MUSICAL CHAIR

A prompt response for  Inspiration Monday ~ MUSICAL CHAIR

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MUSICAL CHAIR


by John Yeo 



The natural sounds are music to my ear
Resounding round my comfortable chair,
My life will begin and end as I sit here.

The magic of the sound swirls far and near,
Harmony soaking through melodic air;
The natural sounds are music to my ear.

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

Life becomes love becomes music clear;
A dreamy soulful symphony where
The natural sounds are music to my ear.

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

The music with my chair wings steer
Mind to crystal clarity without care.
The natural sounds are music to my ear
My life will begin and end as I sit here. 



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Inspiration Monday: CUPCAKE STEALTH / GLORIOUS MONOTONY.

A Prompt Response for Inspiration Monday

http://bekindrewrite.com/2016/05/16/inspiration-monday-glorious-monotony/

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Inspiration Monday: Cupcake Stealth / Glorious Monotony.

Like it or loathe it, I put two prompts together here. Some will say I should separate them~Stealthily subtract the Glorious Monotony from all Cupcake relations?

 

GLORIOUS MONOTONY

NANCY

by John Yeo

  Nancy was a city slicker, a stock marketeer who bought and sold stock on the open worldwide market. The excitement of closing deals and making bids, sent her adrenaline levels through the roof.

  Nancy’s lifestyle was an incredible whirlwind of rubbing shoulders with the immensely rich and privileged people who frequented the social hotspots in many parts of the world.

  Everything went according to a well drawn, well perceived plan. Nancy had a personal portfolio that showed her to be a millionaire several times over on paper

 Many of the super rich trusted her judgement implicitly and she soon became the fashionable broker to deal with.

Before the stock market crash exploded and ripped the guts from the market, her world seemed indestructible.

Nancy began to have palpitations as realisation started to set in. Smelling the smoke before the fire took hold, Nancy collapsed in writhing pain.

  “Call an ambulance urgently!”  was the cry from the floor of the exchange.

  “A very important broker has collapsed in pain!” Shouted a bystander nervously.

 “CPR is being applied, by a trained, in-house, first-aider!”  Screamed an employee into the phone.

An ambulance magically appeared, almost before the call had finished. Nancy was taken aboard, hooked to machines, reviving gas and injections with medication applied.

  Nancy was rushed away fast. The ambulance siren cleared the way, all the way to a private airfield.

    Nancy was pushed into an aircraft that raced away to parts unknown.

  When the Market crashed later that day, many millions were lost. Curiously one portfolio survived the crash, through judicious clearing of stock.

   Nancy had disappeared! Never to return to her desk. Questions were asked in many quarters

How did she know? Instinct was the obvious reply.

Where had she gone? Most importantly: Why?

   Two years later a wedding took place on an exclusive privately owned Island.

In the glorious monotony of a sun-soaked lifestyle, one day looks exactly the same as the last.

The bride had a very familiar smile!  A high society marriage without any fuss. Just a few close associates, the groom was of Royal descent and insisted the wedding was kept hush-hush. A celebration without any fuss.

 His lovely wife smiled and directed the celebrations. In her own words to her loving husband, enjoying the glorious monotony of her clever shrewd brain. The new Bride said…..

“I have to laugh at the preparations, I will own up to how it all began.”

 

Her husband smiled indulgently.

 

CUPCAKE STEALTH

NANCY’S TALE

by John Yeo

“I promised the chef we wouldn’t sample them.

Displayed on a four-tier cake-stand.

Iced delights in succulent splendour,

Red, and Blue icing with white runny cream.

 

The celebration was scheduled for ten.

The occasion was set to be frightfully grand.

Full of pomp and glamorous grandeur,

Covered with napkins frightfully clean.

 

We retired, sipping cocktails together, when

The afternoon didn’t quite go as planned

The chef, returning to view with wonder,

Suddenly startled us with a piercing scream.

 

A bundle of black and white fur left the kitchen

Followed by a chef, with rolling-pin in hand

Seeking restitution for a feline blunder

A clumsy kitten had destroyed the dream.

 

A pitiful pile of cupcakes half bitten,

Lay in a heap looking far from grand.

The chef  screaming with a face of thunder.

Cursing, swearing, venting his spleen.

 

As a supermarket helicopter stealthily arrived

Delivering  factory-made cupcakes.”

 

The royal couple watched the sunset, in a glorious dreamy monotonous haze, neither Bride or Groom desired the cupcakes.

 

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LAST MINUTE!

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Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-330/comment-page-1#comment-3593231

For today’s prompt, write a shopping poem.

LAST MINUTE!

by John Yeo

“Come on Mum! Hurry up, we have to do everything now!
It must be done by a certain time! Have you got the list?
Straight away, without delay, amid the appalling crush.
We must get everything now, in a fast and furious rush
We must get things under full control, time is passing by.

 

A pair of slippers for Grumps, his are wearing out fast.
A box of chocolates for Grandma to nibble by the fire.
Toys for the kids, go for the best to ignite their interest.
Uncle will welcome socks, in dazzling fluorescent green.
Hampers all around the family, made up specially by us.

 

For Aunt Mary, delicate, lacy white hankies are nice.
The cousins will welcome a bottle of sparkling wine
Two cases should be enough to nicely go around.
We must do it all today, in a fast and furious rush
Straight away, without delay, amid the appalling crush.

 

This is a mega-market place, everything is right here,
Piled up and for sale, to take home some Christmas cheer.
Still once we get home wth the shopping done,
We can raise a glass of cheer. Cheers everyone!
Good job this shopping season only comes once a year”

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ THE FACE OF HIDDEN FEELING

This is a belated Picture it and Write prompt from Emilia’s blog 25th October 2015

https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/10/25/picture-it-write-75

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THE FACE OF HIDDEN FEELING

by John Yeo

I am the one who knows the real me, deep inside I am angry and unhappy.
My eyes are blind, but my soul can see, the futility and prejudice in this unhappy world. My hands have been painted with wide open eyes to give the illusion of sight. When I remove my hands to touch and feel, my eyes will always be unable to see, the pain and sorrow in this unhappy world.
The eyes in my soul will never shed tears, in sympathy or sadness. I have had the artist describe my looks, to reflect a face I will never see, in any mirror that will work for me.

And yet….

I am the one who knows the real me, deep inside I am happy and carefree.
My eyes are blind but my soul can see, the hope for the future of this wonderful world. My hands have been painted to create a disguise and present an illusion of sight. When my hands are removed the painted eyes will never reflect a smile, to mirror the happiness and hope I feel, in this magical mysterious world. The eyes in my soul will forever light up with the joy and happiness I feel. I have had the artist describe my looks, to reflect a face I will never see, in any mirror that will work for me.

Which of my faces is hiding from you, behind my painted hands.

That, I will never, ever, allow you to see!

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