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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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AN UNREASONABLE FATE


For today’s prompt, write a reason poem. If this prompt seems unreasonable, just remember all the reasons you write poetry or enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, etc. Or provide a reasoned argument for your lack of reason. Only you know your reasons.

Wednesday 17th April 2019

DAY SEVENTEEN

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AN UNREASONABLE FATE


by John Yeo

A rising star in the field of physics
Left college early after a torrid affair.
A lady with questioning dynamics
Prevented a brilliant future career.
Love blossomed, a blinding future
Stymied by uncontrollable charms.
Passion followed, then a baby to nurture
Solace found in each other’s arms.
First love is never subject to reason.

Cost counted the funds to live by
A hard struggle a solution not found.
The physics student was passed by
Job requests fell on stony ground.
Hope eroded as the bills overcame
A steady income to survive was a must
Any job would suffice to ease the pain
The dead end a result of hopeless lust.
First love is never subject to reason.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

UNCHARTED TERRITORY


For today’s prompt, write a catch poem. Catch a cold, a ball, a fish, or someone’s eye.

Tuesday 16th January 2019

DAY SIXTEEN

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UNCHARTED TERRITORY


by John Yeo

Explore the dream, wherever it leads,
A voyage aboard a fishing trawler.
Brave the storms and high rough seas,
Follow the Albatross to explore the North.

The temperature slowly gets colder
Huge shapes appear on the horizon,
Icebergs, slowly sliding into view,
The ice field stretches for miles.

Land on the starboard, rocks and high cliffs,
Seabirds fill the skies and seas
Screaming, fighting, vying for food.
We traverse the channel to the craggy shore.

Uncharted territory, unexplored mystery,
A new direction to a brand new bay.
Formed from the slowly melting ice sheet,
Covered and unseen for centuries.

Dolphins and Whales are visible here
Feeding in the life filled seas.
We approach the shore and cast  our nets,
Our hold fills rapidly bursting with fish.

A bloody battle near the shore
As a tiger shark kills a seal.
The Captain holds the ship steady
Nature in the raw. Then a storm breaks.

Our Captain turns the vessel around
We head off fast from the turmoil,
High winds, snow and huge rough waves,
Homeward bound with the catch.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL

Half. Way. There. It’s all downhill from here.

For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.

Monday 15th April 2019

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A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL


by John and Margaret 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:

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:

The world will become a gigantic desert;
Our scientists are all very clever:
The soil will dry and become sand;
They will find ways to make a stand:

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:

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:

For every pessimist there is an optimist.

© Written by John and Margaret Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

LONDON UK


Two weeks! That’s how much poeming we’re about to complete. Big deal. For today’s prompt, pick a state (or province, territory, etc.), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. A few possibilities include New York, California, Ontario, Bavaria, and Champagne. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Feel free to bend this in any direction you wish.

Sunday 14th April 2019

DAY FOURTEEN

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LONDON UK


by John Yeo

We’d decided to explore London Town
Following the familiar tourist trail
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

The Infamous Tower brought on a frown
Torture and death in the hopeless jail
We’d decided to explore London Town.

The Houses of Parliament, laws laid down,
Buckingham Palace will never grow stale
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

High above, the London Eye turns around
Circling to add wonder to the cities portrayal
We’d decided to explore London Town.

Theatre and Art galleries, Museums abound.
London’s exciting vibrancy will never stale
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

Hyde Park, Madame Tussaud’s high renown
Horseguards and Westminster never fail
We’d decided to explore London Town.
Steeped in history a jewel in the crown.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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A UNIQUE HERITAGE


For today’s prompt, write a view poem. Wherever you’re at, you have a view: maybe of a river or sunset. Maybe of a cubicle or a copy machine. Even the blind have a view of darkness, nothingness, or some other -ness. And that’s just being literal, because everyone has views on sports, politics, poetry, etc.

Saturday 13th April 2019

DAY THIRTEEN

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A UNIQUE HERITAGE


(A view of colonisation)
By John Yeo

Time is like many grains of sand
Each grain is an aeon of a life-span,
our land is old and contains
Our heritage, our past, our forefathers remains.

We befriended and welcomed you here,
You shared our land and resources.
We welcomed your views and new ways,
A surrender in peace when you took control.

You thrive and get rich from our land,
Our nation has customs, a glorious past.
We worship our Gods, our dreams are real
We have mysterious age-old ways and beliefs.

Please respect our customs, enjoy our ways
Do not claim our art or our heritage
Respect our culture, it is all we have left
To sustain us and pass on, for our children.

© Written by John Yeo All rights reserved.

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