AFTERNOON TEA

AFTERNOON TEA

by John Yeo

MONDAY 18th MAY 2020

AFTERNOON TEA

I thought I would display a photograph of a varied bone china tea set that we were served with, in a delightful little tea shop In

town. We love the authenticity of drinking tea from bone china.

The presence of a tea strainer suggests there are authentic tea leaves in the pot. This is another aspect of the ritual having tea that has sadly gone to the dogs with the universal introduction of tea bags.

Looking closely at the tea set, it becomes clear that not one of the pieces actually match. They are obviously a mismatch of various tea sets that have been put together randomly. I love the teapotwith the birds and butterflies, this was probably from an expensive tea set that suffered breakages of individual pieces over the years and it now lives with the remains of several other tea sets. I wonder if the proprietors of this tea shop rescued these individual pieces from charity shops and jumble sales.

I hesitate to think how many people have enjoyed afternoon tea from these separate pieces over the years and under what circumstances. There must be a thousand gallons of water and washing up liquid and gallons of tea that have passed through and gently caressed the delicate surfaces. Every cup tells a story.

THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

by John Yeo

A tiny spark of dormancy waits for revival,

Encased in a fuzzy cloud of mundanity.

When time and the mixture of conditions allow

Growth begins from within the uncertainty.

A creation of beauty is coming slowly together.

~

The beauty and the perils that await the entity,

As a fragile life becomes stronger with time.

The magical moment when a muddle of words

Takes a solid shape in a rough draft outline.

A creation shaped slowly with poetical guidance.

~

Words encased with fine vibrancy, line by line.

Ringing through the portals of the poets mind.

The entity that grew from a shapeless design.

A thing of beauty with strength and fluidity

Produced and nurtured from a tiny seedling.

A vision; then the growth of beauty in words.

 

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NO EXCUSE

NO EXCUSE

by John Yeo

People are passing away here
The graphs tell a frightening story
The media screams in mortal dread
When a lockdown becomes mandatory.
This new deadly virus spreads rapidly
Infecting the populace everywhere
The daily toll mounts, life is cheap now
Our prospects are extremely unclear.

My determination for living today,
Rests firmly in the here and now,
Margaret, will always be my best friend
With me sharing every step of the way.
We face the rigours of age and decay
With no other weapons but our faith.
Faith that my wife and I will survive
And overcome anything in our way.

Our families touch our lives always
Entwined and part of us both.
As we face this pandemic together
With love and acceptance to all.
My soulmate and I came together,
We built our lives with tender care.
I look for her and knowingly smile
Whenever I turn round she’s there.

This new deadly virus spreads rapidly
Infecting the populace everywhere
The daily toll mounts, life is cheap now
Our prospects are extremely unclear.
We tackle this new plague together
Without regret, fear or despair.
We need no excuse for each other
Acceptance will always be here.

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A WRITER’S HAWK

MONDAY 11th MAY 2020


A WRITER’S HAWK

by John Yeo


Soaring freely with the winds of time

Writing requires much persistence

Expressing feelings so hard to define.

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Eyes searching the terrain sublime

Looking for inspirational subsistence

Soaring freely with the winds of time.

~

Swooping low before you can climb

Searching for continued existence

Expressing feelings so hard to define.

~

To stretch imagination is never a crime

In spite of harsh critical resistance

Soaring freely with the winds of time.

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Fulfilling a hunger hard to prlme

Pushing hard with a sharp insistence

Expressing feelings so hard to define.

~

Hunting for perfection in any instance

Fighting against a passive resistance

Soaring freely with the winds of time

Expressing feelings so hard to define.


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LUCKY NUMBER

LUCKY NUMBER ~ A little revision with a slight deviation from the usual subjective vision. Take a four-leafed clover and break off a leaf then subject yourself to much derision. Such is the usual consequence of breaking the mold.

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.

~

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FOLLOWING A LIFE


For today’s prompt, pick a direction, make that the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. There are so many directions: north, south, up, down, left, right, over, under, etc. But there are also more specific directions like “Across the Way,” “Through the Woods,” and “Beyond the Clearing.” Or give directions like “Clean Your Room,” “Tie Your Shoes,” or “Get Over Here.”

Saturday 27th April 2019

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN

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

Which direction shall we choose?

FOLLOWING A LIFE


by John Yeo

The trail is very obscure,
Many twists and turns
Billions have come this way
The path is very well worn.

Across the seas, another shore,
There are many signs,
Many corners, many directions,
Many examples to follow.

One door unlocks another door,
The instinct quickly learns
The only way is forward,
Be kind, be gentle, be firm.

Your trail began at birth,
Already the myriad clues and signs
Were building a pattern to follow.
The learning never ends.

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SUNSET


For today’s prompt, write an evening poem. A poem about or during the night. Or take evening a completely different direction and think of evening the score or making things more even (or fair or whatever).

Friday 26th April 2019

DAY TWENTY-SIX

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

SEE, ONE LOVES THE SUNSET WHEN ONE IS SO SAD‘ 

Quote from  ‘The Little Prince’
by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

SUNSET


by John Yeo

The sun rises in a blaze of glory,
Sunrise warms the Earth.
Children are born and breathe life.
The sun circles the globe bringing a warm glow.
People live, love, bathe in the rays.

Survival and intellectual growth develop
As life begins when the sun starts the day
Lighting the clouds and bringing joy.

Birth, Life, Joy,
Sunrise, Happiness,
Midday, Evening, Tears,
Sadness. Sunset.
‘You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.’

One loves the sunrise at dawn when one feels happy.
Happiness, when the balance is in harmony,
The day full of joy with love and warmth.
The sun brings the evening and sadness approaches,

Depression when the balance of the mind is upset,
The day seems black, nothing to feel,
Night brings sleep and stilled thought.
‘You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.’

©️ Written by John Yeo~ All rights reserved.

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BREAK-UP


For today’s prompt, write an exile poem. Exile is a noun, a verb, and an American rock band from Richmond, Kentucky. A person, animal, or object can be exiled. But people and animals also exile others–or even exile themselves.

Thursday 25th April 2019

DAY TWENTY-FIVE

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

BREAK-UP


by John Yeo

The reason I have to suffer in exile
Escapes me, life can be so cruel,
My response is to live life without a smile.

You set your trap with craft and guile
I was putty in your hands when I left school
The reason I have to suffer in exile.

We started to live out our lives in style
My emotions swirled an awakening
whirlpool,
My response is to live life without a smile.

I refused to walk down the marital aisle
You twisted my words to catch a fool
The reason I have to suffer in exile.

I was found guilty without a fair trial
I feel as if I’m a subject for ridicule
My response is to live life without a smile.

You seduced me with your wealthy lifestyle
Using my innocence as a tool to refuel
The reason I have to suffer in exile.
My response is to live life without a smile.

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COMPLETE EXHAUSTION


For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Complete (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: “Complete Best Day I Ever Had,” “Complete Guide to Writing Poems,” “Completely Wrong Way,” and “Completed Set.”

Wednesday 24th April 2019

DAY TWENTY-FOUR

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

COMPLETE EXHAUSTION


by John Yeo

A dash of yellow and black
Signalled the Cheetahs approach.
Flashing across the plain.
Driven by hunger for blood.

The deer was on full alert.
Her ears pricked up in alarm,
Speeding away at full speed
Racing away from danger.

The chase was harsh and savage
As the deer was quickly run down.
She was caught and fell in pain
Overcome with sheer exhaustion.

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MISINTERPRETATION

Time for our fourth (but not final) Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

Write a free poem. Write a not free poem.

Remember: These are just matches meant to spark your creativity; you are free to poem wherever you wish.

Tuesday 23rd April 2019

DAY TWENTY-THREE

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

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MISINTERPRETATION


by John Yeo

“Do you have to torture me, trapped in here?
I enjoy your treats when I cry out to you.
I think you like the sound of my voice
Complaining in tune.”
~
“I particularly hate that hook by the window,
Where you sometimes hang this cage.
I envy the freedom of birds in flight.
My soul breaks out in tune.”
~
“My heart is slowly wasting away
I am losing the urge to keep up the fight,
Yet whenever I try to reach you, to beg for release,
You reward my tune with a treat.”

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FREE SPIRIT


Time for our fourth (but not final) Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

Write a free poem. Write a not free poem.

Remember: These are just matches meant to spark your creativity; you are free to poem wherever you wish.

Tuesday 23rd April 2019

DAY TWENTY-THREE

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

FREE SPIRIT


by John Yeo

The wind is a spirit set free,
Gusty and wild, without restraint
The wind will always be free.

Cool breezes, wafting, fanning,
A calm wind is a passive friend
The wind is a spirit set free.

The wild wind is a raging beast,
Angry power unrestrained,
The wind will always be free.

Dancing air-waves across the sea,
Gusting whirlwinds in the desert
The wind is a spirit set free.

We use the force of the powerful wind,
We harness the power not the wind
The wind will always be free.

The winds power is a force for good,
Warm thermals softly gusting,
The wind is a spirit set free,
The wind will always be free.

©️ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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