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The Light Bright Reflection

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 BLACK AND LIGHT MIRRORED

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This is the latest picture it and write prompt from Ermilia’s blog

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MIRRORED MYSTERY

My beautiful blue mirror is hung in place,

The reflection is my window behind me.

The open red curtains with a red chair to match.

I stand looking and admiring my home in the background.

As I look, the room in my mirror gets dark.

Jet black, nothing is visible, although it is still

Light, in the middle of the day.

I blink and the original view returns.

This startles me. How? Why?

The reflection is still true to life.

What could have caused my mirror to go dark?

Witches, Hobgoblins, Devils or Ghosts!

My mind goes through many twists and turns,

With supernatural reasons and answers.

Did I imagine it, or is there a Ghost,

On the other side of the glass?

Am I about to be approached

By beings from the other side?

Suddenly the mirror goes black, once again.

Black as black! Everything is black.

Then my wife Margaret is beside me.

“Are you all right? You stumbled.

I think you had a blackout!”

I look at my friendly, mirror again,

Reflecting our beautiful home.

I look and think, I love my life.

 As I reflect on how lucky I am.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo. All rights reserved

THE SHRINKING POPULATION

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MINIATURIZATION

By John Yeo

My name is Little John, I am part of the shrinking population. My friend Margaret  looks after me. Margaret is still 5′-5″ tall and was once shorter in height than me, I am now 3″ tall.  I am part of a worldwide experiment to save the planet.

I found myself in her office one day, having hitched a ride on the inside of her umbrella. Whenever anyone approaches and comes near Margaret’s desk, I hide behind the imitation inkwell, next to her computer  keyboard. I also hide from Houseflies, and giant Spiders, and many other flying, stinging, hungry predators. I eat the crumbs from Margaret’s sandwiches and sip the drops of tea in the saucer underneath her teacup.

One day Margaret was bored and folded a large piece of paper, origami style, into a very impressive paper aeroplane. I laughed and Margaret smiled as I climbed aboard my private custom built aircraft. I held on very, very tightly as Margaret took aim and gently threw me on my wings across the office. The ride was exhilarating, we repeated the flight several more times as my excitement grew, we then took my new craft into the open air. This was fantastic, as the wind took control, I glided across the lawn, my scarf flying freely. Margaret took  this photograph with the camera on her i-phone.

I hope one day to be able to take a granule of a pill, like the famous Alice in Wonderland and regain my normal size. They say the shrinking population will eat less and solve the worlds food shortages and space problems. I have my doubts, insects will probably wipe us all out and we will become extinct like the dinosaurs.

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Fragrance and thorns~Beauty and decay~

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This is the latest Picture, from the picture it and write series from Ermilia’s blog

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Fragrance and thorns~ Beauty and decay

Written by John Yeo

The masked ball was the social event of the year, Freddie had decided to attend and furiously prepared his outfit and appearance for what was to be an extraordinary affair, anybody who was anybody would be there. Rumour had it that royalty would be attending, in disguise of course. The night arrived and a procession of large cars and carriages arrived at the country estate. Many people were lining the walls of the ballroom and the conversation was all about guessing who was who behind the various masks. The orchestra stuck up with the opening waltz and the evening began with dance after beautiful dance. Freddie danced continuously, and had marked several cards for the evening. Then came a tango, a beautiful mysterious lady, heavily masked with a skeletal face mask, asked Freddie to dance, How could he refuse? The passionate tango began, the couple danced beautifully together, inspiring gasps of admiration from the assembled crowd. Someone threw a perfect pink rose to the lady dancer, she caught it between her pearly white teeth and continued to dance. There was applause from all quarters of the ballroom. At the end of the dance, she proffered her lips and Freddie removed the rose with his mouth, he fell hopelessly in love. The lady then disappeared into the crowd, never to be seen by Freddie again. The rose wilted and wilted into the shape of a skeletal death’s head, leaving just a memory of the former beauty and fragrance of a mysterious ephemeral fleeting moment in time.  

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BE STRONG~A LIFE HAS GONE

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BE STRONG~
By John Yeo

The peace of the moment.
Reflected in Stillness and Silence,
The shroud tries to conceal
The awful tragic truth.
A young life lived, so short,
So sweet and full of laughter.
The curse of the cancer that eats away,
The frailty of our human defences.

Many a care you faced in a life,
Shrugged away with the ease of youth.
You lived a life in an enquiring way,
Never realising the awful truth.
Many tears have now drowned the moment,
Your short life has sadly expired.
The cancer sapped your strong free will
Until the fight for life back-fired.

Now you lie here, at peace,
We all find it so hard to bear,
Our frailty shows in the tears we shed,
As we say goodbye with a prayer.
Life is a passage from here to somewhere,
A stage in the eternal journey.
A short sweet life has left today
Thanks for the life-long memory.

Copyright (c). Written by John Yeo. All rights reserved.

THE REALITY BEHIND A DREAM

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THE REALITY BEHIND A DREAM


By John Yeo


My Father would laugh about a very strange dream that my Mother had twenty years ago, before I was born.


 My Mother insisted one day that she had been abducted by humanoid aliens. They had taken her to a gigantic flying saucer-like machine where she had been made love to by an alien and impregnated with their seed and life force. The aliens had travelled across the universe from their dying planet to implant their seed to save their race. Conditions here on Earth were alien to them and they were unlikely to survive, this was the only way. They were able to distort our timewaves and my Mother awoke in her bed at home the next morning, as if from a dream.


 My Father laughed at this dream and made fun of her vivid imagination, he always said Mother was a dreamer and this is a very precious gift to have.


 One year later I arrived and Mother and Father were very proud of their new daughter. I had a very happy childhood, I never lacked for anything and I was rarely ill. My parents always asked me about my dreams, Daddy laughingly wondered if I took after my Mother as a dreamer.


 At the age of twenty my features suddenly altered and this unusual growth appeared on my face. I lost the ability to speak, but I found I could read minds and I knew what people were going to say before they opened their mouths. I would actually communicate by thought transference, I found all I had to do was think to make my wishes known.


 I was examined by many Doctors, Psychiatrists and Scientists, I succumbed to every known scientific test but there was no logical explanation for the black and white growth.


 Then my Father suddenly remembered Mother’s very strange dream and a frission of excitement buzzed around the scientific world. I have many extra unusual abilities and there are two protrusions growing on my back as time passes. I know these are wings and I will be able to fly.


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 I was working as an engineer on high power cables,  strapped to a vehicle with a hoist that lifted me high into the air to enable me to reach the overhead cables. Suddenly I blacked out and I could remember nothing from that instant to this day. I was informed by my working colleagues that I had suffered a massive electric shock and I was very lucky to be alive. Indeed the doctors were proclaiming my escape from serious harm a miracle. My hand although perfectly normal to look at in daylight now glowed in a fluorescent way in the dark. Several illustrious learned men had examined my fluorescent hand and there was intense interest in my sparkling hand.


 I remain here in hospital awaiting the results of countless tests. In the next bed to me is a little boy, Billy, who is dying of terminal cancer, on the other side another victim of an accident, Bob, who is conscious but not expected to live. Billy was very interested in my glowing hand, and in the gloom of a cloudy late afternoon in the ward, he asked if he could touch my hand. I said of course, but don’t tell the doctor. Billy shook hands with me and we could both see a sparkling glow travel between both our hands. Billy smiled, and said he could feel the pleasant warmth spreading throughout his body. Bob in the bed next door asked if he could try it and he also reported a strange feeling of  warmth and electric power racing through his body.


 The results of my tests came through and I went home. A few days later I heard that the doctors were getting praised for the miraculous cures of two patients who had not been expected to live, Billy and Bob’s faces were staring at me from the newspapers.


I contacted them both and asked them to keep our secret and I would try to use my electric aftershock without the nuisance of publicity. I now live in a remote farmhouse and travel to many places to bring my electric magic, then fade away into the background again.


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SMASHING JUSTICE

				

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This is my response to the latest Picture it and Write prompt on Ermlia’s blog~


http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/06/01/picture-it-write-yesallwomen/#more-6024


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SMASHING JUSTICE


By John Yeo


The courtroom was packed with supporters for this victim of an alleged horrendous assault. There was much to get through, reams of evidence to be presented and debated. Morals were discussed and heartfelt pleas for justice were heard from many learned people. Our  highly esteemed judge was very well thought of in the city and indeed he had been the recipient of a splendid gift of a cut-glass gavel in recognition of his contribution to justice and the law. This was a very sensitive case and many people, the judges wife included, thought it should never have been brought to court. Of course the judge would never discuss the case with his wife, but she was very sensitive to his mind after 40 years of marriage. After many days of discussion and listening to much legal debate, with countless witnesses from many disciplines and areas of thought, the learned judge announced his decision. To everyone’s horror the judge pronounced the case unproven and the accused: Not Guilty! There was uproar in the courtroom, the judge raised his gavel: Order! Order in the court! There was a splintering of glass as the cut glass gavel that the learned judge’s wife had deliberately substituted, smashed into a thousand fragments. The police moved in to clear the courtroom. Justice and the system of justice had certainly been symbolically  smashed today.


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Picture it and write~ The Second Coming

				

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THE SECOND COMING


By John Yeo


A round globe, a moon that spins gracefully in the emptiness of space. A light that dreams are woven from at nightfall.


A solidity that is taken for granted by association with the physical moon that lights up the night sky.


A moon-like entity came closer and closer to the planet causing uproar and panic among the dinosaurs all over the earth.


The round moon-like entity, composed of a strange substance, drifted to earth and landed among the high rocky mountains.


Then a lava-like substance, the life-force ,that had travelled across the infinity of the universe, just melted into a river.


The river of life then flowed gracefully to the sea, where new life took up residence in the waters that gave birth to all life.


Time passed and new life-forms crawled from the depths of the oceans to take residence on the land.


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Picture it and Write~~ Masks

			


		

		
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MASKS


By John Yeo


 Every situation required a new specially adapted mask to portray the feelings outwardly that were expected from a growing close knit family. Sometimes her face would light up with happiness at a certain milestone. The first words, the first step, then there would be an almost natural expression of maternal pride and satisfaction.


Then at times the face would be a gentle face, that masked the tears inside, after a hurtful thoughtless cruel remark hit hard, penetrating to the core of her being.


 Many times the angry, irate mask would be donned in response to a perceived threat to the children or the home. Then the protective mask would be applied and the voice would be altered to reflect the anger and to defend her family.


 All her world was a stage and she developed a mask to reflect the required response to every possible situation. Instantly adaptable, instantly altered.


 It would only be after many years of caring and protection in the background, often taken for granted.  A Mother would be lost and sincerely mourned and missed.


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Picture it and Write~~

				

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Here is the latest picture prompt from Ermila’s blog


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Stag story


ALL THE WORLD’S A STAG


By John Yeo


Our estate is under threat. Margaret and I  have taxes to pay to the government with an enormous amount of work to be done on the upkeep of our estate, we have to think of something to generate income from all sources of revenue. The situation is dire, the roof is leaking, the heirlooms have been auctioned and we still owe money.


The folk-lore of the estate tells tales of our ancestors who tamed and rode giant stags with enormous antlers that powered through the heather. One day the estate manager and I were returning home from a night out in the local hostelry after researching the problem over various wines and other liquid nourishment. An awesome, fearsome figure loomed on the horizon, picked out in the setting of the evening sun. A giant stag with the most incredible set of antlers we had ever seen. I photographed the stag, then requisitioned a local artist to paint a set of oil paintings.


Then was born the legend of the immortal, incredible God of the stags, miracles were reported and legends spun. People flocked from far and wide to try to catch a glimpse of the Deity, who could surely make wishes come true and heal the sick. Pilgrims arrived from lands afar bringing gold and silver as offerings to the Deity. We used these generous offerings to reconstruct the estate and to build a temple to receive more visitors as our personal miracle continued.


Then one sad day, reality arrived to shatter the illusions in the shape of our artist bearing and sharing the original photograph.


We still have our visitors and believers!


Copyright (c) by John Yeo~~All rights reserved


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