PARADOX

SATURDAY 21st NOVEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION 

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PARADOX

by John Yeo

Life is full of paradoxes, none more than in the climate of the current Coronavirus pandemic. 

‘We all face a common enemy in Covid 19, and yet we are the enemy as the transmitters of the disease’ 

‘Under lockdown, we are confined yet overwhelmed.’ 

‘We’ve seen something like this before, yet we’ve never seen anything like this before’ 

‘There are no words for it, yet too many words to describe it.’

(71 WORDS)

THE HACKING ATTEMPT

SATURDAY 24th OCTOBER 2020 ~ BLOG POST

THE HACKING ATTEMPT 

by John Yeo

  There’s nothing worse than the horrific feeling when you suddenly realise you are under attack and in danger of your social media account getting hacked. Suddenly you begin to get sundry messages from a few friends enquiring about a post that purportedly comes from you. Then the fight begins as you hastily check all the latest messages and posts and the realisation begins to sink in that there is an online battle in progress. One message from a family member who instantly realised what was going on, cautioned with the advice to immediately change the password and a report should be sent to the social media site. Strangely an unknown ‘dodgy’ account had surfaced that had my photograph and we both reported this to the social media site. 

  Unbelievably while all this was going on there was a drop in the strength of our internet network signal and I was unable to do much as the signal became weak and started to get weaker. Eventually I was able to put out several messages warning my friends not to open any links that were purportedly to be from me on any of our mutual sites.

  The social media site then emailed to report the suspect site was not pretending to be me. I had to dispute this and I immediately emailed them back pointing out that it was my photograph. The whole site then suddenly disappeared.

  Slowly I proceeded to delete all the unexplained messages on the social media site and things quickly returned to some semblance of normality.

I’m now in the process of changing many of my passwords and personal details on this particular social media site. A frightening day revealing the  ongoing perils of using social media.

LONELINESS

FRIDAY 23rd OCTOBER 2020 ~ BLOG POST

LONELINESS 

by John Yeo

  There is a common condition that is an insidious state of mind that comes upon many, many people, irrespective of social standing or age group. I refer of course to the effects of loneliness which can be a killer that stunts the personality and eats away at a person’s self-esteem. The punishing effects of isolation are infinitely worse at present, due to a tiny lethal virus that spreads through social contact. 

   We have several friends who have lost their partners after many years of a happy relationship, who were struggling with loneliness even before the ongoing Covid pandemic that is sweeping the world. Sadly now in this time of lockdown isolation, these friends are obviously feeling more isolated than ever. The government advice is to stay safe and keep a regulated distance away from others. 

   This practical advice, based on hard scientific evidence is just one of the harsh measures that increases the solitude of many lonely people. Pubs, clubs and cafes are locked down as well as most social and sporting activities where people could meet and socialise with one another. 

  There is nothing to beat social contact with a walking, talking, human being, as opposed to the cold online, or telephone contact that people are reduced to at present.

  The emotional  effects of this sort of situation can be devastating to the sense of identity and forces a deterioration in one’s self confidence. Not being able to fully connect with others leads to a slow insidious corrosion of self esteem that finally affects our communication skills, making it harder to form lasting friendships in the future.

 For those of us who are lucky enough to be in a stable rewarding relationship it becomes something of a huge responsibility to just reach out and take time to talk through the mask of isolation. 

  The proverbial Good Samaritan would be nursing the psychological wounds today of the friend or neighbour who has been robbed of their self esteem by this evil virus and trapped in this cage of loneliness.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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MEATY MUFFINS

MONDAY 21st SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt by M on WordPress 

Which can be found by following the link below.

Today’s prompt is ~ ‘Meaty Muffins’

MEATY MUFFINS

by John Yeo

  Today was genuinely, my birthday and due to the Coronavirus restrictions we were unable to indulge in the Cordon Bleu upper class cuisine of coveted meaty muffins. 

We indulged in a picnic lunch in the sunshine down on the farm. 

This evening we celebrated my birthday with a takeaway fish and chip supper.

Meaty Muffins!  EAT YOUR HEART OUT!

© Written by John Yeo

THE MIRACLE

FRIDAY 18th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ POLISHED PERFECTION 

THE MIRACLE

by John Yeo

   Marquita was crying, sobbing loudly. The family was gathered around a pile of rugs and blankets in the corner of the room. One had to look closely to discern a thin emaciated child wrapped up in this grubby pile of bedding. Her breath was laboured and her chest shuddered from the effects of a hacking cough that seemed to come from deep within her very soul. The wise old Shaman had visited and with a tear in the corner of his crinkled eye, he just shook his head and left.

      ‘She is dying Jose!’ cried Marquita, ‘Our little child Conchita, is going to our forefathers before her time. Is there nothing we can do?’

    Jose just cried loud, sobbing tears. ‘No Marquita, there is nothing.’

  At that point a familiar figure entered the room, Jose’s brother,  Pietro made an announcement.

      ‘My family, I bring hope; a slender hope. An elder of our neighbouring family,  talks of a cavern inside the hill, carved from solid rock. This cavern contains a huge crystal gemstone, shaped into a perfect square, shaped over generations by water dripping from within, from the very walls and the ceiling. The light from the entrance to this cavern reflects through the dead centre of the crystal gemstone, facilitating healing, and bringing recovery to the afflicted. We must transport Marquita there at once, during the current cycle of midsummer sun reflection.’

   Almost immediately the mood lightened as hope spread from person to person in a tidal wave. Conchita was quickly placed on a stretcher and lifted high in the air by four strong, young men, and a woeful procession began through the valley to the mysterious hill beyond.

The cave was hidden behind a dense thicket, and the members of the procession physically pulled back branches to enter.

 There was a stunned silence as a huge four-sided, shining, crystalline gemstone, polished to perfection, became clearly visible.

Conchita was lifted from the stretcher onto the huge gemstone to bathe in the healing power emanating from its beautiful blue crystal light.

The silence, punctuated with hope, was broken as Conchita suddenly sat up on the hard exterior of the stone. ‘Ma-Ma!’

There were grateful, gracious, tears replacing the woeful weeping as she was placed back on the stretcher, with the ghost of a smile on her face.

Over the next few weeks, Conchita just got stronger and stronger, leading to a full recovery.

The magical crystalline gemstone disappeared when an earthquake struck the island shortly afterward. Many searches have been made for this miraculous marvel, to no avail, some say it has gone forever.

© Written by John Yeo 

RESEARCH

‘The light that reflects through a gemstone crystal, or energy emanating from it is thought to facilitate healing when the gemstone is placed on vital parts of the body. This use of gemstones and minerals for healing is called lithotherapy, and this field is gaining popularity throughout the world of alternative therapy.’  

(from the net)

DIVINE INTERVENTIONS

TUESDAY 8th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ DIVINE INTERVENTIONS 

DIVINE INTERVENTIONS 

by John Yeo 

I begin to ask plainly without exemption 

How could love have happened to us?

Was it just another divine intervention?

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I can’t help rephrasing the question 

Which I reiterate without any fuss

I begin to ask plainly without exemption.

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Divine interventions are the exception, 

Without the answer sounding superfluous 

Was it just another divine intervention?

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It’s hardly beyond simple comprehension 

Rather than question without a cuss

I begin to ask plainly without exemption.

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Should I be accused of divine inattention?

Or simply ignored as not being serious?

Was it just another divine intervention?

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Our whirlwind romance led to caring affection,

Love and marriage with happiness in truss

I begin to ask plainly without exemption.

Was it just another divine intervention?

~

© Written by John Yeo 

Requiem of Hearts by Thaddeus Hutyra

I was just bowled over by this poetry. 🌟

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Requiem of Hearts

Tides of life can be as sweeping as the tides of oceans
overflowing our enthralling Earth full of allure
What there, however, once was is no longer
gone with the wind the same way as the tides do
Focus thus on your life to the outmost
let especially your love flourish into symphonic flames.

You know, my dear, you are all the musical notes
of the magnificent library of music there is
of all the musical scriptures and overtures
quintessential and essential, effervescent
all the tones out of symphonic instruments
being played on the philharmonic stage.

You know, my dear, when you are with me
it feels to me to be in the midst of creative music
you, the music, your sensual body and your heart
your eyes shining like the most bright stars
the music brought to life by your femininity
the music of the Mozart…

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PASSING-ON THE PASSIONS

SATURDAY 5th SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ PASSING-ON THE PASSIONS

PASSING-ON THE PASSIONS 

by John Yeo

Writing is seriously ingrained in my soul,

I put my mind to passing-on my passions

The end of my story is my innermost goal.

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My mind lives the characters, taking a toll

Affecting every single one of my actions,

Writing is seriously ingrained in my soul.

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Every hard won word is added to the scroll

As each written word my story refashions

The end of my story is my innermost goal.

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My keyboard allows my words to extol

My plot shapes my physiological reactions

Writing is seriously ingrained in my soul.

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Writing to pass on my passions, my role,

My concentration works without distractions

The end of my story is my innermost goal.

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I realise my writing is a part of a whole

My story is just passing-on the passions 

Writing is seriously ingrained in my soul

The end of my story is my innermost goal.

© Written by John Yeo

ERASING CLOUDS

 WEDNESDAY 2nd SEPTEMBER 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..

Today’s prompt ~ ERASING CLOUDS

ERASING CLOUDS

by John Yeo 

  The master painter was troubled as he was finally discharged from the select private sanatorium. Simone, his wife of thirty years  was at the entrance to meet him. They took their comfortable plush leather seats in the chauffeur driven limousine.

  Henri Rousseau had suffered from depression for most of his adult life and although Simone was quite used to his increasing absences, she was always delighted to welcome him on his return.

 Henri, was just 5 feet tall, with a penchant for wearing long haired wigs to cover his hairless head. He was a genius, a painter who could perform absolute magic with a paintbrush.

   ‘Please take me to my studio, my darling Simone, I have some alterations to make to my latest painting.’

    ‘Are you sure you are quite ready Henri? The consultant said, you should take things slowly for a while.’ 

   Simone sighed as she uttered these words, she was a gentle woman, who hadn’t lost much of her beauty as she had quietly endured the tumultuous early years of their marriage.

   ‘Yes of course, I’ve had a revolutionary new treatment, from a renowned psychologist that is guaranteed to erase the clouds of depression that have haunted me all my life. I need to get to the studio fast to reflect this treatment in my future work.’

  Simone ordered the driver to change direction and head for the studio and they arrived there in minutes. 

  Henri rushed into his studio and using a bright blue pigment, wildly brushed out every cloud in every picture he had painted. He actually began to smile again, something he’d almost forgotten.

 ‘You see Simone! I’m a well man now and in the future I will be forever erasing clouds from my work and my life.

© Written by John Yeo 

SAVAGE SEEDS

THURSDAY 27th 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..

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SAVAGE SEEDS

by John Yeo

Seeds of destruction have been sown

To corrupt the thinking across the divide

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Corruption is caustic, hate full blown 

The truth is lost with nowhere to hide

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

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The balance of probability has been thrown

Young minds are corrupted far and wide

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Savage seeds everywhere, wildly shown

Half truth and rumours sit side-by-side

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

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A generation of fake news newly grown

A treacherous reality of truth belied

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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Multi media is a vehicle into every home

Carrying the message with evil pride. 

Seeds of destruction have been sown.

Propaganda is a curse to bemoan.

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© Written by John Yeo