LUCKY NUMBER

For today’s prompt, write a lucky number poem. Some people have lucky numbers, some don’t. Wherever you fall on the lucky number spectrum, you can still write a poem about the phenomenon of lucky numbers and/or luck in general.

Monday 8th April 2019

DAY EIGHT

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

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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.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

UNLUCKY NUMBER


For today’s prompt, write a lucky number poem. Some people have lucky numbers, some don’t. Wherever you fall on the lucky number spectrum, you can still write a poem about the phenomenon of lucky numbers and/or luck in general.

Monday 8th April 2019

DAY EIGHT

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

UNLUCKY NUMBER


by John Yeo

Hooray! The expected parcel arrived today,
Six foot tall and very heavy
My bookcase, flat packed in pieces.
Excitedly I open the box to search
For the self-assembly instructions.

These are obviously the sides,
This must be the top and bottom
Where are the instructions?
White plastic packaging to preserve
The parts from damage in transit.

Some small packages of nuts and bolts,
Metal brackets and rails.
Where are the instructions?
Ah! Paper on the bottom very clear,
The instructions written in Mandarin?

Horror of horrors, I telephone the UK number,
Sorry the number you are calling is busy.
I take a screwdriver and begin the task,
The bookcase is coming together,
I try phoning the number again, still busy.

I continue the task of fitting together
The cabinet, with tools and my instinct,
I fit the parts, the bookcase stands tall
I try the unlucky number again; still busy,
I tear the instructions up my task completed;
Using self help as my guide.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

NATURAL JEALOUSY

Woo-hoo! We’re a week into this challenge. Let’s keep at it! For today’s prompt, write a jealous poem. Maybe you’re jealous. Or maybe someone else is jealous of you–or someone else. Whether envious of another or suspicious of a partner, dive deep into this emotion today.

Sunday 7th April 2019

DAY SEVEN

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

Image courtesy of pixabay.com

NATURAL JEALOUSY


by John Yeo

Jules was a man with a mission
A man who was dedicated and firm
A man who was incredibly competitive
The opposition had a lot to learn.
Jules put a lot of effort into his creation
Nurtured his monster cabbage with care
Used the finest plant food available
To build a specimen succulent and rare.

Peter was the epitome of the competition,
A grower who bent all the rules.
He nurtured his vegetables with loving care
Laughed at the efforts of his rival, Jules.
The growers vied for the ultimate prize
The best in show at the village fair.
Jules showered his cabbage with care
Peter’s concern was the ultimate size.

That was where the similarity ended,
As jealousy raised its ugly head.
Jules became extremely offended
Over a chance comment carelessly said.
Peter’s cabbage was suddenly nibbled
By a thousand yellow caterpillars.
It was a mystery where they appeared from
As Jules cabbage looked equally troubled.

Finally the prize went to Mary and Jane
They stole the prize for the best in show.
Peter and Jules came to furious blows
As their competitive spirits rose.
Both accused one another outwardly
Of introducing the offending grubs.
They took their wives Mary and Jane
For a night out in two of the local pubs.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved