Edith is bedridden, living in a flat in Hampstead, London. Every July she would instruct her visitors to open the windows. Edith enjoyed the beautiful music from the open air music concerts, coming from Kenward House. Sadly cancelled this year, due to heavy losses, we invested in a music player.~~~~~~~~~~~
The desert spread out in every direction, we were travelling along the well trod spice routes, to trade for valuable silks and spices. Fierce winds, sand piled on sand forming dunes that masked the rocky terrain. Our water supplies were low, we hoped an oasis was just over the hill~~~~~~
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I was strolling through a beautiful flower-strewn field, towards a brilliant white light.
As if a cloud was looming above, a voice seemed to come from afar shouting. Wake Up! John come back!
I opened my eyes. You were dead we saved your life.
Wow, thanks, I murmured. Very unsure.
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The greenness of the field of Clover took my breath away as I studied the field. The flowers had yet to form and the green Clover stretched all around the perimeter of my peripheral sight creating an emerald vista. A vision of splendour.
My Grandmother was dying from terminal cancer and she begged me to bring her a four leafed Clover. The legendary rare four leafed Clover is reputed to bring good luck and good health, to all lucky enough to encounter the magical power emanating from the four magical leaves.
A bluebird landed where I found the precious Clover.
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This the latest picture prompt from Ermilia’s blog
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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Credits for Picture provided by Ermilia ~
To find oneself in a situation,
Where the object is not available
To fulfil the need for evacuation
Can be really quite uncomfortable.
To ponder the problem of the shortage
Of these objects for general use
People on high sit on the throne
Write poetry and generally muse.
Written by John Yeo (c)
The object of the exercise is to be
As uncontroversial as ever,
To write a poem that reflects
An objectionable object whenever
One has an earthy need to free
The bowels from a blockage, wherever
The need for relief arises
By searching for a public bathroom.
Written by John Yeo (c)
85 year old neighbour Walter was killed last week in a gas explosion. Walter was set in his ways a loner who had no time for anyone except his cat “Smokey”. Walter was hard of hearing and very reclusive, he always had his windows and the doors firmly shut against the world. There was a major incident in the area, vans with loud-speakers attached combed the streets urging, requesting, then ordering everyone to EVACUATE! Then, the huge explosion that ripped through three houses, flattening everything. It was not until three days later that the world noticed the disappearance of Walter. “Smokey” survived.
This is the latest picture prompt from Ermilia,s Blog
A CHILD OF THE UNIVERSE
By John Yeo
I took my newly-wedded wife for the ride of a lifetime. We experienced the sheer exhilaration of flying through the star-filled heavens in the basket of a hot-air balloon.
A romantic night-flight with the panorama of the milky-way stretched out in all directions. We made love in the balloon basket in complete privacy on our wedding-night.
We hope we have succeeded in conceiving, and our baby will be a true, Child of the Universe. It would be really something if it were possible to time the actual birth of our Child of the Universe in another balloon trip across the firmament.
I guess that would be too risky.
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My son came home from work, bolted down his dinner, and announced that Mary his current girlfriend would arrive soon as they were going dancing together. I like Mary and I enquired where they were going to dance. In the car, he smiled, I was dumbfounded. How do you expect to dance in a Mini-car? My son grinned, Dad, it is the latest craze, we drive to the beach, turn the music on loud and Hand-jive. We both just love dancing in the car!
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