LITTLE TIME?


For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Little (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Little Guy,” “Little Richard,” “Little Mermaid,” “Little Italy,” and “Little Words That Pack a Big Punch.” I think if you think about it for a little bit, you’ll find a big (or little) poem to write.

Thursday 18th April 2019

DAY EIGHTEEN

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LITTLE TIME?


by John Yeo

Little time remains for our use
Before the oil runs out;
Life as we know it is bound to change,
Unless we find some alternatives fast.
Global warming is set to increase
Temperatures rising, water evaporates,
With hurricanes drought and blazing fires,

Little time is left to control
The worlds increasing population;
More people, less food and starvation,
Millions will die without education,
Birth control, smaller families, food sharing
How many innocents must pass away
Through over-crowding, famine and war?

How much time will we have left?
Before the next pandemic strikes?
Millions will die as the illness spreads
Unless a vaccine is created.
What time is the asteroid due to arrive
That will wipe out life on Earth?
What time do we have left to live?

What time do you have my friend?
My watch shows ten past seven.
Not very long to find the answer,
Will I get to hell or arrive in heaven.
Little time remains to find a solution
How soon will it take for the realisation,
A little time is a precious gift.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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AN UNREASONABLE FATE


For today’s prompt, write a reason poem. If this prompt seems unreasonable, just remember all the reasons you write poetry or enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, etc. Or provide a reasoned argument for your lack of reason. Only you know your reasons.

Wednesday 17th April 2019

DAY SEVENTEEN

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AN UNREASONABLE FATE


by John Yeo

A rising star in the field of physics
Left college early after a torrid affair.
A lady with questioning dynamics
Prevented a brilliant future career.
Love blossomed, a blinding future
Stymied by uncontrollable charms.
Passion followed, then a baby to nurture
Solace found in each other’s arms.
First love is never subject to reason.

Cost counted the funds to live by
A hard struggle a solution not found.
The physics student was passed by
Job requests fell on stony ground.
Hope eroded as the bills overcame
A steady income to survive was a must
Any job would suffice to ease the pain
The dead end a result of hopeless lust.
First love is never subject to reason.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

UNCHARTED TERRITORY


For today’s prompt, write a catch poem. Catch a cold, a ball, a fish, or someone’s eye.

Tuesday 16th January 2019

DAY SIXTEEN

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UNCHARTED TERRITORY


by John Yeo

Explore the dream, wherever it leads,
A voyage aboard a fishing trawler.
Brave the storms and high rough seas,
Follow the Albatross to explore the North.

The temperature slowly gets colder
Huge shapes appear on the horizon,
Icebergs, slowly sliding into view,
The ice field stretches for miles.

Land on the starboard, rocks and high cliffs,
Seabirds fill the skies and seas
Screaming, fighting, vying for food.
We traverse the channel to the craggy shore.

Uncharted territory, unexplored mystery,
A new direction to a brand new bay.
Formed from the slowly melting ice sheet,
Covered and unseen for centuries.

Dolphins and Whales are visible here
Feeding in the life filled seas.
We approach the shore and cast  our nets,
Our hold fills rapidly bursting with fish.

A bloody battle near the shore
As a tiger shark kills a seal.
The Captain holds the ship steady
Nature in the raw. Then a storm breaks.

Our Captain turns the vessel around
We head off fast from the turmoil,
High winds, snow and huge rough waves,
Homeward bound with the catch.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL

Half. Way. There. It’s all downhill from here.

For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.

Monday 15th April 2019

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A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL


by John and Margaret Yeo

The Weather forecast is dire;                  
 I am sure the weather will get better:
Continual rain will never stop;              
We will probably not get a drop:

The crops will fail, we are set to starve;
The predictions are overstated:
Global warming is taking its toll;
We will all eat well and survive on a roll:

The world will become a gigantic desert;
Our scientists are all very clever:
The soil will dry and become sand;
They will find ways to make a stand:

The oil will run out, we will grind to a halt;
We will discover new fuels to survive:
The Earth will become dust with millions hungry;
New foods will arrive to feed our young:

An asteroid will collide and wipe us out;
We will all take a trip to outer Space:
Our people need to cling to pessimism;
We will all survive on our innate optimism:

For every pessimist there is an optimist.

© Written by John and Margaret Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

LONDON UK


Two weeks! That’s how much poeming we’re about to complete. Big deal. For today’s prompt, pick a state (or province, territory, etc.), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. A few possibilities include New York, California, Ontario, Bavaria, and Champagne. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Feel free to bend this in any direction you wish.

Sunday 14th April 2019

DAY FOURTEEN

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LONDON UK


by John Yeo

We’d decided to explore London Town
Following the familiar tourist trail
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

The Infamous Tower brought on a frown
Torture and death in the hopeless jail
We’d decided to explore London Town.

The Houses of Parliament, laws laid down,
Buckingham Palace will never grow stale
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

High above, the London Eye turns around
Circling to add wonder to the cities portrayal
We’d decided to explore London Town.

Theatre and Art galleries, Museums abound.
London’s exciting vibrancy will never stale
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

Hyde Park, Madame Tussaud’s high renown
Horseguards and Westminster never fail
We’d decided to explore London Town.
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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A UNIQUE HERITAGE


For today’s prompt, write a view poem. Wherever you’re at, you have a view: maybe of a river or sunset. Maybe of a cubicle or a copy machine. Even the blind have a view of darkness, nothingness, or some other -ness. And that’s just being literal, because everyone has views on sports, politics, poetry, etc.

Saturday 13th April 2019

DAY THIRTEEN

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A UNIQUE HERITAGE


(A view of colonisation)
By John Yeo

Time is like many grains of sand
Each grain is an aeon of a life-span,
our land is old and contains
Our heritage, our past, our forefathers remains.

We befriended and welcomed you here,
You shared our land and resources.
We welcomed your views and new ways,
A surrender in peace when you took control.

You thrive and get rich from our land,
Our nation has customs, a glorious past.
We worship our Gods, our dreams are real
We have mysterious age-old ways and beliefs.

Please respect our customs, enjoy our ways
Do not claim our art or our heritage
Respect our culture, it is all we have left
To sustain us and pass on, for our children.

© Written by John Yeo All rights reserved.

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The Art of Survival


For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The Art of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “The Art of Writing,” “The Art of Painting,” “The Art of Showing Up to Parties Fashionably…~

Friday 12th April 2019

DAY TWELVE

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The Art of Survival


By John Yeo

Giraffes are an example of selective breeding,
Thousands of years as a means of survival,
Their necks have grown  longer and longer.
By stretching aloft  to the tallest of trees
Where the sweetest shoots burst forth
They feed high above their competitors reach.
Survival of the tallest and fittest.

The  benefit of height to assuage hunger
With their heads in the clouds at the treetops
Their necks growing longer and longer
The unfortunate giraffes would soon have to bend
To reach down to satisfy their hunger.
The reversal of the accepted survival law.
Survival of the shorter and fittest.

Would shorter giraffes with an easier reach
Be able to feed from the tops of the trees
Become the more attractive to females?
Would shorter necks become the norm
After a few generations of breeding?
Charles Darwin certainly would be delighted,
Survival of the strongest and fittest.

🌏 © Written by John Yeo all rights reserved.

TO A DEAD PLAYWRIGHT


For today’s prompt, write a dedication poem. This is a poem dedicated to a person, an animal, or an organization. Or hey, objects work too–like a poem to a rock or paper bag. Put the dedication in the title or in a line under the title (“for Mother” or “to the heart-shaped rock between the creek and the tulips”). I dedicate today’s prompt to all of you!

Thursday 11th April 2019

DAY ELEVEN

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TO A DEAD PLAYWRIGHT


by John Yeo

You will never come to know me in my lifetime.
I feel I know you incredibly well.
I have read and admired much of your life’s work;
Your powerful magic will stay with me to my end.
Reinforcing my humble hopes with high aspiration.
Maturing with the years like a rare vintage wine.

The beauty of your verse and your wide comprehension
Of life, and life’s changing, ever changing situations .
Kings and Queens with their hopes and dreams
Lovers and clowns, tragedy with comedy entwined.
The language of mystical life, hopes and fears
Sowing seeds in my thought, building high inspiration.

The players weave your silken web of dreams sincere,
Teasing the groundlings and the intellectual elite.
With exquisite laughter, impossible expectations.
Poetical life that has endured four hundred years.
Love and wit, expressed in a rare language
Drama with wonder, blood, cruelty and fears.

The irresistible, controversial, William Shakespeare.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

THE HERMIT


For today’s prompt, write a lone poem. Perhaps the poem is about a solitary wanderer or person who just prefers to go it alone. Or a lone winner, lone wolf, or some other solo individual. Or alternatively, I’ll accept poems that are about loans or that are about being alone.

Wednesday 10th April 2019

DAY TEN

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THE HERMIT


by John Yeo

The hermit sat in some welcome shade,
Sunshine lit up the forest corners,
Nobody ever visited this secret glade.

A gentle breeze the branches swayed,
A sparkling stream with cool clear waters,
The hermit sat in some welcome shade

Wild birds sang and approached unafraid
Colourful, friendly, social performers,
Nobody ever visited this secret glade.

Deer who grazed here never strayed
Far from this glades secret borders,
The hermit sat in some welcome shade.

Butterflies fluttered and Rabbits played,
Sheltered safely here from life’s scorners
Nobody ever visited this secret glade.

After he dumped the old life he had made
For a quiet life to escape from his creditors
The hermit sat in some welcome shade
Nobody ever visited this secret glade.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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LOVE POEMS

Tuesday 9th April 2019

Time for our second Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

Write a love poem. All you need is love.
Write an anti-love poem. Or not.
Remember: There are many forms of love: romantic love, friend and family love, love of being alive, etc.

Tuesday 9th April

DAY NINE

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A LOVE POEM


by John Yeo

Your thoughts tend to be narrowly focussed
On the person who evokes the feeling
Emotions go haywire control is lost
As your new love enters your life.
Something takes you by surprise
As you wander along aimlessly
You are introduced to a person
Who makes a disturbing impression
Leaving you puzzled, somewhat nonplussed.
Hopelessly wondering what happened.
Love has arrived like a bolt from the blue.

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NOT AN ANTI-LOVE POEM


by John Yeo

When I woke up this morning
I uttered these words
Heavens above, I must be in love,
I’m always incredibly happy.
Although I know it sounds soppy
You refer to me as a daft old thing.
Every little thing we share together.
We love, laugh and share our lives
Each moment seems to deepen the feeling.
Fifteen years ago we tied the love knot
Marriage has taught me nothing of anti-love.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved