ANTIMATTER

SATURDAY 17th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt FRET

ANTIMATTER


by John Yeo



Antimatter should have annihilated all of the matter in the universe after the Big Bang.
An example of the fight between Good and Evil.
Certainly a reason to have a bit of a fret.

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When love arrives, in a thin disguise,
Things worth caring for should really matter.

Does it really matter if I fall in love with antimatter?
When matter meets antimatter all dreams must shatter.
Matter can be warm and wonderful.
Could this be a reason to have a bit of a fret.

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When antimatter meets matter they immediately annihilate into energy.
Explosive energy that can be cruel.
Antimatter can be explosively cool.
Now that’s a reason to have a bit of a fret.

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Antimatter is closer to you than you think.
Bananas produce antimatter, I love the taste of Bananas
Radioactive molecules that emit antimatter 

Particles are used for  P. E. T. imaging.
Reflections of illness within the bodies of infinite caring.
Certainly a reason to have a bit of a fret.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

Bananas produce antimatter, releasing one positron—the antimatter equivalent of an electron—about every 75 minutes. This occurs because bananas contain a small amount of potassium-40, a naturally occurring isotope of potassium. As potassium-40 decays, it occasionally spits out a positron in the process.

(Information courtesy of a Google search).

ROBIN HOOD 

FRIDAY 16th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’

Prompt CRANK

ROBIN HOOD 

(A villanelle-style poem)
by John Yeo



I was out strolling in the market square
A cranky bandit could clearly be seen
Soon a large crowd had gathered there.

People stopped still and stood to stare
This was an event that couldn’t be a dream
I was out strolling in the market square.

He was handing out cash with more to spare
To the needy poor in a steady stream
Soon a large crowd had gathered there.

People started jostling to get a share
Of free money from the cranky villain 

I was out strolling in the market square.

The cranky villain appeared from nowhere

With his men all matched in Lincoln green

Soon a large crowd had gathered there.

Robbing the rich to feed the poor, unaware
Of his crimes he was rushed off the scene.
I was out strolling in the market square
Soon a large crowd had gathered there.

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Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

MY SONG


THURSDAY 15th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’ ~ 

Prompt ~ SONG

MY SONG

by John Yeo

My natural song is music to my ear
Resounding around my comfortable chair,
My song will begin and end as I sit here.

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The magic of the song swirls far and near,
Harmony soaking through melodic air;
My natural song is music to my ear.

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Smooth melodies drifting sweetly clear,
Sounds around my chair answer a prayer;
My song will begin and end as I sit here.

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Life becomes love becomes music clear;
A dreamy soulful symphony where
My natural song is music to my ear.

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Trance becomes a pre-hypnotic tear,
Memories sing of a future I will share
My song will begin and end as I sit here.

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The music with my chair wings steer
My mind to crystal clarity without care.
The natural sound of music to my ear
My song will begin and end as I sit here.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved



WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?

WEDNESDAY 14th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’ ~ 

Prompt ~ WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?

S/he said
Pause whatever you’re doing, and ask the person nearest you what they’re thinking about (call someone if you have to). Write a post based on it.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?

by John Yeo

 The person seated next to me responded with ‘I’m reading the newspaper.’  Which happened to be an online version of the ‘Daily Mail.’  I am aware that one of the prime reasons for this  choice of newspaper is the crossword puzzles and mind games that go some way to the alleviation and defence against dementia. The news is almost a bi-product of the investment in purchasing the newspaper. I then asked,

‘What would you be reading if it wasn’t for the puzzles and mind games? In that particular newspaper?

 The unsurprising reply came as, ‘I’m not sure, probably The Independent.’ This reply was obviously based on the more serious aspect of buying a newspaper as an independent slant on the news.

   This response got me thinking about the influences that shape the mind. Most people’s habits of thought and inspiration come from the newspapers that we tend to devour on a daily basis. A constant flow of opinion and the slants on what is happening in the world is ingested and percolated from our reading habits. Usually our choice of newspaper is not so much dictated by our parents, but largely influenced by their choice of newspaper. Until we get to our further education establishment where we develop our own instinctual choices. 

 The wide variety of news sources today allows us to ingest the news in many different ways including the single daily take of our regular morning newspapers.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?

by John Yeo



‘What are you thinking about?’

‘The trail is very obscure,
Many twists and turns
Millions have come this way
The path is very well worn.’

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‘What are you thinking about?’

‘Across the seas, another shore,
There are many signs,
Many corners, many directions,
Many examples to follow.’

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‘What are you thinking about?’

‘One door unlocks another door,
The instinct quickly learns
The only way is forward,
Be kind, be gentle, be firm.’

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‘What are you thinking about?’

‘Your trail began at birth,
Already the myriad clues and signs
Were building a pattern to follow.
The learning never ends.’



© Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved.

JANUARY

TUESDAY 13th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’ ~ 

Prompt ~ GLIMMER

JANUARY


by John Yeo



Fireworks explode brightly, lighting up the sky
As January bows in on the back of the old year.
Long dark nights and short cold wintry days.
A glimmer of hope for brand new beginnings.

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Frosty rime sparkles on the bare earth fields.
The silence is suddenly, sweetly shattered.
As a Blackbird bursts into melodious song.
When England awakes on a January morning.

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New hopes to build, new dreams, new plans.
January arrives signalling new beginnings.
The seed is now dormant in the frosty earth
Awaiting  conditions for growth and rebirth.

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Lisa, lying prone in a hospital ward 
Feeling birth-pains acutely as a girl is born.
Tom smiles and cuddles them affectionately.
Their child is the future and a new beginning.

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Her name will be a symbol of  renewed hope
She will be named after her birth month,

Their hopes, their dreams and plans for the future
Will be securely fixed on January, their daughter.

A glimmer of hope for brand new beginnings.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

DECISIONS? ~ DECISIONS?

 MONDAY 12th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’ ~ Prompt ~ DECISIONS, DECISIONS


How are you more likely to make an important decision — by reasoning through it, or by going with your gut?


Personally I tend to tailor my decisions to the situation I am making the decision about, as I humorously describe in my little piece of poetic Flash Fiction below.

DECISIONS? ~ DECISIONS?

by John Yeo

   The fictional garden needs a lot of work and we are at the planning stage. I would say this internal dialogue suggests that in this case there was a lot of reasoning through the problem involved.

  ‘I think if we cut the trees down, we can lay lawns and have a lake for wild-fowl, with flower beds and borders. We can build a summer-house with many arbours and marble statues everywhere. Nature can be modelled, shaped and controlled.’

   ‘No! Why not have a forest garden and encourage wildlife with deer, squirrels and much birdlife. A natural garden would be best, we don’t need the artificiality of manicured lawns and borders, that is too much like hard work. Nature always wins in the end, whatever we do.’

  “We can always concrete the whole area over and build high-rise flats, we could make a lot of money that way. Nature would take a long time to win then!’

  ‘Now you are being silly, I know you don’t like to be overlooked and feel crowded, I see a natural garden, where we keep the trees and shrubs. We would have our isolation with privacy to write and create. We will have a vegetable plot with chickens in the middle of our own forest. Nature would be our friend and we would both win then.’

  ‘Yes! We can build a small gallery with workshops and encourage a community of artists and writers. We will build cabins in the yard and sell our work in the gallery shop. Nature would be our partner and our friend.’

  © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

THE FROTH OF A CONMAN   

SUNDAY 11th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’

Prompt FROTH

FROTH

by John Yeo

  The conundrum for the day was how to turn a seemingly ordinary five letter word like froth into an interesting Blog post. 

   My ever-creative mind conjured a situation where my main character; call him Phil, a go ahead young man who unwittingly has become the target of Silas, a smooth-talking con man. Phil has engineered a number of lucrative deals for his employer HMQ and is in receipt of a generous bonus. 

  Silas has arranged a meet to discuss some dodgy investments. Realisation of the situation has set in for Phil, but curiosity drove him to attend the ill-starred meeting.

 I wrote a villanelle style poem to describe the meeting and the outcome. 

 After all this is poetry month and so far I’ve completed a poem-a-day……

THE FROTH OF A CONMAN   

by John Yeo



I avoided getting caught in his intricate web,
Becoming just another part of his vocal froth;
With guarded responses I never turned my head.

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I kept my distance stayed free instead,

I’m part of a suit tailored from a different cloth,
I avoided getting caught in his intricate web.

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The froth on his promises never soaked my bread;
The smart trickster used words to subtly rebuff,
With guarded responses I never turned my head.

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The inn where we met was a place to dread,
Our meeting started smooth then dirty and rough

 As I avoided getting caught in his intricate web.

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I escaped clean away quickly or I’d be dead,
Using my ingrained logic, I stayed my wrath;

With guarded responses I never turned my head.

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I avoided the invitation to join in the thread
Of broken promises stirred into a palatable broth;
I avoided getting caught in his intricate web,
With guarded responses I never turned my head.



© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

INCUBATE

FRIDAY 9th APRIL 2021 ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’

Prompt ~Incubate

INCUBATE

by John Yeo

Bird lays eggs

in her nest

provides warmth

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from soft down

incubates.

Chicks soon hatch.

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Hunt for food

nestlings grow 

and soon fledge.

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This is a Tricubes poetry form.

Each line contains three syllables.

Each stanza contains three lines.

Each poem contains three stanzas

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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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 each other.
Pushed into flight by our parents insisting
Our shining iridescent plumage glistened over
As our feathers formed and became 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.

© ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

TURN, TURN, TURN

THURSDAY 8th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ TURN, TURN, TURN

For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?

I

TURN, TURN, TURN

by John Yeo

February dark is merging with March birdsong

Our tender baby plants protected from the weather

A forecast with ice and snow on the horizon.

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Our plants fed, watered, nurtured and growing strong.

Spring is not very far, yet winter days last forever,

February dark is merging with March birdsong.

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Wind howls from the north the season seems to prolong.

Harsh hardship for growers who have to be clever

A forecast with ice and frost on the horizon.

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April brings welcome showers as flowers begin to throng

A carpet of colour spreads far outwards wherever

February is merging with March and April birdsong.

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The farmer has learnt to always weather the storm,

Never afraid to stand his ground whatever, whenever.

A forecast with rain and floods is on the horizon.

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Never taking shelter from the storms of life,

Ever ready to spread warmth with a smile.

A forecast with sun and warm rain on the horizon.

Merging February, March, April with a May Spring song.

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This prompt was another relatively easy prompt for me to respond to. As gardeners  and confirmed allotment holders, Margaret and I follow the seasons closely. 

 I’m certain spring is the season we look forward to most, as this is the month when most of our hard work is done. We need to sow most of our vegetable seeds in the spring. We grow a surprising amount of our brassica seeds in large tubs, before transplanting the baby plants into their final resting place in the allotment beds.

We are always at the mercy of weather fluctuations, as a late spring frost could easily wipe everything out, sending us straight back to square one. 

 Spring is for me, the favourite time of the year, for the beauty of birdlife, their wonderful tuneful breeding season when the dawn chorus reaches the heights.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

PRIZED POSSESSION

FRIDAY 5th APRIL 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Daily Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ PRIZED POSSESSION

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it? 

 

PRIZED POSSESSION

by John Yeo

  High adventure, romance, and crime.

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A uniform array of seats and students,

A desk, an inkwell and a blotter,

A dipping pen with a removable nib,

Blotting paper to soak up the blobs

Inky fingers from leaks and smudges

Nib scratching on an exercise book,

Nibs that got crossed from wearing them in

Tailored to the way you held the pen.

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Train drivers, firemen and cowboys.

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Then a competition for all the class,

The prize to win was a modern pen

Blue in colour with a silver nib

With a container made of rubber within

That was filled by a lever with blue black ink.

Write a story, an essay or a poem

Using inspiration and imagination.

I won that pen through determination.

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Nature, gardens and current affairs.

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I respected that pen for years to come

My writing improved and my comprehension

A prize with hidden value beyond measure

That allowed me to convey my inner thoughts. 

To all around it was just a cheap pen,

To me it represented a treasure fairly won

A gateway to expressing thought on paper

Writing many stories, essays and poems.

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Experiences of life, love and growing up.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

This prompt was quite easy for me to answer, as I had already answered something like it in a poetry group Margaret and I were both members of seven years ago. I wrote this poem which is based on an actual event that happened during my school days. The fountain pen I won did give me a lot of service over the years. Sadly, I can’t remember exactly what happened to the pen but the main section of this writing prompt is answered within this poem. I think I probably outgrew or lost this wonderful prize that was responsible for inspiring and enabling me to put my thoughts on paper over many years since.

The Germination of Significance from an Insignificant Seed