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.

VAGUE THOUGHTS 

FRIDAY 23rd APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

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

PROMPT ~ VAGUE

VAGUE THOUGHTS 

by John Yeo



When I grow up again I want to be free
Of all the things that are holding me back.
When I grow up again I want to be really me.

I’ll be branching out, growing strong like a tree,
Removing the shackles to get right on track,
When I grow up again I want to be free.

I’ll quickly dispose of childish immaturity
Reaching upwards to grasp all I lack,
When I grow up again I want to be really me.

My mind will be reaching for my destiny
Shaking off vague thinking and stepping back.
When I grow up again I want to be free.

I know there can be no guarantee
That my ambition will be able to attack,
When I grow up again I want to be really me.

I will change my life and become carefree
Pushing to my goal without drawback,
When I grow up again I want to be free
When I grow up again I want to be really me.



© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

MALLET

WEDNESDAY 21st APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

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

Prompt ~ MALLET 

MALLET

by John Yeo

News of the day comes in the usual flood

From media outlets around the world

Filling the data stream, continuously altered

Arranged and presented in many ways.

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News channels, online electronic airwaves,

The World Wide Web in a universal array.

E-mails, texts and telephone conversation,

Carry the picture to every far flung nation.

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Our peace and safety throughout the land.

Our agency can filter every post or tweet,

E-mail or text, listen in to the calls.

Crash their computers, hack and destroy.

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Insert a virus. Take a Mallet to the threat.

Insidious, real, a modern electronic shield,

Our agency can filter every call, post or text.

Just for your protection you understand.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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

BLOODY BRILLIANT

TUESDAY 16th MARCH 2021

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 ~ BLOODY BRILLIANT



BLOODY BRILLIANT


by John Yeo


Two people are playing chess. One person can read minds, the other person can see the future.

  ‘I know the result is surprising, the funeral is a surprising affair. A double funeral! I like the floral arrangements of chess pieces. When I advance this piece she will be surprised.’

  ‘What is he thinking about? Double funeral! I can read him like a book, he wants me to take the offered pawn, well I’m not going to! I’ll move this Bishop over here and take him by surprise.’

  ‘Ha! I could see that coming and I saw her next move. I wonder what she would make of the fact that her husband didn’t bother to attend her funeral. My wife attended and the rest of the family. I wish they hadn’t shed so many tears over my death. The way she brought that Bishop into play was a cheeky move. We will soon need a Bishop to conduct our double funeral.’

  ‘What’s that nonsense? Is he crazy? We are playing an important match here and all he can think about is death. Utter bloody nonsense. At the back of his mind there is a foggy area where the future should be. Perhaps he is right to be thinking about death. He’s certainly not considering a result in his mind. That line of thought and checkmate move wasn’t a bad idea, I think I’ll have to block him here, I’ll play my Rook allowing me to mate him in three.’

 ‘How did she figure that move out? Anyone would think she was a mind reader the way she can outplay my most obscure lines. Any minute now it will be curtains for both of us. Lady, if you can read my mind; start praying now. I will bring this pawn into play to bring the endgame closer.’

‘What the heck? I think he’s onto me. Here goes my unplanned assault…..…….. Bloody brilliant!’

“Checkmate!” 

A shout came from the audience as a man dressed in battle fatigues rose and sprayed both players with an automatic machine gun; killing them both instantly.
 

 © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

ELEMENTAL ORBITS

FRIDAY 29th JANUARY 2021

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 ~ELEMENTAL ORBITS

ELEMENTAL ORBITS

by John Yeo

  The castle looked fantastic. We had arrived in orbit around  a mysterious gold planet.

A massive fortress loomed up as we arrived and our spacecraft began to orbit around the planet.
     ‘Wow!’ exclaimed Palmer, the officer in control of the outer cameras.  ‘What’s that? It seems to be shining like gold in the path of the light reflected from the twin Suns orbiting the planet.’


    ‘OK, Captain,’  shouted  Palmer, ‘Remote surface readings, indicate an atmosphere that is identical to Earth’s. There is a solid surface, one mile away from the castle. The area around the castle however is reading as unstable, almost like a quicksand in the desert. I can only describe this as a dust moat. There is no indication of life anywhere at this time. The castle itself is certainly built of gold, it’s registering as element 79, on our geological instruments.’

‘I’m not sure but I think that is actually gold; or it could be a brand new material unknown to our science. We better get down there and take a look. Prepare to land. Take your places  everyone in the landing party.’ said the Captain. 

The Captain responded with the words, ‘Stand-by team! We are going down. Follow my instructions to the letter, we must be on our guard against all eventualities.’
  The desert Suns were competing with each other to scorch the surface of the planet, as the landing craft set down as close to the castle as possible. Gold was the element that drew the travellers to this scorching, parched, planet. A solid gold castle that promised astounding riches. A strong whirlwind began to swirl the surface dust of the planet, covering everything and everyone. Visibility became poor, then impossible, the team quickly erected pods to shield them from the swirling, whirling, maelstrom of dust.
Some time later when the storm had abated, the team emerged from their shelters to an astounding discovery. The castle had completely disappeared, the Captain immediately ordered the mission to be aborted with a rapid return to the ship. As the spacecraft took off and entered into a searching elemental orbit around the planet using the geological instruments, the officer on the watch gasped as the gold castle was clearly visible on the planet once again.
  ‘Captain! Look a bridge has appeared across the dry moat, do you think this is a sign of welcome!’ exclaimed officer Mcquirter.
  The Captain was dismissive and ordered the spacecraft to continue into space.
    ‘We will record this as alien science; an astonishing planet, I am not prepared to risk our lives by landing again. We narrowly escaped a strange fate, a dusty quicksand moat can suck the unwary into a painful death. Onward team!’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


MONDAY 23rd NOVEMBER 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 ~ THE FUTURELESS FUTURE .

THE FUTURELESS FUTURE 

by John Yeo

  A mysterious man entered the marketplace in the town of Northchester carrying an ornate, richly decorated chest.

       ‘Gather round folks I would like to reveal an instrument that could transport your innermost soul to places you could never dream of. I bring an instrument that is capable of changing your life forever.’

 Then with a flourish, he pulled off the lid to reveal the contents of the box:

 An ordinary antique black plastic telephone. A scratched, battered, extremely well used, old fashioned telephone.

 The telephone suddenly rang! 

    The mystery man said.  ‘This proves this is not just any old telephone, this is a special telephone.

A line to the timeline of history revealing the twists and turns of the life of the planet since time began.

To travel through the timeline one just needs to dial the year one wants to visit. No kidding! Past, Present or hopefully the Future.’

  The worrying thing was when you dialed the future there was no response. 

‘Why was this?’  You questioned the powers in authority.

 Mr. Optimist replied. ‘There is no reply as the future hasn’t happened yet.’

    Mr. Pessimist said. ‘There is no reply because there is no future. A bomb has wiped out the entire planet. There is no future!’

   There was a third person present. An old man who shrugged and said. ‘Hang up the phone; it is written.’

 The wise old sage in the company then addressed the mysterious stranger.

     ‘Sir! Excuse me please. I don’t think there could ever be such a thing as physical time-travel. The end result would never be the same. People would surely travel backward and forwards in time to undo or change an unfortunate action or to rectify a mistake. Surely one person’s mistake is another person’s gain.

Some of us may not actually exist. How many times have people admitted their child sadly was the product of an unfortunate mistake?

 The past surely should be left in the past. The future is surely best left in the empty mists of time.’

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

THURSDAY 12th NOVEMBER 2020 ~ POETRY.

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 ~ PHOTO ALLERGIC.

IMAGE INSECURITY 

by John Yeo 

Whenever he heard a camera make an ominous click

He shook with anxiety his breathing out of control

 He almost fainted, he was becoming photo allergic. 

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Every photograph he saw made him physically sick 

His eyes filled with tears, he was hard to console

Whenever he heard a camera make an ominous click.

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He knew fate had played a cruel despicable trick

A photograph had captured his heart and soul,

He almost fainted, he was becoming photo allergic. 

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Everyone he met looked a confirmed sceptic 

The frightening feelings built and began to unroll

Whenever he heard a camera make an ominous click.

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He pleaded with everyone, ‘Please don’t take a pic!

The slightest suggestion took a terrible toll

He almost fainted, he was becoming photo allergic. 

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His state of mind cut through his feelings to the quick

There was no escape he would scream and cajole

Whenever he heard a camera make an ominous click

He fainted – He was clearly photo allergic.

©️ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

MR PEACOCK’S POSSESSIONS

SUNDAY 8th NOVEMBER 2020 ~ BOOK REVIEW 

MR PEACOCK’S POSSESSIONS


by LYDIA SYSON

  Mr Peacock and his wife run a medium sized Inn located in a seaport in New Zealand. The growing family are just about getting by on the profits of the Inn and their six children are in danger of going hungry.
  Along comes a speculator who paints a wonderful picture of a fertile tropical island which he can lay claim to and settle on with the family. Life would be so easy, they would be self-sufficient and he would own the island. In return he would find a buyer for the Inn and Mr Peacock would be able to buy supplies and fund the passage for the family.
  Excitement grows and the family finally arrive, on Monday Island. The stark reality of the sheer rocky cliffs and lack of anything except basics adds to the feeling of dread. Mr Peacock finds he has been cheated when he has opened the bags and boxes of supplies he purchased from the ship’s Captain and finds rotten foodstuffs and flour.

  The family slowly settles in and begIns to overcome these initial setbacks Trading vessels were few and far between, due to the location of the island and the landing difficulties.
  The ship that had dropped them off returned with six South sea islanders to help with the work. At this time Albert, their oldest son disappears. This disappearance and the mystery of the missing  Albert runs right through the book.
The six islanders work hard, settle and begin to slowly integrate. Much suspense and suggestions of racism and slavery run throughout the background of the story.
There Is a vivid description of the birth of the Peacock families seventh child, 

 There is a wonderful amalgamation of Biblical religion and the Mythic mysterious Islanders beliefs. There Is a rich vein of suspense running through the final chapters which makes this book unputdownable 
The culmination of the story is the solution to the mystery of the missing Albert. This leads to a shocking revelation with the finale to a brilliant well written story.


Written by John Yeo

(365 WORDS)

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.