RAINDROPS NEVER LIE

THURSDAY 13th AUGUST 2020

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..

August writing prompts

RAINDROPS NEVER LIE

by John Yeo

To a blind person, senses speak louder than words.

The heat from the sun could be the heat from a fire,

The touch of quivering jelly could be bubbling mud.

The shadows of light could be moonlight or torchlight

But the touch of a rainshower falling from the sky

To a blind person seeking truth, raindrops never lie.

Blindness needs feelings to experience the truth,

The sound of thunder could mean gunfire and warfare.

The birds in the trees compete with insects and bees

With a cacophony of nature that is unique and pure

The waves of water battering the rocky seashore,

The feel of a million raindrops cascading from the sky

Gently caressing the eye means raindrops never lie.

© Written by John Yeo

A SIZABLE SANCTUARY

TUESDAY 11th AUGUST 2020

This post is written by response to a prompt by ‘M’ on WordPress which can be accessed by following the link below.

August writing prompts

A SIZABLE SANCTUARY

by John Yeo

The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury

Every need of the occupant was catered for

The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.

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The Captain headed off on this voyage in a hurry

The passenger laid back watching the receding shore

The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury.

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The wind on the waves blew calm and blustery

As the boat left for distant parts to explore

The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.

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The rich man had left the pandemic instantly

News broke of the deaths and spread, so sure

The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury.

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The awful truth of the dangers and the discovery

The symptoms were much too plain to ignore

The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.

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His medical team monitored his health constantly

As the wealthy man gazed from his position offshore,

The motor cruiser was steeped in luxury.

The sea would always be a sizable sanctuary.

~

© Written by John Yeo

HE WAS HUNGRY FOR HER

SUNDAY 26th JUNE 2020

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..

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HE WAS HUNGRY FOR HER

by John Yeo

Captain Martin a dedicated astronaut and flyer,

Met Mary Lee, a high flying flirt and a tease, 

He was so besotted he was hungry for her.

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Captain Martin, enveloped with strong desire

The flight plan filled his heart with unease,

Captain Martin a dedicated astronaut and flyer.

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Copilot Mary smiled as the rocket flew higher

The Captain was impressed with her expertise 

He was so besotted he was hungry for her.

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Deep space surrounded the rocket, still on fire 

Mary Lee pouted, flashed her eyes to unfreeze

Captain Martin a dedicated astronaut and flyer.

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The autopilot flew onward, Mary removed her attire

Captain Martin approached trying hard to please.

He was so besotted he was hungry for her.

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The stars shone brilliantly, fate seemed to conspire

Lighting a scene for love, with no guarantees. 

Captain Martin a dedicated astronaut and flyer 

He was so besotted he was hungry for her.

© Written by John Yeo

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TWO HANDS ARE ALL I’VE GOT

MONDAY 20th JULY 2020

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..

TWO HANDS ARE ALL I’VE GOT

by John Yeo

   The audience were spellbound as the greatest magician in history started to perform. The cards always fell in the right order for him as the stooge on the stage passed them to him face down. He could predict which card would turn up whenever he shuffled the pack. 

 ‘Would anyone in the audience care to step up and select a card and I’ll pay £50 to anyone who can trip me up.’

  Glen was a daredevil sort of chap and leapt forward to volunteer. ‘I’ll do it! I bet I can stop you from making your predictions.’

Walden, the magician smiled and nodded, he had seen so many of this type over the years, he could almost predict what was going through the young man’s mind.

The cards were dealt and Walden was correct every time. All of a sudden the youngster dealt the cards, grabbed the magician by the wrists and held his hands tightly. ‘Now tell me what card is upside down on top of the pack, charlatan’.

 ‘Walden smiled and replied, ‘Look, you’re holding my hands, two hands are all I’ve got, I’m blindfolded, the card on top is the six of diamonds.’ 

   With that, Walden delivered a well aimed kick to Glens groin, causing him to double over in pain and let his hands free. Walden then turned the card over to reveal he was right. 

‘Two hands maybe all I’ve got and all I need, when I play the cards right.

© Written by John Yeo

NICETIES DON’T BRING RAINBOWS


SUNDAY 19th JULY 2020

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..

NICETIES DON’T BRING RAINBOWS

by John Yeo

    Grandma Rawlings was an invalid permanently confined to her bed. Little Mary and Peter went for a visit and dashed into her bedroom carrying gifts and sat on the side of her bed.

     ‘Hallo Granny! They chorused, ‘How are you feeling today?’

    ‘Fine thanks, you two. Have you been behaving yourselves and being nice to everyone?’

   Peter replied, ‘Of course Grandma! We got caught in a shower on the way here, but the sun was shining at the same time.’

   Mary laughingly butted in and said, ‘Hey Granny! Did you see the lovely rainbow today?  It was huge and spread right across the sky.’

   ‘Don’t be silly Mary, that’s not very nice. Your Granny has to stay in bed all of the time. However can she see the rainbow outside?’ Interrupted their Mother, who had just entered the bedroom with a tray containing tea and biscuits.

   ‘Oh! Don’t worry dear! Don’t blame the children. They’ll never understand that however good they are, niceties don’t bring rainbows.’

    At that point their Father smiled and said, ‘Oh yes they do! Look here,’ Then he produced his mobile phone with a beautiful photograph of the rainbow.

   The old lady’s face lit up.  ‘Oh Thanks!,  That’s nice!’ 

© Written by John Yeo 

SORROWS OF THE SOUL

FRIDAY 17th JULY 2020

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..

SORROWS OF THE SOUL 

by John Yeo

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control

The darkness drew in, within his room and without 

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

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His thoughts became dominant, slowly taking a toll,

The efforts of the battle filled him full of doubt

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control.

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He worried about the problems as a unified whole,

He stifled his impulse to scream and call out

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

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His problems descended in a rush with a shoal,

His helpless innocence drowned in sorrow throughout 

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control.

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His troubles quickly multiplied, he lost sight of his goal,

His intention was desperate, all convention to flout

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

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He felt as if he’d drowned in an enormous fishbowl 

Spinning, and turning speedily on a huge roundabout

He tossed and turned trying to get his mind in control,

His head was churning with the sorrows of the soul.

© Written by John Yeo 

SUPER LOVE

 

SUPER LOVE

 

by John Yeo

 

 

It was just intellectually incredible

 

When the super poem came together,

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.

 

 

The first few drafts absolutely disposable

 

The meaning cloaked with words so clever

 

It was just intellectually incredible.

 

 

A polished accomplishment purely sensual

 

An approach to the heart with love forever

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.

 

 

The words made sense, a beautiful parable

 

Designed from the heart bringing pleasure,

 

It was just intellectually incredible.

 

 

The mutual attraction was unbelievable

 

Two hearts joined, never to sever,

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.

 

 

A super display with love conceptual

 

A loving lifeline with words to treasure.

 

It was just intellectually incredible

 

The reaction would surely be inevitable.


Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

JIGGLY JENNY

JIGGLY JENNY

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Jenny Saunders was a star pupil at St Winifred’s school and she was a well thought of young lady by everyone in the whole school. She was an incredible mathematician who studied figures and always had her head in the clouds. It was Mrs, Wilkinson, the English teacher who gave Jenny the nickname of jiggly. Every time she pulled out her pencil case there would be a loud jingle as the coins jingled and jangled whenever the box was picked up. Jenny laughing always said it was her jiggle box everyone smiled at that and for the rest of her schooldays Jenny became known as Jiggly Jenny.  One day she went missing from the school, nobody knew where she had disappeared, she just seemed to vanish. Mr Measures, the science teacher was incredibly worried, especially as they’d been working on the mathematical theory of invisibility.

Suddenly there was a jingle jiggly sound from behind the school book cupboard and Jenny appeared, rubbing her eyes.

 ‘Have I got a story to tell you?’ she said.

© Written by John Yeo.

LIFELONG FRIENDS

FRIDAY 12th JUNE 2020 ~ BLOG POST

 Writing Prompt


Write about two people who grow up together, eventually part ways, move to different sides of the country, and somehow still end up unintentionally running into each other very frequently for the rest of their lives.

LIFELONG FRIENDS

by John Yeo

  St. Judes care home was located in a large house that was once a country mansion. Over 200 young boys aged between 13 and 16, were educated and cared for here. Martin had lost both his parents in a road accident and following a brief stay in a reception centre was allocated a place. The home was a residential school, based on the management and ethics of regular boarding schools. 

 Martin was overwhelmed with the change in his circumstances and took his time finding his way around and getting to know the ropes. Martin was a quiet boy, keeping himself to himself for the first couple of weeks as he adapted to his new environment. He was 13 years old, a stocky lad with brown eyes and a shock of brown hair that had been cut severely short during his first week at school.

 One day after breakfast he was on his way to the school hall for the morning assembly when he came across several boys shouting and tussling. Two larger boys were kicking a smaller lad who was lying on the ground with his hands over his head desperately trying to deflect their punishing boots, Martin instantly ran forward and started pushing the bigger boys to one side, punching wildly, as he took their attention away from the prone form on the concrete path. The smaller lad struggled to his feet and despite a nose that was streaming with blood started to fight alongside Martin. The two bigger boys were taken by surprise at this fight back and were fighting the two smaller boys, suddenly a loud voice from the corridor shouted, ‘Stop that at once!’ Mr Cuttle, one of the housemasters had turned the corner.

 The boys all fled in different directions, leaving Mr Cuttle to wonder. 

  This was how Martin, known throughout the school as Marty met his lifelong friend, Walter, known by everyone as Wally.

 Wally was a thin lad, 13 years old, with dark hair and blue eyes. An unusual combination that betrayed his Irish ancestry.

 They instantly became inseparable, firm friends and out for revenge on the two bullies.

 Marty had the bright idea of discovering who they were, what form they were in and following them, to discover their weaknesses and then strike. Wally was a popular boy, who had been at the school for a couple of months before Marty had arrived.

 Two days later, Marty said to Wally, 

     ‘I know who they are, they’re both prefects who have a reputation for being nasty people, they have many friends and we’ll have to be careful how we handle this.’

 Wally grinned and said,

 ’Don’t worry, I have a plan, we’ll trap them behind the bike sheds and teach them a lesson they will never forget. We will let it be known that we have a secret supply of cigarettes stashed there and when they come to check it, we’ll take them by surprise.’

 ‘Oh yes! Where will we get the cigarettes and how will we surprise them?” asked Marty.

 ‘Don’t worry! I have the cigarettes and all we need to do is drop a hint to Sneaky that we will be smoking behind the bike shed after dinner tonight. He’s bound to pass it on and we can lie in wait.’ replied Wally.

 Everything went off fabulously well and later that night Wally and Marty hid the cigarettes and climbed onto the bike shed roof to watch the fun. As predicted the two prefects arrived and discovered an unopened packet of cigarettes with matches lying on the floor with no one around, there were sounds of someone fleeing from the scene.

 The two bullies laughed and nudged each other, ‘They’re scared!’

At that moment a hail of missiles rained down from the bike shed roof and buckets of water were thrown soaking the two prefects.

 Wally and Marty leapt off the roof and proceeded to exact their revenge on the two bigger lads, using their fists and their feet.

Blood was everywhere as the bigger boys were beaten and ran for it towards the school building.

 The next day found the two bullies with a black eye each and one had a split lip, which looked rather nasty.

 Nothing was ever said about this and rumour had it that two prefects had been beaten by some trespassers in the school grounds.

 Wally and Marty knew they would never admit to having been beaten up by two much smaller young boys.

 Wally and Marty got through their school years getting into many other scrapes together. They went their separate ways after they left school and met up again in the army and many other separate occasions over their lifetimes. Taking care of each other in many strange adventures and circumstances.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

KALEIDOSCOPE


SATURDAY 6th JUNE 2020

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KALEIDOSCOPE 

Shifting colours, swirling shapes

Geometric patterns forming.

A vigorous shake brings shades 

Magical images storming.

Eyes sparkle with reflected hope

Meeting the mysterious kaleidoscope.

©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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