APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY THIRTY~ BURY THE BLANK POEM:

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Bury the (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Some possible titles include: “Bury the Hatchet,” “Bury the Body,” “Bury the Past,” “Bury the Hate,” and “Bury the Acorns.”

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BURY THE SEEDS

by John Yeo

Bury the seeds in the minds of the young,

Nurture and take care of their fertile minds.

Allow them freedom to think things through

Watch the growth of ideas spring forth.

Harvest the results of future growth

In technology, the arts, and science.

Enjoy the improvements in life.

 

Bury the seeds of peace and freedom,

Nurture a caring, sharing empathy for all.

Allow a mixture of cultures in life

Promote a feeling of self- worth with thought.

Harvest the feelings of peace and love.

No more war, free speech with equality.

Enjoy sharing the feeling of a natural life.

 

Copyright © 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-NINE~ WHAT NOBODY KNOWS POEM:

For today’s prompt, write a what nobody knows poem. It’s easy to write a poem about what everybody already knows, though it may be difficult to write an interesting poem about such things. Still, use today’s prompt to explore things people may not know–secret stories, locations, and so on.

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WHAT WE NEVER KNOW

by John Yeo 

The cycle of life is variable

An unknown gamble with time.

Everyone is striving for more life,

More happiness, more peace, more love,

More extreme quality to soften their life.

 

The cycle of life is indefinite

The length of your life is uncertain.

The date you will cease to exist

Your date of death is unknown.

Something nobody knows.

 

What nobody knows is the date

The exact date and time of death.

People would do some very strange things

As the date of their death approached

Life as we know it would change.

 

Some would prepare  to meet God.

Some would be sure there is nothing,

Some believe the spirit lives on.

There is no proof of an afterlife

As our acquaintances never return.

 

The only certainty is: Nobody knows.

Follow your feelings and your dreams,

The teachings and pathways today.

There is no surety in placid insecurity,

Have faith my friend and Pray.

 

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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-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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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (21)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 27/04/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words.

The link below takes you to Part Twenty

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/04/20/mysterious-island-20/

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“Are you laughing at me?”

This amazing picture postcard of two laughing flowers, with the cryptic message on the back arrived on the Brigadier’s desk. The sender was a mystery as the card was unsigned. He smiled at his secretary. “I think I know where this came from, did you email everyone to attend the meeting next week? I forgot Marg was on leave! We will have to reschedule”.

 As an afterthought, the Brigadier had the adhesive on the back of the stamp analysed for DNA. Surprisingly a match came back to a known criminal employed by the rogue scientist Dr Dickus.

All members of the team were summoned to the Mysterious Island at once, Bella had now been missing for a month and Don Fernando was very angry. The Brigadier insisted Marg return at once as she was the last person to have been in contact with Bella.

Bella’s family were linked to…………

(150 Words)

To be continued

The link below takes you to Part Twenty

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/04/20/mysterious-island-20/

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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.

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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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Picture it and Write ~ PUCK IN A LEAFY DREAM

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

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As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

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MANAGER OF MIRTH

by John Yeo

In the days of the incomparable Bard,

When language was robust and pliable,

He managed to coin the word manager

In a magical dream on a Midsummer night.

“Where is our usual manager of mirth?”

Enquired good king Theseus.

“What revels are in hand?

Oberon, with Puck and Bottom are bland.”

 

I entered the office on a Monday morning

Greeted by the prospect of a mirthless day.

Our manager of mirth said: “Welcome,

Your weekend revels have now ended

Go to your desk and complete that report

Your “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” has ended.”

I looked out of the window facing me

To see a tiny figure playing on a leafy tree.

 

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APRIL~ ”POEM-A-DAY”~DAY TWENTY-SIX~ WORD-INVENTED BY SHAKESPEARE POEM:

For today’s prompt, take a word or two invented by William Shakespeare, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem. Click here for a link to some words coined by Shakespeare, who was baptized on this date in 1564. If the link doesn’t work, here are a few: advertising, bloodstained, critic, dwindle, eyeball, hobnob, luggage, radiance, and zany. He invented more than 1,700!

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MANAGER OF MIRTH

by John Yeo

In the days of the incomparable Bard,

When language was robust and pliable,

He managed to coin the word manager

In a magical dream on a Midsummer night.

“Where is our usual manager of mirth?”

Enquired good king Theseus.

“What revels are in hand?

Oberon, with Puck and Bottom are bland.”

 

I entered the office on a Monday morning

Greeted by the prospect of a mirthless day.

Our manager of mirth said: “Welcome,

Your weekend revels have now ended

Go to your desk and complete that report

Your “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” has ended.”

I looked out of the window facing me

To see a tiny figure playing on a leafy tree.

 

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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