SATURDAY 29th AUGUST 2020
Weekend Writing Prompt #172 – Endless
ENDLESS
by John Yeo
Endless in eighteen words
Of course there’s nothing simpler
Make the word first in the verse
Mission accomplished!
(18 WORDS)
ENDLESS
Home » Poetry (Page 12)
Category Archives: Poetry
WISDOM TEETH WOES
WEDNESDAY 26th AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
by John Yeo
I feel as the time for the operation gets close
The impact of the decision is becoming clear
I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.
~
When I heard the decision my heart just froze
I can imagine the effects with a deepening fear
I feel as the time for the operation gets close.
~
The pain I’m suffering isn’t a psychological pose.
Nothing on earth will bring any lighthearted cheer
I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.
~
The pain fills my mouth and reaches my nose
This horrendous feeling of pain becomes clear
I feel as the time for the operation gets close
~
Painkillers are tempting my head to propose
Glasses of whiskey with many bottles of beer
I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.
~
I can’t sleep or concentrate, my mind has just froze
I spend hours in continuous pain so severe
I feel as the time for the operation gets close.
I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.
© Written by John Yeo
THE FLAVOUR OF TRUTH
MONDAY 24th AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
THE FLAVOUR OF TRUTH
by John Yeo
The Leader has declared the virus is dead!
A cure discovered, but where’s the proof?
The media refute the lies, however widespread
barely contain the flavour of truth.
People are testing positive, rumours are shed.
The opposition has issued a dramatic reproof
Leaving the population with a feeling of dread,
Our future is in the realms of dishonest misuse
of power that corrupts the soul by the head
Words that barely contain the flavour of truth,
Their Leader has declared the virus is dead.
© Written by John Yeo
I WAS HIS BUT HE WASN’T MINE
FRIDAY 21st AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
I WAS HIS BUT HE WASN’T MINE
by John Yeo
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
As she gave the court her explanation.
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.
~
The Judge smiled, his thoughts to confine
How could this girl kill without compunction?
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
~
The lawyers pleaded a compassionate line
Pleading a mental state, her sad Iteration
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.
~
The jury concentrated, she seemed so benign,
The outcome was sure without complication
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
~
Witnesses drew a portrait of a man so fine
Josephine had killed without rationalisation
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.’
~
The judge gave his verdict a cell should confine
Her to a life of internment and sad isolation
Josephine smiled and looked so divine
‘The fact is, I was his but he wasn’t mine.’
© Written by John Yeo
MANGY MAX
WEDNESDAY 19th AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
by John Yeo
The family pet, went by the name of Mangy Max
An aloof, predatory thoroughbred cat
A furry feline rebel who preferred to relax.
Sleeping on his cushions eating tasty snacks.
Purring and preening on his favourite mat.
The family pet, went by the name of Mangy Max.
~
At night he would prowl out on hunting attacks
Chasing mice and his enemy the wild black rat
Max, a furry, feline rebel who preferred to relax.
Wild rats usually run together in packs
When meeting a mouse, he hissed and spat.
The family pet, went by the name of Mangy Max.
~
He ruled his territory leaving scent in his tracks
Then arrived home following his nocturnal combat
Max, a furry, feline rebel who preferred to relax.
Max left his calling card next door with a splat
The neighbour rushed out shouting ‘Scat!
Do your business elsewhere you pesky cat.’
~
Dawn arrived with the sun and the preening acts
To procure peace away from the hate-word scat
The family pet, went by the name of Mangy Max.
A furry feline rebel who preferred to relax.
© Written by John Yeo
DIFFICULT DAYS
SUNDAY 16th AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
August writing prompts
DIFFICULT DAYS
by John Yeo
Charlotte was despairing of work on Mondays
It always too busy at her waitress station
Mondays were always her most difficult days.
~
Yet the diners were satisfied and full of praise
Of her efficiency and always careful attention
Charlotte was despairing of work on Mondays.
~
Charlotte started the week in a dreadful malaise
Then gradually got over her initial frustration
Mondays were always her most difficult days.
~
Work was always a joy during her happy phase
Everyone was impressed by her dedication
Charlotte was despairing of work on Mondays.
~
Her contrasting demeanour never ceased to amaze
She happily worked hard without compunction
But Mondays were always her most difficult days.
~
Management decided her work to appraise
Ordering a four day week as the only solution
Charlotte was despairing of work on Mondays
Mondays were always her most difficult days.
© Written by John Yeo
.
THE APOSTLE OF JOSTLE
SATURDAY 15th AUGUST 2020
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/author/sammicoxwriter/
THE APOSTLE OF JOSTLE
by John Yeo
The leader of the pickpocket gang was Throstle,
the Apostle of Jostle.
He would act docile,
Bump into some random old fossil,
While the other members of the gang would complete the hustle.
Until one fearless old fossil
struck Throstle back, hard.
(42 WORDS)
A SIZABLE SANCTUARY
TUESDAY 11th AUGUST 2020
This post is written by response to a prompt by ‘M’ on WordPress which can be accessed by following the link below.
August writing prompts
A SIZABLE SANCTUARY
by John Yeo
The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury
Every need of the occupant was catered for
The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.
~
The Captain headed off on this voyage in a hurry
The passenger laid back watching the receding shore
The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury.
~
The wind on the waves blew calm and blustery
As the boat left for distant parts to explore
The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.
~
The rich man had left the pandemic instantly
News broke of the deaths and spread, so sure
The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury.
~
The awful truth of the dangers and the discovery
The symptoms were much too plain to ignore
The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.
~
His medical team monitored his health constantly
As the wealthy man gazed from his position offshore,
The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury.
The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.
~
© Written by John Yeo
DR. GALAXY
Sunday 9th August 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
by John Yeo
Dr Galaxy was in charge of Covid isolation ward E,
Anonymous with her face visor covered by a mask
She was suited and booted covered with PPE.
~
She wore her name on a badge all could plainly see
She was a healing presence with an unenviable task
Dr Galaxy was in charge of Covid isolation ward E.
~
When the horrors accumulated to a terrible degree
Surrounded by suffering the infection rate vast
She was suited and booted covered with PPE.
~
High tension in the ward, science couldn’t foresee
Some recovered, yet many patients breathed their last,
Dr Galaxy was in charge of Covid isolation ward E.
~
It seemed the virus, out of control, running free,
Indiscriminately passing from person to person so fast
Staff were suited and booted covered with PPE
~
The professionals clapped whenever a patient was free,
They were too busy fighting to stop in their glory to bask,
Dr Galaxy was in charge of Covid isolation ward E.
She was suited and booted covered with PPE.
© Written by John Yeo
BITTER BANANAS
WEDNESDAY 5th AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
BITTER BANANAS
by John Yeo
Pedro and Miguel entered the bar sensing the drama
That had taken place in this Cabana that morning,
A fight had broken out over the bitter taste of bananas.
~
They ordered two banana smoothies and two Americanos,
Pedro grabbed the barman’s collar and issued a warning,
Both men wore multicoloured identity shielding bandanas.
~
Miguel placed a hand on the polished bar in Havana,
A hand of juicy yellow bananas without any forewarning,
‘Use these for our smoothies, not your green bitter bananas.’
~
Miguel and Pedro entered the bar with a hand of bananas,
The barman grabbed them and soon the juicer was forming
Two perfect smoothies, accompanying two Americanos.
~
Pedro and Miguel paid the bill and headed for the savannahs,
The barman then waited to juice his bananas, confirming
He never had trouble again, from serving bitter bananas.
© Written by John Yeo
johnandmargaret1607 