MEMORIES FOR SALE 

SATURDAY 15th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a writing prompt provided by WordPress.

PROMPT ~ Memories for sale

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belong- ings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

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MEMORIES FOR SALE 

by John Yeo

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

It shocked me to the core to find your favourite cloak

I knew at once it had been your favourite accessory.

To find it for sale here brought an emotional reverie.

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To discover this treasure brought a lump to my throat

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

A world away from your home roots it was rudimentary 

The likelihood of misidentification was sadly remote.

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I recognised it at once as your favourite accessory.

All those years ago my life took a different trajectory 

My past clouded swiftly behind a veil of smoke.

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

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I left it where the memories lie in the past to soak

I knew at once it was your favourite accessory.

The feel of soft purple mohair still affected me.

How much value could I place on a distant memory?

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The price of lost memories is immeasurably costly. 

I walked away fast leaving the past with a finality

Allowing heartfelt memories to die yet evoke, 

I knew at once it had been your favourite accessory.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

LATE SPRING 

FRIDAY 14th MAY 2021 ~ BLOG POST

LATE SPRING 

  My photograph shows some of the remaining blooms on our Camelia shrub in the foreground. This has been a wonderful year for this shrub, with a dazzling, continuous array of beautiful blooms. It is unusual to see blooms remaining on the branches at this time of the year. In the background, looking exquisite, is one of our two Tree Peony shrubs. These are in flower a little later than usual but happily just as brilliant and luxurious as ever. Fronted by some Forget-me-nots and  bright yellow Wallflowers.

 I was busy mowing our lawn this afternoon and I was privileged to have this chirpy little Robin as a companion.

© Written by John Yeo 

ORCHARD

THURSDAY 13th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

PROMPT~ ORCHARD

ORCHARD

by John Yeo

Spring the month of new life is here,

Blanketing the earth with short-lived beauty.

The shades of apple blossom mingle freely

With a sea of floral jewels below.

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Apple trees, heavily laden with blossom. 

Tall aged trees with gnarled wrinkled trunks.

The warm breezy zephyrs blow freely

Blanketing the ground with a carpet of petals.

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Spring with a dazzling palette of colour,

Birdsong is deafening the morning hush.

Everywhere sounds of life abounding

The fertile earth is green and lush.

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Daffodils with primroses peeking through

A multi-coloured patchwork of glory 

Blanketing the earth with life anew

To continue an age old story.

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©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

NORMAN

WEDNESDAY 12th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION

This is response to a writing prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT ~ Fill in the blank
Three people walk into a bar . . .THE PANOPLY OF FOOLS

NORMAN

by John Yeo

  It was a rather special afternoon at the village drama society, all the members were holding their breath in anticipation. Today was casting day for a performance at the local theatre, rumour had it that some celebrity guests would be attending the auditions. The play we would be performing was to be William Shakespeare’s, ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream,’ I had reluctantly joined the West Chester drama society at the behest of my dear wife Penelope, who is a regular performer. This was to be a first, I have never acted in my life before and I was feeling incredibly nervous about the prospect. I gingerly made myself known to the other members of the group as we entered, The Leering Donkey, a local pub. 

      ‘Hello everyone, I’m Norman, nice to meet you all.’

There were several nods and smiles of welcome and approval from the assembled members of the drama group.

I was a bit unnerved when a tall young man came bustling up and said;  ‘Hi and welcome I’m Lawrence. Wow! You will be perfect for the role of Nick. Penelope darling! Well done; your husband will be perfect for the role I have in mind.’

  ‘Nick?’ I asked, ’I don’t remember a character by the name of Nick in Midsummer Night’s Dream. I read the play last night at home!’

   Lawrence smiled and said, ’Don’t worry Norman, the character you have been selected for has an important role to play! I think you will be perfect for the role of Nick Bottom. A very sought after role indeed!’

  ’BOTTOM!’ I exclaimed: ‘You mean the character with an Asses head. The fool?’

  ’Norman this is not just any old fool you will be playing here! Bottom is a very important fool. Out of all the panoply of Shakespeare’s fools Bottom is the finest. I think this role could be the start of a well-revered career: Bottom was one of the leading performers in the Mechanicals. I think you will be perfect for this part. Am I not right Penelope darling?’ 

  ‘Are you mad? I refuse to get involved with this! Anyway! Who do you think you are calling darling? That’s my wife you are addressing.’ I said, becoming quite annoyed by the sly inferences of this toffee-nosed twit.


    ’Just a theatrical term lovey. It’s a great pity; Won’t you change your mind? I think you would be perfect for the role; I’m sure you would look exactly right playing the character with an asses head.’

  ’Clear off!’ I said walking out of the pub.
 One month later Lawrence and my wife Penelope had set up home together. I swear if I ever wake up from this horrible dream, I will get my revenge.
 Wait until he finds out that Penelope is part Mexican and suffers from Montezuma’s revenge whenever there is a certain variety of food on the table.’

   © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved


FREEDOM

TUESDAY 11th MAY 2021~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

PROMPT ~ Freedom

I thought I would spend time writing about freedom from writer’s block.

FREEDOM

by John Yeo



Soaring freely with the winds of time
Writing requires much persistence
Expressing feelings is so hard to define.
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Eyes searching the terrain sublime
Looking for inspirational assistance 

Soaring freely with the winds of time.
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Swooping low before you can climb
Searching for continued existence
Expressing feelings is so hard to define.
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To stretch imagination is never a crime
In spite of harsh critical resistance
Soaring freely with the winds of time.
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Fulfilling a hunger hard to prime
Pushing hard with a sharp insistence
Expressing feelings is so hard to define.
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Hunting for perfection in any instance
Fighting against a passive resistance
Soaring freely with the winds of time
Expressing feelings is so hard to define.



© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved

FLAUNT 

FRIDAY 7th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION 

This is a response to a writing prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT ~ FLAUNT 

FLAUNT

by John Yeo

   Peter Pleasant was the luckiest person you could ever imagine. He was born into a wealthy family. The only child of two famous actors, Peter never wanted for anything. Consequently he was incredibly selfish and uncaring in his behaviour towards others. He didn’t just flaunt his privileged lifestyle, he went out of his way to rub everyone’s nose into it. For example, he would cruise around the poorest areas of the city in a large gas-guzzling, four-wheel drive car! This man just seemed to attract every lucky break there ever was, everything went his way. 

 However the winds of change were beginning to blow. It started at the regular poker night he attended with three of his close friends. Peter actually began to steadily lose. Hand after hand went against him and he was soon several thousand pounds down.

 Then Peter’s luck began to change again when it came to the final hand, slowly, two of the players dropped out, leaving Peter and Joey Wilkins left playing. Both men were holding possible winning hands and the pot just got bigger and bigger. Joey finally ran out of money and he was sure he held the winning hand. He smiled at Peter and said, 

 ‘‘Look Pete! I’m a gambler and I have one more challenge for you. I have a ticket for next Saturday’s lottery draw in my pocket, this could be worth nothing or at least a million pounds. I will see your hand for the value of this. All or nothing. What do you say?’

  Peter shrugged and replied. ‘You realise the ticket is probably worthless. It’s a 45 million to one chance of being a winning jackpot ticket. Can’t you give me an IOU?’

 Joey grinned and replied. ‘I’d rather not! I challenge you to take a chance and give me a break, I know you are wealthy and you can afford to lose a few pounds. Go ahead and take a chance.’

 Peter grinned and said. ‘OK put the ticket in the pot and show me your cards.’

 There was a moment of electric tension in the room when both players revealed their cards.

  Peter Pleasant won the hand and scooped the pot including the Lottery ticket. He almost gave the ticket back but changed his mind on impulse and put the ticket in his wallet.

 Amazingly Peter became three million pounds richer on the following Saturday, when the numbers on the ticket came up trumps.

  Joey sought him out and tried to claim a substantial share of the winnings but Peter just laughed and said, 

   ‘Sorry I’ve blown the lot on a luxury yacht…….

‘The SS Flaunt’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

EVASIVE ACTION 

THURSDAY 6th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This poem is a response to a prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT ~ Evasive action
What’s the most significant secret you’ve ever kept? Did the truth ever come out?

EVASIVE ACTION 

by John Yeo

After it happened, I desperately sought for a retraction

When I heard you I turned scarlet with embarrassment, 

The secret you trusted me with leads to evasive action.

My whole response to you was a thoughtful chain reaction 

Why did you choose me to take into your confidence?

After it happened, I desperately sought for a retraction.

The secret you trusted me with led to evasive action.

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My response to your secret drives me to total distraction 

How do I respond to a confession of wicked malevolence 

The secret you trusted me with leads to evasive action.

To prejudice a long time friendship with risky overreaction 

The information you trusted me with didn’t make sense

After it happened, I desperately sought for a retraction.

The secret you trusted me with led to evasive action.

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I respect your wish for my promise of trustworthy inaction

Although you have driven me to the extremes of sentiment

The secret you trusted me with leads to evasive action.

I value a friendship that has brought much satisfaction 

A bond that has cemented a close, safe, stable environment 

After it happened, I desperately sought for a retraction.

The secret you trusted me with led to evasive action.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL

WEDNESDAY 5th MAY 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION 

This is a response to a prompt provided by WordPress

PROMPT ~ The glass?
Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL


by John 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:

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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:


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The world will become a gigantic desert;

Our scientists are all very clever:

 Soil will dry and become sand;

They will find ways to make a stand:


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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:


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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:


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For every pessimist there’s always an optimist.


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©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

ASTONISHING 

FRIDAY 30th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

PROMPT ~ Astonish

ASTONISHING 

By John Yeo

If I were able to see into the future,

When and how I would pass away.

Would I be able to alter the outcome?

Take steps to alter the finality

Of my death or a long drawn out illness.

Would the future astonish me?

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Would I be able to be somewhere else?

Somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be?

Would I then be responsible

For altering lives that depended on me?

If I were able to alter the future

Would the outcome astonish me?

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If I could see life after death

Where I will be going when I die

Would I be tempted to get there fast? 

End this life to enjoy the next?

If I were able to control the future

Would the finality astonish me?

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Perhaps it is better to be as I am, 

A blind clairvoyant, wishing the future

To be, the way I would like it to be.

In total ignorance of the final reality.

Perhaps it is better to be free

Of alternatives that would astonish me.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

TECHNOLOGY 

THURSDAY 29th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION POETRY

Today I am republishing a previous poem of mine as Time has stolen the day. 🙂💻✍️

 Prompt ~ TECHNOLOGY

TECHNOLOGY 

by John Yeo


If animals could communicate clearly
And we could understand their thought,
If the Lions could talk to the Lambs
Would the thought processes differ really,
Or give answers to the problems sought
If Bears could converse with Orang-Utans?

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How could we eat creatures who question
Our motives for making a meal of them,
Without giving their feelings a thought?
Communication would aid the digestion
Of plants and seeds and bugs. What then?
If Chickens and Turkeys were able to talk.

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If Horses became clever with logistics.
Or Pigs preached the wisdom of the ages
Ants could help to govern all smoothly
Monkeys could be studying simplistics
While Ducks would be veritable sages
Humans would be lost in technology.

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People have lost the talking habit
Most of them are lost in their phones
People no longer look up and around
No time to chat to a passing Rabbit.
Bees plainly buzz these walking Drones
Who shuffle by without making a sound.

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If only People would communicate clearly.


© Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved.