeared beneath her head over the low clouds as the murky day began. Len, a very individual character, decided to go against all convention and stand on his legs. Grasping the trees for balance he was amazed and delighted with this new unusual view of the world. Extolling the difference, he begged his friends and acquaintances to try this new view of life. Everyone laughed. Religious leaders were scornful , how could you go up to heaven, when the heavens were obviously down. Scientists laughed at the idea of walking around upside down on legs, as man had always crawled around the cloudy firmament without any trouble. Len was quickly escorted to a hospital for the disturbed and lives there to this day, writing upside down poetry.

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Picture it and Write ~ PUCK IN A LEAFY DREAM

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MANAGER OF MIRTH

by John Yeo

In the days of the incomparable Bard,

When language was robust and pliable,

He managed to coin the word manager

In a magical dream on a Midsummer night.

“Where is our usual manager of mirth?”

Enquired good king Theseus.

“What revels are in hand?

Oberon, with Puck and Bottom are bland.”

 

I entered the office on a Monday morning

Greeted by the prospect of a mirthless day.

Our manager of mirth said: “Welcome,

Your weekend revels have now ended

Go to your desk and complete that report

Your “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” has ended.”

I looked out of the window facing me

To see a tiny figure playing on a leafy tree.

 

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Picture it and Write ~ THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS

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THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS

by John Yeo 

I will wait for you always. This river runs through the very heart of the city to the sea. The evening sun lights up and reflects beautifully on every ripple on the water. I come here to think and dream of the day you will return.

I grew up in this city where many dreams come true and many more dreams are shattered on the rocks of ill-fortune. My family came here as refugees from a horrendous war, when they made this city their home. They worked very hard to set up a business to raise their children in safety. We did have a happy childhood, in spite of the roughness of the concrete jungle that our neighbourhood became, we adjusted and fitted in.

Then I left school and you and I met each other in college, you were a visiting student from a land far, far away. We fell deeply in love and you promised to marry me one day. We lived, loved and laughed our way through college where we both passed our exams with honours. When your visa ran out you were forced to return to your home.

I will always wait, hoping and praying for your safe return to me. We will marry and be free of all the ties and chains of our parents differing religious views.

One day you will return, then like two free flying doves our spirits will soar and rise above the prejudice and hatred that mars this world.

Come back soon! My love.

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Picture it and Write ~ TALKING PENS

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TALKING PENS

by John Yeo

The eccentric billionaire Maxwell Dickus, hosted a worldwide annual literary competition. The first prize was £100,000 with £50,000 going to the runner-up. The competition is open to all and sundry and is hotly contested around the world. The winner and runner-up are chosen by a public vote in the world press, with television and radio shows collecting the votes. The prizes are presented by some very influential business men and entrepreneurs, who are presented with a very ornate fountain pen, that is as highly valued by the recipients, as the prize is by the writers.

The world financial community became aware of some very serious business leaks of sensitive information, that could only have originated from inside sources. Insider trading was suspected and many private security firms were called in to investigate, without turning up the cause. A separate investigation was made into the wheeling and dealing billionaire Maxwell Dickus without any results.

One day a well respected firm of private investigators, headed by the intrepid famous lady sleuth, Marg, discovered a bugged fountain pen in the office of a dot/com millionaire, who immediately informed the authorities. All the literary prize pens were collected by police, and Maxwell Dickus was arrested for financial fraud. The case against Dickus is underway but proof is virtually impossible as he denies all knowledge of these bugs and pins the blame on the manufacturers who are Chinese in origin.Pens

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Picture it and Write ~ BEDTIME

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White nights by (Juanfer Penagos)

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BEDTIME

by John Yeo

The magic is in the mind, always in the mind. I can grow these globes in the garden of time. With enough effort we can fill a whole sky with populated globes. I can conjure chemicals to mix with other chemicals and cause them to rain on these sterile globes. Some will seed and evolve into life forms, some will continue to revolve around my globes, mixing and merging, populating and depopulating. These new life forms will expand and the fittest will survive……
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“God!”
“Yes Mother.”
“Will you please put your toys away and go to your room, it is late.”
Oh Mother! Please can I just have another couple of eons.

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Picture it and Write ~ Weightless

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WEIGHTLESS

by John Yeo

He found himself
As light as a feather
Floating high,
As high as the clouds
That seemed to support him.

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He was in a state
Of pure weightlessness,
The gasses in the atmosphere
As soft as billowing silk
Holding him up.

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Images floated through his mind.
The birds flying high
Seemed to penetrate his thought.
Drifting weightless,
He thrilled with total exhilaration.

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He knew when in space
The body is weightless.
The initial shock quickly passed
When he realised he was dressed
For the office.

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An alien sound shattered the
Silence on top of the clouds.
“Wake up John!”
The dream picture shattered
Into a million shards.

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Picture it and Write ~ Black Butterflies

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BLACK BUTTERFLIES

by John Yeo

The final general meeting of the year for the “Black Butterfly” society was, as usual, not very well attended. A lot of folk were in the caterpillar stage, gorging themselves on burgers and chips and all manner of junk food. Anything edible on the surface of the planet was disappearing fast and there was even talk of hunger in some areas. It was late Summer and with a long cold Winter ahead, hibernation beckoned for all. Many more were already in the chrysalis stage, hidden underground in many unlikely corners of the world.
The dress code for this very important event of the year was a black bow tie, worn by all, ladies and gentlemen with no exception. All colourful finery was banned as the mourning process and the sadness of the proceedings began. The members were the doomed butterfly men and women, who had emerged from chrysalises in the Spring, then produced their eggs and watched the newborn caterpillars thrive. These young were now readying themselves for the harsh weather ahead. This last meeting was to prepare for the road into the unknown life hereafter.
When Spring arrives again a huge number of black butterfly men and women will appear and continue the cycle of the Life, Death, and Rebirth of the black butterfly species on this blue planet of Aquarius.

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Picture it and Write ~ Water Wars

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WATER WARS

by John Yeo

The land upriver was cultivated by the Blancas, a harsh people with powerful weapons and a large aggressive army, they farmed and lived off their land.

The river was an important life-giving asset to our people, sustaining our crops and quenching our peoples thirst.

Peace reigned in the area until one fateful day when the river began to dry up. The water began to slowly flow and trickle down until eventually the trickle stopped completely and the river became dry. Our people were devastated, the crops drying and dying off, and the elderly and our children were dying of thirst.

Trackers were sent upriver to investigate but never returned, until one fateful day a tracker got back to report the river was dammed upstream by the vicious warlike Blancas. Our leaders were in instant communication with the leaders of the Blancas with little real response. After consultation with our Army chiefs, Captains, Luke, Nathaniel and I, were sent with our chosen men to infiltrate the Blanca’s land and attempt to destroy this monstrous dam.

We left with a mule-train packed with explosives and started out on our journey. Nathaniel went ahead with thirty men to clear the way of patrols by the enemy. We came under heavy fire halfway and I took my patrol to deal with the aggressors. We rejoined the mule-train having sadly lost several men in the dogfight that followed. Finally after more fighting with the loss of some very brave men, we reached the monstrous dam.

Luke took his team of explosive experts and set a very large number of charges using more explosives than required in an attempt to destroy the banks of the river to stop the dam getting rebuilt. The explosion was devastating, the destruction was awesome, levelling the dam and the banks of the river completely. Sadly Luke and his team were killed in the blast.

The raging torrent of white water raced down the dry riverbed, taking everything along in the swirling torrential flood.

Our  people celebrated as their water supply was restored. A bitter war was fought and negotiations are still in progress. We live to fight on as the Water Wars have begun.

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Picture it and Write ~ Decisions? ~ Decisions?

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DECISIONS? ~DECISIONS?

by John Yeo

The garden needs a lot of work and we are at the planning stage. 

“I think if we cut the trees down, we can lay lawns and have a lake for wild-fowl, with flower beds and borders. We can build a summer- house with many arbours and marble statues everywhere. Nature can be modelled, shaped and controlled.” 

“No! Why not have a forest garden and encourage wildlife with deer, squirrels and much birdlife. A natural garden would be best, we don’t need the artificiality of manicured lawns and borders, that is too much like hard work. Nature always wins in the end, whatever we do.”

“We can always concrete the whole area over and build high-rise flats, we could make a lot of money that way. Nature would take a long time to win then!”

“Now you are being silly, I know you don’t like to be overlooked and feel crowded, I see a natural garden, where we keep the trees, and have a woodburning stove. We would have our isolation with privacy to write and create. We will have a vegetable plot with chickens in the middle of our own forest. Nature would be our friend and we would both win then.” 

Yes! We can build a small gallery with workshops and encourage a community of artists and writers. We will build cabins in the yard and sell our work in the gallery shop. Nature would be our partner and our friend.”

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Picture it and Write ~ Girish

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THE MESSENGER

by John Yeo

My Mother was very sick with an incurable cancer, our faith has always been very strong, indeed we had her to thank for our strong belief in God. They say miracles are possible and we continually prayed for her in church. Mother had already outlived all the estimates of her life expectancy by months.

Mother was devoted to her granddaughter, Anne, six years old and very bright. The teachers at Anne’s school swore she knew the answers to the questions before they were asked.

We were woken by the sound of Anne’s musical laughter and her voice talking to someone in the middle of the night. We rushed into her room to find her awake sitting up in bed, “Mummy, Daddy, this is Girish, an angel!” We could see nothing and she was completely alone. “Over there by the window!” We could see nothing there.

“Believe me Mummy, there is an angel standing, just there, smiling and watching us. Can’t you see?”

My wife in a moment of inspiration said, “Describe the angel, does she have golden wings? What is she wearing? Does she have robes of pure shining white material?”

“No Mummy, Girish has no wings and he is wearing a suit, like Daddy does and he is a young man.”

“What did he say that made you laugh?”

“He said, to tell you not to worry because Grandma will be alright, she has gone to heaven and the pains have all gone.”

I immediately telephoned my Mother’s house and a very surprised medic said, “I was just about to call you! Sadly your Mother died peacefully half an hour ago.”

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