TEMPORARY CATASTROPHE


FRIDAY 30th OCTOBER 2020 ~ POETRY PROMPT ~ ‘The birds didn’t go south for the winter’

TEMPORARY CATASTROPHE 

by John Yeo

The birds didn’t go south for the winter this year

Since global warming started climate change

It was puzzling to see them remaining here.

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Due to the heating up of the atmosphere 

The unusual seasonal effects seem strange

The birds didn’t go south for the winter this year.

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They changed their presence on the biosphere 

Swifts and swallows were soaring their range

It was puzzling to see them remaining here.

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The perpetual dawn chorus was tunefully clear

Insects remained to live in a strange disarrange 

The birds didn’t go south for the winter this year.

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Natural consequences would be surely severe

Science would need adaptation to rearrange 

It was puzzling to see them remaining here.

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It was mysterious to witness such abrupt change

Wings have ceased to fly the global sphere

The birds didn’t go south for the winter this year.

It was puzzling to see them remaining here.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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When I first saw this prompt l began thinking about the consequences of global warming on the whole of the avian family. 

The heating of the atmosphere is such a slow insidious process that the consequences to birds wouldn’t be an instant event.

  Obviously this would not be a simple matter for birds as migration is linked to food supply and food supply would have to increase to cater for the birds. If there could ever be a continuous food supply in one area for the birds that didn’t fly South and were able to survive, surely breeding patterns would change and there would certainly be an over-abundance of birds, thus putting more pressure on the food supply. A good subject for a poetic flight of fancy.

SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED

THURSDAY 29th OCTOBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION 

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..

PROMPT ~ SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED

SIGNED, SEALED AND DELIVERED

by John Yeo

 The duel was to be fought at dawn between a celebrated army officer and a mysterious, anonymous man in black. Both men had professed love for the Lady Svetlana, a desirable Russian beauty who seemed to have deliberately played one man up against the other.

 Captain Lewenski pointed the pistol and pulled the trigger. Everyone gasped as the man in black turned to the assembled witnesses and fell to the floor mortally wounded.

  ‘I leave without questioning?’  gasped the man as he lay dying. 

At that point another shot rang out from a coppice nearby, and the Captain fell dead without a murmur.

   The seconds shook hands as Lady Svetlana walked out accompanied by a retinue of attendants and minders.

   ‘At last we have cleansed ourselves of both these nasty double agents who have been responsible for so many deaths.’

  ‘They were duelling over your affections, my lady.’ said the taller of the two seconds, who had represented the Captain.

‘My affections lie with my country. This duel was fought for our survival. The order for the execution of the victor, was signed, sealed and delivered to me.’

 Two further shots broke the silence of the cold morning light and both seconds fell dead.

 ‘Cleanse the remains!’ Lady Svetlana ordered coldly and an ox cart was loaded with  four corpses.

©️ Written by John Yeo

EBENEEZERS FREEZER

WEDNESDAY 28th OCTOBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION

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EBENEEZERS FREEZER

by John Yeo

 Let me tell you the story of Ebeneezer 

Renowned for being a tightfisted miser.

He mistrusted everyone without exception 

Hid away his wealth for his own protection.

In his kitchen he had an extraordinary freezer

With toughened steel to withstand any assault 

He kept precious gems and bullion within this vault.

With his bread and cheese.

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MUDDLED MEMORY

RANDOM WRITING PROMPT
TUESDAY 27th OCTOBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION 

   You bought a memory foam pillow at a garage sale. Little did you know that it wasn’t an ordinary pillow. The pillow gave whoever was lying on it the memory of its previous users. 

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THE MUDDLED MEMORY 

by John Yeo

    I’m a single man, living in a sparsely-furnished bedsit in a densely populated area of the city. It was pushing the bounds of reason to describe this place as furnished when I first rented it and I had bought many items to make things a little more comfortable from local charity shops and garage sales.

 It was Sunday night when I started to feel odd. I remember suddenly waking with an urgent desire to visit the bathroom. I was feeling quite muddle-headed and I had to blindly force myself to remember where the bathroom actually was. I simply put this down to the result of a heavy-headed sleep and I got back into bed and tried to sleep. 

  I lay awake for a while and my mind began to drift over some odd subjects. I began to worry about getting caught and arrested by the police for my crimes. The criminal offences I was ruminating over were connected with money-laundering and extortion. I remember thinking they were just a series of ultra-realistic dreams. I brought to the surface of my mind a whole sequence of events and places where I apparently had lived and images of the people who were also involved in these criminal activities. Eventually I drifted off into a deep sleep until the alarm clock shrilled out and it was time to get up.

  I dressed for work and stopped in a small local cafe for breakfast. The weird dreamlike experiences from the night suddenly came to mind as I sat and ate and I thought I recognised the area where I was supposed to have lived and committed my crimes. The house was much like a large detached place where I had stopped to buy some items for my flat from a nice lady who was having a garage sale to clear some unwanted effects.

  I didn’t think anything else about the dream when I got to work as I was far too busy working on some intricate accounts.

  I was shattered at the end of the day as I hadn’t slept too well the night before and I went to bed early, where I immediately fell into a deep sleep. I woke a couple of hours later and visited the bathroom, again I was unsure where the bathroom actually was and I seemed to be unfamiliar with the way things were situated. I returned to the bed and tried to sleep again, without much success. 

  My pillow was uncomfortable and I turned it over and over trying to get the memory foam to fit my posture. Then I remembered I was married to a lady named Jean and we had been wed for three years. My brother and sister were also living in our house temporarily but they had both recently left the house. Jean had cleared everything out from their rooms, dumped some junk and had a garage sale with some other items, in aid of a local charity.

 I was heavily involved in a betting business where I made high profits from money-laundering and much besides.

  The next day everything faded into the background when I woke and I dragged myself to work and over my lunch break I confided in my friend Shirley.

  We decided to visit the house I remembered from my dream, on some pretext and check out the lie of the land. When we got there we found the house empty and shuttered up, the neighbour next door informed us they had moved overnight.

   When we arrived at the office there was a message for me from my neighbour at home to let me know there had been a fire in my house and the whole two flats, including mine, had been destroyed.

  Shirley and her husband immediately offered me the benefit of their spare room for a while until I was able to find somewhere to live.

   Strangely, I never, ever, experienced those strange dream-like feelings again.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

WILD WIND WITH STORMY RAIN

MONDAY 26th OCTOBER 2020 ~BLOG POST 

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..

PROMPT ~ Merely monsters

WILD WIND WITH STORMY RAIN 

(Merely Monsters)

by John Yeo

   The  sky briefly turned pink after we’d experienced a short heavy shower of rain with high winds this afternoon. We had some storm damage last week and I lost a smallish tree from one of the borders. 

 I was busily staking up and giving some support to a couple of our shrubs today when I got caught in the rain. More high winds and heavy rain is forecast in the next couple of days. The problem is, this excessive rain, coupled with the high winds, weakens the root systems and there’s a danger of trees and shrubs getting blown over and uprooted. I have enjoyed taking care of our Camellia shrub which gets bigger and better every year. The winds have forced this 16 years old shrub to bend precariously and I’ve staked it with a double stake support. I also have a Forsythia that needed a supportive stake. This Forsythia shrub brings back some good memories to Margaret and I, as it was nurtured from a cutting we obtained from the garden of a very special lady who once lived in Bishops Stortford. I think as these  plants and trees reward us every year it’s worth spending time taking care of them.

   I also snapped a quick shot of a large pot of pink Nerines that are in full flower at the moment. 

This collage shows our beautiful Camellia and Forsythia shrubs in flower in early Spring.

© Written by John Yeo

UNCOMFORTABLE CORONAVIRUS VIBES

SUNDAY 25th OCTOBER 2020 ~ BLOG POST

PROMPT ~ Write about a time you were uncomfortable

UNCOMFORTABLE CORONAVIRUS VIBES

by John Yeo

  The huge publicity campaign highlighting the dangers of interaction with other people during the current Coronavirus pandemic makes one feel extremely uncomfortable all the time. 

   Whenever one ventures out of the house the dangers, whether real or imagined are all around. Most people we come into contact with, take the necessary precautions by keeping to the metre distancing recommendations and a high proportion wear a face covering when entering the local shops.

 However there are still the virtually unconcerned minority, who take enormous risks with their own health and everyone else they come into contact with. 

  The daily statistics, sadly give a clear picture of the latest figures of people who have become infected with the virus and sadder still, the number of people who’ve been hospitalised. Then the most uncomfortable statistic of all, the daily death toll from this unremittingly vicious virus. 

 We live in a small town of narrow streets around the main shopping area that has been turned into a one way pedestrian area. One side of the main road has been designated by clear arrow signs pointing in one direction. The opposite side of the road has a series of arrows clearly pointing in the opposite direction. The shops and the shopping area are built close to the main road, with narrow pavements, leaving little room for people to pass one another and still comply with the social distancing recommendations. 

 The main shopping road is a one way road for traffic and the town gets exceedingly busy at times. Some incredibly ignorant, unenlightened people, will insist on walking along the pavements in the wrong direction causing other pedestrians to walk in the road to maintain the social distancing regulations. Very few people wear a face covering except for when they enter the shops, where it is a legal requirement.

  We tend to avoid shopping in town unless it’s absolutely essential, but of course there are times when a visit to the Pharmacy or the Optician or the Hairdressers makes it unavoidable. 

   At this particularly unusual time during this obnoxious Coronavirus pandemic going into town will always be accompanied by an unpleasant, uncomfortable feeling.

© Written by John Yeo

THE HACKING ATTEMPT

SATURDAY 24th OCTOBER 2020 ~ BLOG POST

THE HACKING ATTEMPT 

by John Yeo

  There’s nothing worse than the horrific feeling when you suddenly realise you are under attack and in danger of your social media account getting hacked. Suddenly you begin to get sundry messages from a few friends enquiring about a post that purportedly comes from you. Then the fight begins as you hastily check all the latest messages and posts and the realisation begins to sink in that there is an online battle in progress. One message from a family member who instantly realised what was going on, cautioned with the advice to immediately change the password and a report should be sent to the social media site. Strangely an unknown ‘dodgy’ account had surfaced that had my photograph and we both reported this to the social media site. 

  Unbelievably while all this was going on there was a drop in the strength of our internet network signal and I was unable to do much as the signal became weak and started to get weaker. Eventually I was able to put out several messages warning my friends not to open any links that were purportedly to be from me on any of our mutual sites.

  The social media site then emailed to report the suspect site was not pretending to be me. I had to dispute this and I immediately emailed them back pointing out that it was my photograph. The whole site then suddenly disappeared.

  Slowly I proceeded to delete all the unexplained messages on the social media site and things quickly returned to some semblance of normality.

I’m now in the process of changing many of my passwords and personal details on this particular social media site. A frightening day revealing the  ongoing perils of using social media.

LONELINESS

FRIDAY 23rd OCTOBER 2020 ~ BLOG POST

LONELINESS 

by John Yeo

  There is a common condition that is an insidious state of mind that comes upon many, many people, irrespective of social standing or age group. I refer of course to the effects of loneliness which can be a killer that stunts the personality and eats away at a person’s self-esteem. The punishing effects of isolation are infinitely worse at present, due to a tiny lethal virus that spreads through social contact. 

   We have several friends who have lost their partners after many years of a happy relationship, who were struggling with loneliness even before the ongoing Covid pandemic that is sweeping the world. Sadly now in this time of lockdown isolation, these friends are obviously feeling more isolated than ever. The government advice is to stay safe and keep a regulated distance away from others. 

   This practical advice, based on hard scientific evidence is just one of the harsh measures that increases the solitude of many lonely people. Pubs, clubs and cafes are locked down as well as most social and sporting activities where people could meet and socialise with one another. 

  There is nothing to beat social contact with a walking, talking, human being, as opposed to the cold online, or telephone contact that people are reduced to at present.

  The emotional  effects of this sort of situation can be devastating to the sense of identity and forces a deterioration in one’s self confidence. Not being able to fully connect with others leads to a slow insidious corrosion of self esteem that finally affects our communication skills, making it harder to form lasting friendships in the future.

 For those of us who are lucky enough to be in a stable rewarding relationship it becomes something of a huge responsibility to just reach out and take time to talk through the mask of isolation. 

  The proverbial Good Samaritan would be nursing the psychological wounds today of the friend or neighbour who has been robbed of their self esteem by this evil virus and trapped in this cage of loneliness.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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THE COLOUR OF HER AFFECTIONS

THURSRDAY 22nd OCTOBER 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..

PROMPT ~ The Colour of her affections

THE COLOUR OF HER AFFECTIONS 

by John Yeo

The height of happiness is attained

With the colour of her affections 

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

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Red is peace with love unrestrained

Bathing our life with shared connections

The height of happiness is attained.

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Sapphire blue with feelings restrained 

Sending our happiness in new directions

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

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Our passion builds with normality retained,

The sun shines yellow with new inflections ,

The height of happiness is attained.

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Happiness returns as normality is sustained

Natural green tuned to our inclinations 

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

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Magnified with the colour of her affections 

Love is a rainbow of mixed emotions 

The height of happiness is attained

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

NATURAL and UNNATURAL POEMS

Prompt write a NATURAL and an  UNNATURAL POEM
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NATURAL
Birds and the NATURAL survival power of flight, and the fight for survival.

THE FLIGHT TO FREEDOM


by John Yeo


We survived the unruly protection of the nest.

There were two of us left on the final day
Pushing and fighting for survival of the fittest .

The others died slowly and wasted away.
One day we were forced to fend for ourselves.
Pushed into flight by our parents insistence
Our shining iridescent plumage glistened 

Feathers spread. becoming powerful wings.
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Gliding, soaring gracefully, a bird on the move,
A fully fledged miracle flying in heaven’s high.
Soaring close to the clouds floating above.
Survival in the folds of an unpredictable sky.
Calling loudly with a natural melody
Revelling in a new found freedom of spirit.
A powerful instinctive natural urge to belong
To the freedom of the life we were now to inherit.

Copyright © ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


UNNATURAL 

A songbird in a cage trapped and captured to provide entertainment and amusement for the idle rich in Victorian times.


CAGED WITH SADNESS 

by John Yeo


“Do you have to torture me, trapped in here?
I enjoy your treats when I cry out to you.
I think you like the sound of my voice
Complaining in tune.”
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“I particularly hate that hook by the window,
Where you hang this prison sometimes.
I envy the freedom of birds in flight.
My soul breaks out in tune.”
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“My heart is slowly wasting away
I am losing the urge to keep up the fight
Yet whenever I try to reach you to beg for release
You reward my tune with a treat.”



Copyright © ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.