First 50 Words~ What ruins a Man?

SUPREMELY BALANCED RUINATION

What ruins a man? Indeed! Or what ruins a woman?
A highly inflated opinion of themselves. Sadly unbalanced.
If one has a balanced view of the world, the inevitable decay
Of self opinionated ruinous decay will be slowed considerably.
Ruin starts slowly and picks up speed.L
Gin was was once called “Mothers ruin” in Victorian England.
Consumption of too much gin at any time, can ruin either
Mother or Father, in a balanced society.

 

Written by John Yeo ©

First 50 words~ My Secret Place

MY SECRET PLACE

By John Yeo

(1) ~ The Gateway.

I know a private secret place,
That is almost impenetrable to all,
I can alter the vistas and rearrange,
The outlook and furnish my private space,
With dreams and schemes and imagination,
I am careful of the contents, How much I reveal
I carry my secret place wherever I find
Some stimulation for my fertile mind.

(2) ~ The Entrance.

A waterfall guards the entrance
Of a tunnel to a valley beyond.
As you arrive at the end, two Peacocks
Gaze and welcome you to their home.
Streams and brooks with Swans gliding,
A Centaur waits to carry you on his back
To share the pleasure of a magical mind
As you explore this special secret place.

A closely guarded secret place, far too complex to reveal in the “first 50 words”.

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First 50 Words~ Incendiary

I remember seeing a horrific picture on the news, of a man on fire, running along an unmade road in South East Asia, screaming with the pain of the flames burning his skin. This was the result of Napalm, an incendiary device used as a chemical weapon, to burn the jungle vegetation. This is a terrible, unforgettable, horrific image, that I will never forget.

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THE SURVIVOR

This is the latest “Picture it and Write” prompt from Ermilia’s blog

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/07/27/picture-it-write-39

The image is provided by Ermilia

THE SURVIVOR

Written by John Yeo

Hallo! This is a picture of me, I am Gallimaufry the grey. I am on my way to our store with some berries to put away for the long cold winter, when food is very scarce.  I put them a hole, in the hollow of an old Oak tree, where we all live during the cold months of the year deep in the forest.

I always dream when I sleep. Last night in my dream I was a giant flying white angel squirrel, I never had to sleep as it was always sunny and we always had as much food as we could eat.

Back here in the harsh real world of the wild forest, I have to protect my store of food from roving gangs of bandit, lazy grey squirrels. These idle mobs will steal a store of food, they are far too lazy to put nuts and berries away for themselves. It is rumored that these gangs are composed mainly of half-breeds, the result of liaisons between grey and the native red  squirrels. I have my doubts about this for many reasons.

The native red squirrels are getting scarce as we grey squirrels take over and displace them from the woodlands. They are very much weaker than us greys and they have a different diet than us, we can eat their food but they have difficulty digesting some of our food.

Our American cousins are known as mini-bears. We are descended from some of these mini-bears, who were brought here and released in the wild many years ago, we have been very successful in making our home here. Sadly hunters are now trying to kill some of us grey squirrels to restore the balance in the numbers between the two separate kinds of squirrel.

We are settled and happy in our little island home, we have learned to survive by squirreling away our little stores of nuts and berries, to get us through the winter.

 

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St Edmundsbury Cathedral ~”REFLECTIONS”~Flower festival.

An exceptional treat was in store for us as we entered the imposing doors of the cathedral. Many people were drawn here from many parts, to view and enjoy the spectacle, a celebration of 100 years of the diocese of St Edmundsbury and Ipswich.

The few examples pictured below show just a very small selection of the beautiful colourful flowers, so imaginatively displayed.

An interesting nationalistic wartime display, showing a helmet with a union jack flag in the background.

White Chrysanthemums and  Blue Agapanthus

A large photograph of the cathedral framed with flowers.

The wolfs head, illustrating a wolf from Saxon legend that was rumoured to have found the head of King Edmund, who was killed in a battle with the Danes in the year 869.

A floral depiction of a Viking vessel

Poppies to commemorate Flanders fields in World War 1

Floral musical instruments on display.

A beautiful countryside floral arrangement ~Sadly with a stuffed fox in the corner.

Hunted, Persecuted by dogs, Stuffed, then brought to a place of worship as an exhibit.

SICK!

A very artistic display~ An empty picture frame, framing real flowers with a floral palette containing colourful flowers to represent paints.

An interesting wooden house set in a lovely floral display.

An impressive brass eagle head, lectern, highly polished and tastefully decorated with flowers 

  

A crumbling mausoleum in the cathedral grounds

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First 50 Words~ Short

A life cut short in the prime, Sadness at the start of the rhyme, You lived on this earth with grace, Lighting a fire within your space, You stunned the world of the word, With writing that was revered, So young to be snatched away, In this cruel heartless way. As I try to praise your depth of thought, The “First 50 Words” is  far too short. 

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A life cut short in the prime,
Sadness at the start of the rhyme,
You lived on this earth with grace,
Lighting a fire within your space,
You stunned the world of the word,
With writing that was revered,
So young to be snatched away,
In this cruel heartless way.
As I try to praise your depth of thought,
The “First 50 Words” is far too short.

🙂

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First 50 Words~Practical Information

CREATIVE PRACTICALITY

It would be difficult to display creativity as practical information,
This world is full of many kinds of creativity.
Try to avoid the discrimination,
By not labelling the different shades of creativity.

Just love creativity in all its wonderful guises,
Practical creativity is to be creative
With a particular goal in sight.
Creative design is very practical.

All creative writing contains practical information,
Although sometimes it is very hard to find.
Creativity can split one hundred words
Into two separate first fifty words, in a poem.

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