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What ruins a man? Indeed! Or what ruins a woman?
A highly inflated opinion of themselves. Sadly unbalanced.
If one has a balanced view of the world, the inevitable decay
Of self opinionated ruinous decay will be slowed considerably.
Ruin starts slowly and picks up speed.L
Gin was was once called “Mothers ruin” in Victorian England.
Consumption of too much gin at any time, can ruin either
Mother or Father, in a balanced society.
Written by John Yeo ©
MY SECRET PLACE
By John Yeo
(1) ~ The Gateway.
I know a private secret place,
That is almost impenetrable to all,
I can alter the vistas and rearrange,
The outlook and furnish my private space,
With dreams and schemes and imagination,
I am careful of the contents, How much I reveal
I carry my secret place wherever I find
Some stimulation for my fertile mind.
(2) ~ The Entrance.
A waterfall guards the entrance
Of a tunnel to a valley beyond.
As you arrive at the end, two Peacocks
Gaze and welcome you to their home.
Streams and brooks with Swans gliding,
A Centaur waits to carry you on his back
To share the pleasure of a magical mind
As you explore this special secret place.
A closely guarded secret place, far too complex to reveal in the “first 50 words”.
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I remember seeing a horrific picture on the news, of a man on fire, running along an unmade road in South East Asia, screaming with the pain of the flames burning his skin. This was the result of Napalm, an incendiary device used as a chemical weapon, to burn the jungle vegetation. This is a terrible, unforgettable, horrific image, that I will never forget.
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A life cut short in the prime, Sadness at the start of the rhyme, You lived on this earth with grace, Lighting a fire within your space, You stunned the world of the word, With writing that was revered, So young to be snatched away, In this cruel heartless way. As I try to praise your depth of thought, The “First 50 Words” is far too short.
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A life cut short in the prime,
Sadness at the start of the rhyme,
You lived on this earth with grace,
Lighting a fire within your space,
You stunned the world of the word,
With writing that was revered,
So young to be snatched away,
In this cruel heartless way.
As I try to praise your depth of thought,
The “First 50 Words” is far too short.
🙂
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It would be difficult to display creativity as practical information,
This world is full of many kinds of creativity.
Try to avoid the discrimination,
By not labelling the different shades of creativity.
Just love creativity in all its wonderful guises,
Practical creativity is to be creative
With a particular goal in sight.
Creative design is very practical.
All creative writing contains practical information,
Although sometimes it is very hard to find.
Creativity can split one hundred words
Into two separate first fifty words, in a poem.
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My story was spellbinding, amazingly I was part of the action. I fought invisible monsters, drifted in time and found myself in a gentle space. Overawed by the breathtaking work of literature I produced, I grabbed the nearest pen and paper and I furiously began writing. The results were incredible, I knew I had writen a best seller. Every word was poetical dynamite, explosive words, resounding from my head to the paper. The vision faded. I awoke from my dream with the realisation that the pen and the paper were also a part of my dream. Dreams can come true.
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OK! Let us look at clouds. No! Not the fluffy white drifting variety that idly drift across a blue sky on a dreamy Spring day. Or the hazy fine silk clouds that make a Summer sky look cloudless. Not the racing grey variety that speed across the sky driven by powerful winds in the Autumn. Look at the thick black stormy clouds of a Winter sky, and be thankful Spring is on the way.
Written by John Yeo ©
Everything in the business was going downhill and we were headed for a financial disaster. The Managing Director called me into his office, and offered me a partnership if I could pull the business round. I agreed to take control, and a deal was thrashed out. It was only then I realised he was leaving me to hold the baby as he was retiring overseas.
Written by John Yeo ©
The rain was pelting down and it was freezing cold. I was standing at the bus stop waiting for a bus to take me to work. A friend driving by, shouted. “Hi John, where is your car? ” Through gritted teeth, I replied. “In the garage, getting repaired!” Then I thought to myself, I will give up food before I give up my car!
Written by John Yeo ©
Deep in the recesses of the fiing cabinet, covered in the cobwebby dust, I turned to the section marked “L”. I pulled a folder with the word LIFE on the cover. Very tattered and very thick, I started to read. Did I really do all that? I swelled my chest, smiled, and I thought, YES!! I pushed the unfinished folder back and closed the drawer.
Written by John Yeo ©
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