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


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.


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

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




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.


Image © John and Margaret


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.


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

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



I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 20/04/2015, 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 Nineteen


“They followed the buffaloes and their babies into the woods”

“Who did darling?” Hillary asked her daughter.

“The horrible men with guns, there was a lot of shooting, then I woke up.” Hillary smiled,

“Sounds like a very bad dream. Be on your best behaviour today as my boss, Marg is visiting.”

“OK Mummy, the buffaloes were just like the statue in her garden.”

Later, Marg and Hillary were speeding to London by train to attend a meeting with the Brigadier.

Marg revealed a small leather pouch that had been secreted in the mouth of the buffalo statue in her garden. The pouch contained a tiny electronic flash drive full of sensitive information. Diamond Jack had secreted it there before his untimely death.

The Brigadier was stunned to get his hands on such valuable commercial information. Marg was well rewarded. After shopping in town and a visit to the hairdressers, Marg decided to book a holiday.

Sad news of Bella……..

(150 Words)

To be continued

The link below takes you to Part Nineteen




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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.


Image © John and Margaret


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

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


Picture it and Write ~ THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS

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


As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia To ~ Gustav Johansson



by John Yeo 

I will wait for you always. This river runs through the very heart of the city to the sea. The evening sun lights up and reflects beautifully on every ripple on the water. I come here to think and dream of the day you will return.

I grew up in this city where many dreams come true and many more dreams are shattered on the rocks of ill-fortune. My family came here as refugees from a horrendous war, when they made this city their home. They worked very hard to set up a business to raise their children in safety. We did have a happy childhood, in spite of the roughness of the concrete jungle that our neighbourhood became, we adjusted and fitted in.

Then I left school and you and I met each other in college, you were a visiting student from a land far, far away. We fell deeply in love and you promised to marry me one day. We lived, loved and laughed our way through college where we both passed our exams with honours. When your visa ran out you were forced to return to your home.

I will always wait, hoping and praying for your safe return to me. We will marry and be free of all the ties and chains of our parents differing religious views.

One day you will return, then like two free flying doves our spirits will soar and rise above the prejudice and hatred that mars this world.

Come back soon! My love.


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



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”).


Image © Copyright John and Margaret


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.


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

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



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.


Image © Copyright John and Margaret


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”



For today’s prompt, write a science poem. Your poem could be about science in a general sense, but you can also latch onto a specific field or story. Maybe write a poem about the scientific method, or juxtapose science against another idea like love, war, or cuisine. Remember: Science is the springboard; which way you jump is up to you.

Image (c) Copyright ~ John and Marg


by John Yeo

Science nurtures the seeds of discovery

Checking and controlling data

Informing and inferring with method

Enquiring and establishing the facts.

Numerical and statistical testing,

Controlling and comparing variables

Establishing the proof or the truth.


Anti-science says things are OK

Things are never scientifically proved

We should just sit still and relax.

The universe is over the edge

The world will always be flat,

Everything will always be well..

Time should never be a measure.


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

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



For today’s prompt, pick an adjective, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. If you’re feeling stuck on this one, go back through your poems earlier this month and find adjectives you used–if any. Or crack open a dictionary. Or scan other poems for ideas


Image (c) Copyright John and Margaret


by John Yeo

We were gathered around the hospital bed.
He had been in a coma for a year.
There was no need for speech
Our faces and thoughts said it all.


The family were brought together
In the throes of silent grief.
Remembering a life that was all too short
Well lived, well loved, too brief.


The Doctor switched off the life support.
There was a ripple of silent shock
As the reality hit the family hard,
I offered up a silent prayer


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

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



Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge week 9. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.


Thank you to pixabay.com for your public use photos and our prompt photo.


by John Yeo

Our solitary island of birds sits alone in the midst of a sapphire blue sea. Our nests are located in the beautiful low-growing green leafy bushes and foliage covering our lovely homeland. We have no enemies to compete with us for food or space. We fish for food flying high, then diving into the clear blue ocean waves, catching many small fish, before returning to our nests to feed our young. This is our island paradise.
One day a strange craft appeared on the horizon and men arrived in a tall sailing vessel. Men landed on our shores to collect food and fresh water. They fished by casting nets from the side of their ship. Two black rats landed on the shore and began to steal the eggs from our nests and then they ate our chicks. They quickly bred and we had no defence.
Our only hope of survival was to find another home far away, and leave this infected island of rats. We have left and they will starve.

(171 words)

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

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