MISINTERPRETATION

Time for our fourth (but not final) Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

Write a free poem. Write a not free poem.

Remember: These are just matches meant to spark your creativity; you are free to poem wherever you wish.

Tuesday 23rd April 2019

DAY TWENTY-THREE

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MISINTERPRETATION


by John Yeo

“Do you have to torture me, trapped in here?
I enjoy your treats when I cry out to you.
I think you like the sound of my voice
Complaining in tune.”
~
“I particularly hate that hook by the window,
Where you sometimes hang this cage.
I envy the freedom of birds in flight.
My soul breaks out in tune.”
~
“My heart is slowly wasting away
I am losing the urge to keep up the fight,
Yet whenever I try to reach you, to beg for release,
You reward my tune with a treat.”

Copyright © ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


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FREE SPIRIT


Time for our fourth (but not final) Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

Write a free poem. Write a not free poem.

Remember: These are just matches meant to spark your creativity; you are free to poem wherever you wish.

Tuesday 23rd April 2019

DAY TWENTY-THREE

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

FREE SPIRIT


by John Yeo

The wind is a spirit set free,
Gusty and wild, without restraint
The wind will always be free.

Cool breezes, wafting, fanning,
A calm wind is a passive friend
The wind is a spirit set free.

The wild wind is a raging beast,
Angry power unrestrained,
The wind will always be free.

Dancing air-waves across the sea,
Gusting whirlwinds in the desert
The wind is a spirit set free.

We use the force of the powerful wind,
We harness the power not the wind
The wind will always be free.

The winds power is a force for good,
Warm thermals softly gusting,
The wind is a spirit set free,
The wind will always be free.

©️ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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TWINS


For today’s prompt, write a correspondence poem. Maybe write a poem that would fit on a postcard or in a letter. Or write a poem about correspondence school. Or jump into newer forms of correspondence like e-mail or text messaging. Of course, not all correspondence is connected to communicating; sometimes one thing corresponds to another by being similar.

Monday 22nd April 2019

DAY TWENTY-TWO

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

TWINS


by John Yeo

‘Keep in touch with me,
I said with a tear in my eye,
‘I’ll miss you so much as time goes by.

My heart will never be free
I can’t really say goodbye
Without heaving an enormous sigh.’

We kept up a ceaseless round of correspondence,
as time irrevocably passed by.

The years passed by slowly
Slipping, sliding, yet gracefully shy,
We hesitated to finally say goodbye.

Our separate lives continued to rely
On fading memories of times gone by.
Our minds were focused ever high.

We had kept up a ceaseless round of correspondence,
as time irrevocably passed by.

Our unique interaction was high,
An association by connection,
A deep affinity of dual relation.

Emblazoned with individual ennui
That melded into a single accordance
Of telepathic communication.

We had kept up a ceaseless round of correspondence,
as time irrevocably passed by.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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BREAK A LEG


For today’s prompt, write a sketch poem. My initial thought is to write a poem that’s like a sketch of a moment or an object. But you can play around with sketchy people or situations. Or just sketch something else together.

Sunday 21st April 2019

DAY TWENTY-ONE

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest


BREAK A LEG


by John Yeo

I sat down with the Director today,
The leading actor preened and ready
We needed to get our act underway.

The sketch was polished but: Hey!
The cast were feeling so unsteady,
I sat down with the Director today.

Everyone was prepared for the affray
The excitement was making us heady
We needed to get our act underway.

The opening scenes were slightly gay
As some of the cast were feeling unsteady
I sat down with the Director today.

A meeting to steel our nerve and pray
The final scenes were polished already
We needed to get our act underway.

Our sketch was worthy of Broadway
A triumph of parochial theatre already;
I sat down with the Director today,
We needed to get our act underway.

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved

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LOST IN THE DARK


Wow! Some how, some way, we’re two thirds of the way through this month already. For today’s prompt, write a dark poem. Cave poems, poems at night, and no electricity poems–these are all appropriate for today’s prompt. Of course, dark has several other connotations as well.

Saturday 20th April 2019

DAY TWENTY

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

LOST IN THE DARK

by John Yeo

Lost in the darkness, which path to take?
I lost the track some days ago
Time has blended into an elastic whole.
Ominous shadows encroach the path
Brushing my head, above and below
Lost in the darkness, which path to take?

A damp, dank smell of rot and decay
An owl screeches in the dawning dark,
Time has blended into an elastic whole.
A tiny cottage hides away in the woods
Candlelight sparkles through a window pane,
Lost in the darkness which path to take.

A heavy knocker adorns a wooden door
Rusting, dilapidated and so much more.
Time has blended into an elastic whole.
I lost my friends, some days ago.
Lost in the darkness, which path to take?
Time has blended into an elastic whole.

The door swings open revealing squalor
Wooden logs and a blackened hearth
An old man dressed in black sits within
Beckoning me to enter and join him
I hesitate as he cackles with an evil laugh
Time has blended into an elastic whole.
Lost in the darkness, which path to take?

© Written by John Yeo All rights reserved

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WATCHING TELEVISION

For today’s prompt, write a license poem. There are many different licenses available to people. Fishing license, driver’s license, license to plate, license to kill, and marriage license. Poem doesn’t have to be about the license, but it could mention a license, happen at a licensing office, or well, use your poetic license.

Friday 19th April 2019

DAY NINETEEN

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

WATCHING TELEVISION


by John Yeo

‘Sorry Sir you can’t do that without a license!’
I found the statement rather irrelevant.
‘What have you got to say in your defence?’

I searched his face for inward malevolence.
He repeated his words with authoritative intent.
‘Sorry Sir you can’t do that without a license!’

It stretched the bounds of common sense
Although I suspect the question was well meant.
‘What have you got to say in your defence?’

I have to admit his title gave little offence;
His pompous attitude showed no relent.
‘Sorry Sir you can’t do that without a license!’

I put his question down to inexperience
His total asinine repetition clearly evident.
‘What have you got to say in your defence?’

I shuddered at his jumped-up perseverance
Which gave me cause for much merriment;
‘Sorry Sir you can’t do that without a license!’
‘What have you got to say in your defence?’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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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

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

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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