STOP THE HUNGER


Today is the final day of the 2019 April PAD Challenge, but come back tomorrow for the first Wednesday Poetry Prompt of May and stay for Poetic Form Fridays, the next WD Poetic Form Challenge, and so much more!

It’s time for our fifth (and final) Two for Tuesday prompt of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

Write a stop poem.
Write a don’t stop poem.

Tuesday 30th April 2019

DAY THIRTY

Robert Lee Brewers Poem a Day Challenge

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STOP THE HUNGER
by John Yeo

The pangs were gnawing away inside
As we hungered for days gone by.
The biggest casualty was our pride.

The life force of rain has been denied
We couldn’t stop them however we try,
The pangs were gnawing away inside

Our food supply now long gone we hide
Our principles begging for food we belie
The biggest casualty was our pride.

Hope with charity and kindness beside
As the children and our elders began to die
The pangs were gnawing away inside.

Finally our bodies racked with pain we cried.
Out for mercy from the blue sunlit sky
The biggest casualty was our pride.

Our senses were dulled when food finally arrived.
The torrid sun baked the soil bone dry
The pangs were gnawing away inside.
The biggest casualty was our pride.

© John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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WHEN I GROW UP AGAIN by John Yeo


WHEN I GROW UP AGAIN
by John Yeo today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Again,” 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: “Here We Go Again,” “On the Road Again,” “Stumped on What to Write Again,” and “Doing the Wrong Thing Again.”

Monday 29th April 2019

DAY TWENTY-NINE

Robert Lee Brewers Poem a Day Challenge

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WHEN I GROW UP AGAIN
by John Yeo

When I grow up I want to be free
Off all the things that are holding me back.
When I grow up I want to be really me.

I’ll be branching out, growing strong like a tree,
Removing the shackles to get right on track,
When I grow up I want to be free.

I’ll quickly dispose of childish immaturity
Reaching upwards to grasp all I lack,
When I grow up I want to be really me.

My mind will be reaching for my destiny
Shaking off sad thinking and step back.
When I grow up I want to be free.

I know there can be no guarantee
That my ambition will just attack,
When I grow up I want to be really me.

I will change my life and become carefree
Pushing to my goal without drawback
When I grow up I want to be free
When I grow up I want to be really me.
 
© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

COMPLETE HUNGER

For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. That is, remix one of your poems from earlier in the month. There are many ways to do this. Turn a free verse poem into a traditional form (using lines from the original poem). Or use erasure to cut down a long poem into a short one. Or expand a short poem into a longer version. Get creative with it.

28th April 2019

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

Robert Lee Brewers Poem a Day Challenge

COMPLETE EXHAUSTION
by John Yeo

A dash of yellow and black
Signalled the cheetahs approach.
Flashing across the plain.
Driven by hunger for blood.

The deer was on full alert.
Her ears pricked up in alarm,
Speeding away at full speed
Racing away from danger.

The chase was harsh and savage
As the deer was quickly run down.
She was caught and fell in pain
Overcome with sheer exhaustion.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

COMPLETE HUNGER
by John Yeo

A dash of yellow and black
Signalled the cheetahs approach.
Flashing across the plain.
Driven by hunger for blood.

Age had eroded her power
As her scars painfully showed,
Her hunger drove her forward,
Her approach suddenly slowed.

The deer was on full alert.
Her ears pricked up in alarm,
Speeding away at full speed
Racing away from danger.

The chase was short and fruitless
As the cheetah was overwhelmed
With strength sapping exhaustion
She fell gasping to the ground.

The deer joined the grazing herd;
A once proud predator waited,
The hungry cheetah faded away
Unable to fight; her hunger to allay.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

This is a remix of the poem I wrote on Wednesday 26th April. The prey outwits the predator and gets away. 🙂

BIRDSONG

Monday 1st April 2019

This is a response to Robert Lee Brewers Poem a day for the month of April 2019.

Day One.

For today’s prompt, write a morning poem. Maybe you’re a morning person, maybe not. Your poem can be about a morning. Or it can be set during the morning. And those who’ve done this before probably already know that I have no problem with you interpreting this as a “mourning poem.”

BIRDSONG

By John Yeo

Dawn breaks on a mist dampy day

Frost fills the air and colours the parkway,

January shadows, loom and recede

Not a sound to shatter the icy mead.

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Then, a deep-throated sonata from a nearby bush

A fusion of birdsong to break the hush

Rising and falling to colour the morning

A Blackbird song signals a new day dawning.

~

The rich fluty quality, the tuneful sound

Resounds and is heard for miles around

This natural symphony is a beautiful warning,

A territorial stakeout, he is seriously performing.

~

He whistles and warbles sweet sound in profusion,

Smooth trilling notes with a melody in perfect fusion,

My eyes narrow in the cold morning light

To catch sight of the songster before he takes flight.

~

The silence seems melodic and richly outspoken,

Then, the smooth flow of notes is suddenly broken,

A cry of alarm sounds, wings flap with a whir

The Blackbird flies from the danger of feathers or fur.

~

His natural defense against Man, Feline or Hawk,

Against the danger of attack or predatory stalk,

He will surely return when the threat is gone,

Safety beckons and he will take up his song.

~

A melody of love and careful protection

Of his territory, his nest after careful selection.

The beautiful warning resumes, a mass of sound,

Tuneful, melodic with a clarity profound.

~

Lifting my spirits, all danger is past

I return to my allotment and take up my task.

I turn the soil, suddenly with a whir of the wing

A blackbird arrives for food for his offspring.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

IMAGINATION

FLASH FICTION (WRITING PROMPT)

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IMAGINATION

by John Yeo 

It was just a year ago I first came into contact with Jessie, a forty-five years old divorcee. Jessie had long, blonde hair that obviously came with the aid of a bottle. She had a pair of sultry bright green eyes with long black eyelashes. A cute, full pair of kissable lips, rested under a tiny turned up nose. She wore a pair of designer glasses when she was shopping or at home, however she preferred to use contact lenses socially, in the interest of her vanity. All-in-all, she was the complete woman of my dreams.
My name is Norman Jones. I’m an eighteen years old student at the local Polytechnic College. At six feet two, I was tall for my age and a good all-round athlete. My grades in college had been excellent and it looked as if I was on my way to a glittering career in Science.
My best friend Matt, a fellow student, was lucky enough to live at home while I resided in student digs. Matt was a kind, cheerful sort of a bloke, who was a bit on the short side, at roughly 5 foot 5 inches tall, he was extremely sensitive about his height. He had a shock of red hair that prompted our cruel fellow students to call him Ginger. Matt hated this nickname for various reasons not the least being the extension to Ginger Beer.
Nevertheless there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his friends.
Then one fateful day I met Matt in town.
‘Hi Norm! How’s it going?’
‘Fine thanks Matt, I’m just off back to the digs to open a can of beans and feast on these takeaway chips.’ I replied.
‘No mate, really! Why don’t you come back to mine? My Mum won’t mind and you’ll get some decent grub.’
I was taken aback by this generous offer.
‘Thanks Matt! You sure your Mum won’t mind? It’ll certainly beat beans and cold chips.’
’Sure thing mate: Come along with me now.’
We made our way to the bus station and caught a bus to the city suburbs back to Matt’s place.
Little did I realise this was going to be a life changing experience for me. My life was about to take a totally unforeseen and unexpected turn. Nothing could have prepared me for my meeting with Matt’s Mum.
As we entered the house he called out, ‘Hi Mum!’
There was a muffled response from upstairs as we entered the house together.
Then I stopped and couldn’t help myself from staring, as a mature, glamorous blonde lady appeared from the hallway.
‘Mum,’ said Matt, ‘Meet Norman, my best friend from college. Is it OK if he stays and has some dinner with us?’
‘Of course he can darling, come inside and make yourself at home Norman. My, what a tall handsome lad you are!’
I blushed and stuttered, ‘Thththank yyyou’
Matt laughed as she said to me, ‘Don’t be shy, I’m only joking.’
Matt then said, ‘Take your shoes off Norm, as Mum’s just had a new carpet laid.’
I kicked off my trainers and followed Matt into the lounge where he picked up a remote and switched on the TV; flicking through the channels until he found a football match in full swing.
Matt’s Mum, bustled in smiling as she asked, ‘You two guys want a drink? Juice or a cold beer?’
I nodded and replied, ‘Thanks Mrs Peterson, I’ll have a beer.’
‘Please call me Jessie, Norman.’ My insides were churning up with some strange sensations as she sweetly said this. I had heard of the effect some women have on a man but this was puzzling to me.
‘Do you like your steak well done or rare?’
‘Well done please Jessie’ I replied. as I savoured the sound of her name.
‘OK!’ She said as she headed towards the kitchen.
I badly needed to use the toilet as I said to Matt. ‘Which ways your bathroom mate?’
‘Just through the kitchen.’ he replied.
I entered the kitchen and noticed Jessie preparing the meal. I suddenly felt strangely light headed.  In that moment, I felt my knees give way from under me and I just fell to the ground.

©️John Yeo~ All rights reserved.

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LISTENING

I wrote this post for ‘The Quintet’ our church magazine in response to the theme of…Listening.

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LISTENING

by John Yeo

Scientists and millions of expectant outer space fans, spend their lives listening for signs of extraterrestrial life. Life that theoretically exists many light years away in the depths of the known and the unknown universes. Nations have invested enormous sums of money and effort to hear a response, so far without success.

There are many types of listening posts all over the world. People gather in churches and places of worship everywhere, seeking solace, searching for signs of the reawakening of a special herald announcing the return of our Saviour. Listening for signs and interpreting ancient texts for guidance, the inner ear is always hungrily searching for answers.

A place of worship of any denomination is a gathering of people congregated to seek the understanding to go forward and prepare for the life to come.

Each and every one of us has an inner ear avidly scrutinising and interpreting every thought that may lead to answers. An inner ear that not only receives information from the outer ear but listens to the incoming waves of empathetic signs and feelings generated by others.

By continuing to listen; having the faith to keep the inner ear concentrated while searching for the message, is surely the true meaning of the words in the spoken message.

‘Have Faith.’

Happy New Year!

28th December 2018 ~ © John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

CROW TALK

 

   Something amusing happened this morning at the Allotments.

  As I reached the water butt, I noticed a large black Rook sitting on a shed roof. I started to make a clicking noise with my tongue and on the third click, the Rook answered with a guttural croak-like caw noise; twice, and sat there unconcerned before he flew away.

I smiled; it was then I noticed that I wasn’t alone; a lady on one of the neighbouring plots had witnessed the whole thing. “Good Morning!” she exclaimed.

“Good Morning!” I replied.

God knows what she thought of a crazy gardener communicating with wild birds?