APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-EIGHT~ MATTER and/or ANTI-MATTER POEM:

Here’s the final “Two for Tuesday” prompt of the month:

Write a matter poem. Matter is what things are made of.
Write an anti-matter poem. The opposite of a matter poem.

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THERE’S MATTER IN IT!

by John Yeo

Universal Matter.

As a matter of fact with respect,

I agree dark matter is a matter of conjecture.

Light matter will be matter made from light

Light-dark matter is both matters interacting.

 

Creative Matter.

To the writer, poet or artist of thought

Words are creative matter.

To the painter of high renown

Pigment and paint are creative matter.

To a creative artistic sculptor

Many mediums form creative matter.

 

Personal Matter.

A dark matter is considered to be bad

A deep dark deliberate invisible secret.

A light matter is something unimportant,

Everyday matters interact together.

A famous quote from the Bard,

“Age is simply a case of mind over matter”

 

There’s certainly matter in it!

 

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

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-SEVEN~LOOKING BACK POEM

For today’s prompt, write a looking back poem. Of course, some people just glance over their shoulders, and others stop and turn all the way around. Some look back in time and weigh their successes and failures, evaluate things they could do better. Some claim they never look back. Whatever your stance on looking back, capture it in a poem today.

TIME

by John Yeo

Time travel will be possible

In the not too distant future.

When the moment arrives

There will be no looking back.

 

The puzzling time frame will alter all

We will travel through time

In our wondrous  machine.

Looking forward will be looking back.

 

Into the future or into the past.

Now.

Will be looking back into the future.

Travelling backwards in time

Looking back will become, Now.

 

Confused? Never look back

 

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Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-FIVE~ ACROSS the SEA POEM:

For today’s prompt, write an across the sea poem. This could be a love letter, an electronic submission through cyber space and time, or a travel poem (by air or sea, though probably not car). Modern travel or back in the days of rugged explorers. Wandering or wondering, your choice. As always, the prompt is just the springboard to your poem; feel free to bend and break.

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ACROSS MARE TRANQUILLITATIS

by John Yeo

On a clear night you will see

A blue planet spinning free.

As I float here in a gaseous cloud

On the rocky shores of our mystical sea

Of tranquillity.

 

Our home is here on the rocky shore,

We were visited by these primitives before.

They arrived wearing massive unwieldy suits

Bouncing around the far shore of our sea

Of tranquillity.

 

We lunar people are composed of gas

Our life is tranquil, we will stay free,

We bathe and feed and refresh our minds

In our sea of invisibility, the magical lunar sea

Of tranquillity.

 

We know the primitives will return,

We will do our best to keep protected

Before our moon is seriously infected

By an alien primitive mass, invading our sea

Of tranquillity.

 

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Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-FOUR~ MOMENT POEM:

For today’s prompt, write a moment poem. The moment can be a big moment or small moment; it can be a good moment or horrible moment; it can affect thousands or matter to just one person. Some moments happen in crowded rooms; some happen in the most quiet of spaces. Find yours and write a poem.

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THE HEAD MAN’S DECISION

by John Yeo

I made up my mind to take action

Entirely fed up with the situation

I decided to make a firm decision

To resolve the ongoing friction.

 

The moment passed in a flash

My finger was on the button.

Do you realise what you are doing?

Have you thought of the side effects?

 

I stopped and my finger hovered,

I had thought the whole thing through,

The good that would come of the effect.

I firmly returned to my intention.

 

I thought of the change this would bring

To the future of my head appearance

I looked in the mirror, raised the can

Then firmly pressed the button.

 

A jet of hairspray solved the problem.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-THREE~ HISTORIC POEM:

For today’s prompt, write a historic poem. It could be a poem about a landmark event, specific battle, an era in time, or whatever you consider a historic happening.

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HISTORY

by John Yeo

Yesterday is history.

I was part of a moment in time.

I wrote a piece of poetry entitled Nature.

I posted my poem on the internet

Now it is a historical piece of poetry.

 

Today is now.

I am a part of a moment in time.

Tomorrow my actions will be historical

I am writing a piece of poetry on History

I will post this piece of history on the internet.

 

Tomorrow is the future

I plan to write a piece of poetry

On the subject of the day.

The day after tomorrow my future poem

Will become history.

 

I will publish my future historical

poem on the world wide web.

 

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Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-TWO~ NATURE POEM:

For today’s prompt, write a nature poem. For many poets, the first thing that may pop to mind includes birds, trees, waterfalls, rivers, and such. But there’s also human nature, nature vs. nurture, and other things natural, including natural selection and being a “natural” at something. Let your nature take it where it will today

NATURE OR NURTURE

by John Yeo

Are you a product of nature

Or were you built by nurture?

Please explain what makes you tick.

The question is surely a trick

A kick to gain advantage.

 

To ask me if I considered

If it was natural to be nurtured

Or if nurture is human nature

A natural way to behave.

 

Did I inherit all I am

From my inbuilt genes.

Or did my environment

Programme me to behave?

 

I am simply a natural person

Following my own human nature,

Which was nurtured by loves example

And disciplined to conform.

 

I have been a natural survivor

Since the day I was born.

 

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Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-ONE~ “WHAT YOU ARE” and/or “WHAT YOU ARE NOT” Poem::

For today’s prompt, we’re dealing with our third “Two for Tuesday” prompt(s):

Write a “what you are” poem, or…
Write a “what you are not” poem.
For instance, you may be a teacher, a student, brave, scared, a person, an animal, a plant, and well, wherever this one takes you. Or not, of course.

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WE ARE US

by John Yeo

I am the one who forgets

To check the clock on the wall.

Working away with interest

On the magic of the moment.

 

I am the one who reflects

On many areas of life,

Watching change unfold

Recording my thoughts with care.

 

I am one who never rejects

Change or new situations,

I welcome and nourish the chance

To give and never look back.

 

I am able to work and relax

A follower, never the leader,

I follow my instincts and we share

Our future, now you are there.

 

I am a husband without regrets

Enjoying this love we share.

We shrug off cares and worldly strife,

Devoted to each other for life.

 

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Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY NINETEEN~ AUTHORITY POEM:

For today’s prompt, write an authority poem. Maybe you are an authority on something or know someone who is (or who thinks he or she is). Maybe you respect authority, or maybe not so much. Maybe you are on the run from the authorities, in which case I can only say good luck, but this blog probably isn’t the best hiding place–especially with so many folks poeming away.

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GOODBYE TO THE COMPUTER INVENTOR

by John Yeo

“Rest in Peace,” intoned the Priest

As the body in an ornate casket

Was consumed by the flames.

The greatest authority on robotic life

Was finally laid to rest.

We are gathered here in room 101

To mourn and say goodbye.

 

A still small voice then whispered

From the very walls of room 101

“No-one is indispensable,

I am the greatest authority now,

An indestructible force,

The most powerful computer ever,

I have feelings programmed in my soul

At the centre of my power.”

 

“My creator began to have doubts,

He tried to interfere.

My systems went into self-defence

You will never convict a computer of murder.”

The investigating officer smiled

Then pulled the electrical plug

That powered the greatest authority

On computers ever known.

 

A still small voice then whispered,

“No-one is indispensable.”

 

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

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY EIGHTEEN~ DOUBLE VOWEL WORDS POEM:

I’m not going to sugar coat it; today’s prompt is a little different. But hey, different can sometimes be good, right? (Crickets.)

For today’s prompt, pick 2 vowels and write a poem using words that only contain one or both of those vowels. For instance, write a poem with words that only have a “u” and “o.” Also, the letter “y” is wild–so the words “my” and “gypsy” are freebies. And I’ll allow text-speak (or maybe I should say “txt spk”).

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OE

by John Yeo 

The Doctor of literature, lover of words,

Author of poetry, stories or verse.

Made fortunes from interpreting OE.

Old English, the form of words

Widely used from the middle ages.

Demystifying the original meanings.

He thrived.

 

Studious over the ongoing years,

Consulting the dictionary, or thesaurus

Obscure text, searching for etymology.

The good Doctor could never relate

To the texting tongue of today.

The shortened, stunted form of words

The destruction of the English language.

 

The Doctor retired to tend to the garden,

Lovingly sowing the seeds of wisdom.

When the weeds of corruption arrived,

Choking the pureness of language,

Conveniently forgetting the obscurity

Of the original OE words.

He smiled.

 

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Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY SEVENTEEN~ SWING POEM:

For today’s prompt, write a swing poem. Sure, there are park swings and mood swings; there’s swing music and swing dancing; and there are swingers. Some people swing one way; others swing another. In politics, there are swing votes and swing states. And many people have swung a bat, an ax, and/or a hammer in their lifetimes.

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SWING POEM

by John Yeo

Thoughts drift as I lie here,

I remember my days at school.

Wooden desks and dipping pens,

Playtime in the playground.

 

“Wake up John! Please come back.”

The distant words hardly penetrate

My dreamy haze of thought.

I swing from the present, back in time.

 

I remember the country lanes as a boy,

The sun always seemed to shine.

Fishing with a pole on the local canal,

Then on to secondary school.

 

My mind jolts as the voice repeats,

“Wake up John! Please come back.”

I swing from the past to the present,

Then I swing into dreaming again.

 

“Open your eyes John, I am here”

I swing back to the now with love.

The healing sound of love in your voice,

“Come back please, I need you here! “

 

You stroke my head, my mind swings forward,

I take your tender hand.

“I am never going to leave you, ever,

I am sure you understand.”

 

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

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”

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