PRECIOUS WATERS

TUESDAY 27th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is written in response to a writing prompt featured in the Last Post on WordPress.

PROMPT ~ RIVULETS 

PRECIOUS WATERS

By John Yeo

The frozen ice on the mountain peak

Began to thaw and flow down,

A trickle at first; then a tiny stream,

Then a flood cutting through the rock,

A life-giving force on the move. 

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Cataracts and rivulets, through 

Mountain passes and steep canyons

   Bringing clear precious waters

To the arid parched plains below.

A life-giving force on the move.

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Water the essence of life,

Flowing sustenance for cultivation,

Mighty rivers of moving life

Bringing the life-blood to the land

A life-giving force on the move.

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Great rain-forests taking nourishment

From the pure clear rain,

In the rising sun-kissed clouds.

The essence of the life explosion,

A life-giving force on the move.

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The river of life-filled liquid,

Races, then lazily rolls along.

An unstoppable flood of beauty,

Flooding to join the clear blue sea.

A life-giving force on the move.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

RE-READ

MONDAY 26th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a Writing Prompt provided by WordPress


Second time around
Tell us about a book you can read again and again without getting bored — what is it that speaks to you?

THE PAGE WHERE THE HEART SPEAKS WORDS

(Dedicated to Margaret)

RE-READ

by John Yeo

The page where the heart speaks words

In a changing world is a private space 

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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All outside interference with hate deferred

With feelings approaching this secret place

The page where the heart speaks words.

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A page of heartfelt feelings transferred

Begs forgiveness and spurns disgrace

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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To gain this page is an honour conferred 

A book where words and feelings trace

The page where the heart speaks words.

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A page of personal feelings stirred

The words where feelings take their place

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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The page of feelings read word for word,

Thought and life with love’s story embrace

The page where the heart speaks words

In the book of life with love to be heard.

~

© Written by John Yeo

CLONE

SUNDAY 25th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is-written in response to a writing prompt from WordPress,com

Clone wars
If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?

CLONE

by John Yeo

‘Same again?’ 

Asked the man behind the bar.

The liquid was measured into a glass

Containing a speck of dust.

The quantity was exactly the same 

But there was a glaring difference.

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The germ was consumed and grew

Then quickly spread through my body.

Cells attacking cells the battle was fought

Then medical science joined the affray

Although I have recovered my health today

I will never be the same again.

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A glaring display of opposites is always very plain,

Wars are fought over a tiny differential

To be exactly one and the same,

Would be impossible to sustain

Variation is a valuable guide to follow. 

Life stands still with the same again.

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Like peas in a pod the midwife laughed

As the twins came into the world.

There the similarities ended,

Differences always arise during growth.

Upbringing and shaping, count for a lot.

A clone is a carbon copy of the original.

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Tempting fate to fill the glass,

requesting the same again.

©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

KIT

SATURDAY 24th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to writing prompt provided by WordPress,com

PROMPT ~ STRANGER


Have you ever had a random encounter or fleeting moment with a stranger that stuck with you?

KIT

by John Yeo

A tribute to a stranger, long gone,

Who brought pleasure to millions.

A man who lived life on the cusp,

Mingling with the theatre fraternity. 

His work shone with amazing brilliance.

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Comedy, Drama, History and Tragedy.

A sweet pleasure to read and enjoy.

A man who followed his instincts

Using every trick in the book to employ       

The wonder of the written word.

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His pen became a deadly sword

To ensure his voice would be heard 

Echoing through the centuries.

A man who was no stranger to intrigue

In the political world of the time.

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A life tragically cut short with a knife,

A young life cruelly extinguished

By shadowy mysterious forces unknown

Robbing the world of a terrifying genius

Who dabbled in fictive reality.

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While the glory went to the upstart crow

Who became the sweet swan of Stratford,

The world will never reject or forget 

The work of Christopher Marlowe.

Rest in peace, poet and playwright.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Image courtesy of bloomsbury.com

Six days to go to the end of the USA Poetry Month

VAGUE THOUGHTS 

FRIDAY 23rd APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

PROMPT ~ VAGUE

VAGUE THOUGHTS 

by John Yeo



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

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

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

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

I will change my life and become carefree
Pushing to my goal without drawback,
When I grow up again I want to be free
When I grow up again I want to be really me.



© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

INFLUENCES

THURSDAY 22nd APRIL ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ PARTAKES


INFLUENCES


by John Yeo



There will be a moment of excitement,
When the visitor finally arrives.
We have awaited this astral event,
The omens have been here throughout our lives.
A shining star form is approaching us;
A journey lasting many centuries;
Relentless, exciting and glorious,
Through an endless path of wild stormy skies.
Freely, through seas of ice, darkness and light,
Of turbulence and fiery icy fields.
Bringing extra dimension and insight
That the beginning and ending reveals.
When the Earth partakes in a magical moment
As a fiery comet enters our firmament.



Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

MALLET

WEDNESDAY 21st APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ MALLET 

MALLET

by John Yeo

News of the day comes in the usual flood

From media outlets around the world

Filling the data stream, continuously altered

Arranged and presented in many ways.

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News channels, online electronic airwaves,

The World Wide Web in a universal array.

E-mails, texts and telephone conversation,

Carry the picture to every far flung nation.

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Our peace and safety throughout the land.

Our agency can filter every post or tweet,

E-mail or text, listen in to the calls.

Crash their computers, hack and destroy.

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Insert a virus. Take a Mallet to the threat.

Insidious, real, a modern electronic shield,

Our agency can filter every call, post or text.

Just for your protection you understand.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

AUTHENTIC

TUESDAY 20th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ AUTHENTIC 

AUTHENTIC

by John Yeo

What does calling something authentic actually mean?

If the sense of identification proves it’s actually real

Could one prove the authenticity of it, sight unseen?

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I suddenly woke this morning from a realistic dream

The power of the images was unbelievably surreal

What does calling something authentic actually mean?

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I pinched myself when things were not what they seem

An alternative reality that would be difficult to conceal

Could one prove the authenticity of life, sight unseen?

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A parallel experience that seemed alien to my lifestream

Both lives were familiar as part of  life’s spinning wheel

What does calling something authentic actually mean?

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If I lived permanently ensconced in the life of my dream

Reality as I know it would be a world that’s unreal 

Could one prove the authenticity of a life sight unseen?

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Would a schizophrenic personality somehow glean

Peace of mind with a new turn of the balance wheel? 

What does calling a life authentic actually mean?

Could one prove the authenticity of it, sight unseen?

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

JIM

MONDAY 19th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY 

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ PARALLEL

Who would you like to have to spend a day with and what do you hope you’d learn from the experience?


JIM

by John Yeo



Everyone calls him Jim, who really cares?
He stands with his hand out every day
Never says a word, just stands and stares 

On the same corner of the highway
I always put a coin in his hand as I pass,
He never smiles, just stares straight ahead.
I often wonder about his life in the past
One day I caught his eye and I said.

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‘I know who you are, It was a mystery.
I think you are certainly out of place
I have weaved your life into a history
The fall must have hurt but it’s no disgrace.’
Jim looked shocked and angry.
For the first time ever, he actually spoke.
‘I have to beg for food as I’m hungry!
I was wealthy once but now I’m broke.’

~
The voice was nervous, and cultured
Betraying the roots of fine living.
I had guessed a good life was ruptured
Destroyed by cruel fate, unforgiving.
‘I have written a new turn for your story.’
I said, as I put a coin in his hand.
‘You will now be covered in glory
I am a writer you understand.’

~
Everyone called him Jim, who really cared?
He stood with his hand out every day
Never said a word, just stood and stared.
On the same corner of the same highway.
The original Jim was a sad mystery
An unhappy life confined to history.

The bad breaks in his life sadly failed 

A feeling of lost hopelessness prevailed.



Copyright © written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

I would in reality like to spend a day with a character like Jim to learn his story and how he came to find himself in this unfortunate position.

HALLO, WHO’S THERE?

SUNDAY 18th APRIL 2021 ~ FLASH FICTION ~ POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ UNKNOWN CALLER
You receive a call from an unexpected person. Who is it, and what is the conversation about? Go!

HALLO, WHO’S THERE?

by John Yeo

​   ’Hallo! who’s there?

Sorry, I’m a little hard of hearing lately, since my husband passed away. Can you speak up please dear?’ 

‘What’s that you say you’re not selling anything? That’s OK! I have nothing to spend my money on, I don’t need much.’

‘Oh! You say you want to make lots of money for me. I don’t need any more cash at the moment thanks.’

 ‘You sound like a nice young man. I bet you are wealthy, if you can show people how to get rich quickly. Are you married?’

  ‘It’s so good to have someone to talk to. I get lonely here on my own. I spoke to someone this morning and we had such a lovely long chat. He wanted to sell me something nice, I asked for more details. I explained my situation clearly, so nice to have a friendly ear. He asked for my bank details in such a nice helpful way.

I asked him if he was married and how things were with him.

He finally got exasperated and rudely slammed down the phone.’

’Hallo! who’s there?

   You say my computer needs a new service plan!

Tell me more, sounds interesting, so nice to have a chat.

What is your name and where do you live? I would love to meet you and get serviced by you. Are you a married man?’

‘You would like to have my bank details to start the service plan?

Great to hear a friendly voice. Give me your bank details first! We can then plan a future together.’

‘So nice to have someone to talk to. What’s your name and where do you live?’

 ‘Hello! Hello! Oh, he’s gone, I thought I heard the phone slam down only I’m a little hard of hearing now.’

’Hallo! who’s there?

“Hello! Yes, Double Glazing? That sounds so interesting .

I would love to hear more about that, you have such a friendly voice.

What? You haven’t got time for a chat? I love the sound of your voice. Who knows we could become really good friends. I might even buy some new windows, in a few years time.

Are you really going to cut me off before we get to know one another?

Call me again, just say hello. I promise to never hang up the phone;

It’s so good to have someone to talk to, I get lonely here on my own.

​Oh! Please don’t cut me off yet.

Bang!

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.