YOU INSPIRE ME TO INSPIRE YOU

MONDAY 31st AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

YOU INSPIRE ME TO INSPIRE YOU

(Dedicated to Margaret)

by John Yeo

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

You’re feeding my constitution with total admiration

You realise you affect me through and through.

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My feelings build on your feelings, heartfelt and true

You lift me up. I’m suffused with inspiration.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

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Since we met, these feelings grew and grew.

I’m searching desperately for causation

You realise you affect me through and through.

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Our mutual admiration is impossible to subdue

Admiration grows with a slow gestation.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

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Our thoughts come together in a colourful hue

Our relationship is built on a firm foundation.

You realise you affect me through and through.

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Caring with sharing a love strong and true

An ongoing love with a continuous flirtation.

I will succeed. You inspire me to inspire you.

You realise you affect me through and through.

~

© Written by John Yeo

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

SUNDAY 30th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

THE MOMENTS BEFORE WE TOUCH

by John Yeo

  Penelope and Gill were chatting to their Grandma through the magic of Skype over the internet.

    ‘Hey Grandma! When can we come to see you again? Daddy hasn’t been very well and we all have to stay indoors for two weeks.’ Said Gill

    Penelope shouted. ‘Yes we want to come and visit you and give you lots of hugs but Mummy says we’re not allowed to.’

    ‘I know,’ replied Grandma, ‘But your Mummy is absolutely right, you must both have lots of patience. I still have a whole tin full of your favourite cookies and sweets for when we can get together again.’

   ‘Grandma, will we have to wear masks when we come to visit you? I don’t think it will be very nice kissing through a mask. We don’t wear them while we’re staying indoors, but Mummy has to put one on to answer the door.’  Said a worried looking Gill.

   Penelope grimaced, ‘Oh no! I want to give you a proper kiss. We have to keep washing our hands every five minutes. Mummy is very strict especially after our grocery delivery has arrived.’

    Grandma smiled and replied,  ‘Have patience, both of you. How’s your Daddy feeling today? Can I speak to your Mummy now please girls. I promise we will all be together again. I’m sending you both lots of hugs and my best love. I can’t wait, we will always remember the moments before we touch, when this is all over.

© Written by John Yeo

SAYING NOTHING BUT EVERYTHING

SATURDAY 29th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

SAYING NOTHING BUT EVERYTHING 

by John Yeo

   The luxury cruiser was kitted out and packed full with cargo to enable the passengers to lead a life of unadulterated comfort. At this moment the ship was stationary with nothing on the horizon. The view from the bridge was a perfectly calm sea stretching out in all four directions.

 The ship’s security officer, Mr Plumb, a well built gentleman, with long Elvis-style sideburns, sipped a glass of water and sat nodding at the news.  

 There had been a horrible murder on board overnight and Mr Plumb had drawn a picture on a menu of a familiar face to everyone on board. The Chefs face with its distinctive pair of slightly misaligned eyes and sharp beaky nose unmistakably grinned out from the picture.

  Captain Anderson was seated opposite him with a questioning look on his face.

 ‘How can you say you know he did it without even investigating the evidence?’

 Mr Plumb shrugged, saying nothing but everything, he picked up a small video-cassette, and handed it to the Captain. 

 ‘Everywhere on board is under surveillance at all times’.

© Written by John Yeo

UNITED WE FELL

FRIDAY 28th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

UNITED WE FELL

by John Yeo

  When the final operation was over Jenny and Jim were both tucked up in separate beds in the high intensive recovery ward. They had been through an intricate operation lasting 16 hours. Their parents, Alison and Arthur Green breathed a sigh of relief. Jenny and Jim were conjoined twins and they had just undergone separation surgery.

Dr. James Goodrich entered the private waiting area where the couple anxiously awaited the outcome of the operation and flopped down on a vacant easy chair.

 ‘Well we did it! We still have some way to go but your babies are now separated.’

 Alison burst into tears at this. 

The children were now two individuals. It was some years later that Jim remarked to his sister Jenny.

‘United we fell, if we ever tried to walk. United and always at one with each other.’

© Written by John Yeo 

SAVAGE SEEDS

THURSDAY 27th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

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SAVAGE SEEDS

by John Yeo

Seeds of destruction have been sown

To corrupt the thinking across the divide

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Corruption is caustic, hate full blown 

The truth is lost with nowhere to hide

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

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The balance of probability has been thrown

Young minds are corrupted far and wide

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Savage seeds everywhere, wildly shown

Half truth and rumours sit side-by-side

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

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A generation of fake news newly grown

A treacherous reality of truth belied

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Multi media is a vehicle into every home

Carrying the message with evil pride. 

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

~

© Written by John Yeo 

WISDOM TEETH WOES

WEDNESDAY 26th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

WISDOM TEETH WOES

by John Yeo

I feel as the time for the operation gets close

The impact of the decision is becoming clear

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

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When I heard the decision my heart just froze

I can imagine the effects with a deepening fear

I feel as the time for the operation gets close.

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The pain I’m suffering isn’t a psychological pose.

Nothing on earth will bring any lighthearted cheer

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

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The pain fills my mouth and reaches my nose

This horrendous feeling of pain becomes clear

I feel as the time for the operation gets close

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Painkillers are tempting my head to propose 

Glasses of whiskey with many bottles of beer

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

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I can’t sleep or concentrate, my mind has just froze

I spend hours in continuous pain so severe

I feel as the time for the operation gets close.

I’m suffering from dreadful wisdom teeth woes.

© Written by John Yeo 

COURTESIES AND CHARISMA

TUESDAY 25th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

COURTESIES AND CHARISMA 

by John Yeo

Edgar was a reliable butler, an incredibly experienced man 

who had served the family for years.

Sir Richard was extolling his manservant’s virtues in his gentlemen’s club.

   ‘We are lucky to have Edgar working for us, he is the sole of discretion, full of natural courtesy that he’s developed over the years.’

    Sir Richard was an ex guards officer who normally would never leave himself open to criticism. That is the measure of the inbuilt respect the family had for their family retainer.

George Posonby-Smythe was a mischievous member of the club and chided Sir Richard.

     ‘Your courteous butler is invisible to your family and your guests. Always in the background; sadly a man like him has no charisma. He’s a shadow, a robotic nonentity.’

 This was greeted with laughter from all those present.

   Then another member, Charles Peace, an industrialist, chipped in and related a story that shattered the myth.

  ‘Not all butlers and senior members of top people’s staff are the sole of discretion. I have heard of a certain club that caters for some very charismatic transvestites and crossdressers. Now that requires an over abundance of charisma. What your butler does on his time off  should be of no concern to anyone.’

 Sir Richard went red with suppressed anger and left the club in a huff.  

 Oddly, Edgar courteously left his employment with Sir Richard’s household shortly after and became a famous charismatic pantomime dame.

© Written by John Yeo 

THE FLAVOUR OF TRUTH

MONDAY 24th AUGUST 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

THE FLAVOUR OF TRUTH

by John Yeo

The Leader has declared the virus is dead!

A cure discovered, but where’s the proof?

The media refute the lies, however widespread

barely contain the flavour of truth.

People are testing positive, rumours are shed.

The opposition has issued a dramatic reproof

Leaving the population with a feeling of dread,

Our future is in the realms of dishonest misuse

of power that corrupts the soul by the head

Words that barely contain the flavour of truth,

Their Leader has declared the virus is dead.

© Written by John Yeo