IN A CLASS ALL HER OWN

TUESDAY 22nd SEPTEMBER 2020

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

Today’s prompt is, ‘In a class all her own’

IN A CLASS ALL HER OWN

by John Yeo

It was just intellectually incredible

When this super poem came together,

The reaction would surely be inevitable.

My loving thoughts began to be sown.

The first few drafts were absolutely disposable

The meaning cloaked with words so clever 

My mind expressed love with words alone.

A polished accomplishment purely sensual 

An approach to the heart with love forever,

I adore her, she’s in a class all her own.

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The words make sense, a beautiful parable

Designed from the heart bringing pleasure,

Paying court to a woman in a class of her own.

Our mutual attraction still unbelievable 

Two hearts joined by forces never to sever,

Our lifelines should never again be alone

A super relationship with love conceptual

A single lifeline with words to treasure.

It’s just so intellectually incredible

I adore her, she’s in a class all her own.

© Written by John Yeo

THE WEIGHT OF HIS AFFECTIONS

SUNDAY 20th 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 ~THE WEIGHT OF HIS AFFECTIONS

THE WEIGHT OF HIS AFFECTIONS

by John Yeo

Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions,

Tenderly she loved him and tried hard to understand.

Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.

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Realising the depth of her strong romantic reactions,

She did her best to unravel them strand by strand.

Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions.

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Her feelings were ignited and inflamed her connections 

Though she slowly began to understand his demand

Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.

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She felt dizzy, submerged, moving in many directions 

As if she were permanently living in a dreamland.

Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions.

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Her mind desperately searched for obvious distractions 

These strange reactions could have never been planned,

Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.

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Her greatest fear that these were simply overreactions

On both sides of the relationship the flames had been fanned.

Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions.

Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.

© Written by John Yeo

A FRACTION OF A FORTUNE

SATURDAY 19th 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 ~ A FRACTION OF A FORTUNE 

A FRACTION OF A FORTUNE 

by John Yeo

‘You see buddy this is the California gold rush.

People are travelling vast distances across America 

To reach the diggings or pan the rivers for gold.

They say you just put a pan in a stream for a minute

Then separate pure gold dust from the oozing mud.

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Yup! This California gold rush has made people rich.

I can show you something that will help you decide.

Something sitting right here in the palm of my hand

A shiny yellow nugget of pure untarnished gold.

Sell up your possessions and join the wagon train.

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It will cost just a fraction of your future fortune.

Then you will never have to work ever again.

The diggings have huge veins of precious rock.

Like this tiny nugget of pure untarnished gold

That represents just a fraction of a fortune.’

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I closely inspected the precious nugget of freedom,

My mind spotted the impurities lodged in the rock.

It had the feel of riches and promised wealth untold.

Buddy, I hesitate to give you an unwarranted shock

This fool’s gold will always be a fraction of your fortune.

© Written by John Yeo

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS

THURSDAY 17th 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 ~ NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

by John Yeo 

The height of happiness is attained

With the antidote to unhappiness,

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

A water filled oasis on land reclaimed

An umbrella on a rainswept day

The height of happiness is attained.

Found during nights in Starview Heights.

Saturating floodwater safely drained

Fertile soil to grow fresh healthy food

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

The storm recedes, normality regained,

The sun shines after the constant rain,

The height of happiness is attained

Spending our nights in Starview Heights.

© Written by John Yeo 

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS

THURSDAY 17th 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 ~ NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

by John Yeo

   We were spending our nights in Starview Heights. They had named our mountains Starview Heights. As predicted the meteor shower arrived exactly on time. We made love in the observatory as a stunning meteor shower arrived from a radiant area in a far off universe, exploding brilliantly in the night sky.
My wife is beautiful, desired by many and loved by one. I am a Professor in Astrophysics. We had timed our moment precisely, my seed would meet her egg at exactly the right microsecond. A star child would be conceived as a stunning meteor shower exploded in the sky above the glass observatory perched on the peak of a mountain called Starview Heights.
Our son, Leonid was born nine months later, amid another stunning display of shining stars in the night sky.

© Written by John Yeo

JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME

WEDNESDAY 16th 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 ~ JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME 

JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME 

by John Yeo

   Henry Stanley had been sent to Africa to find Dr Livingstone, a famous missionary, explorer by the New York Herald newspaper in 1869. 

  It’s not recorded in the conventional history books but Mr Stanley had made his now famous introductory remark to the wrong person at first.

   A notorious slave trader was in the area in the depths of the jungle, Jonathan Michael was his name. He had become separated from his crew and was alone searching for his companions.

    When this character was approached by Henry Stanley with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?” 

  Mr Michael removed his pith helmet to reveal a shock of red hair and it was instantly obvious he wasn’t  Dr. Livingstone.

   The reply that never made the history books was far to impolite to record here.

   Mr Stanley found Livingstone in the town of Ujiji on the shores of Lake Tanganyika on 10 November 1871, greeting him with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?” 

© Written by John Yeo

CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS

TUESDAY 15th 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 ~ CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS 

CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS 

by John Yeo

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion 

Which is quite often in a heartless cold world.

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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I feel the hurt of the oppressed with my imagination 

When the litany of heartbreak is daily unfurled.

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion.

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Crimson clover delights, nourishing high expectation 

Pacifying my feelings with my tension uncurled.

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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The scent of the clover leads to high expectation 

Of solutions to sadness and a pain free realworld.

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion.

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Crimson clover stems the tide of relentless libations 

When the problems that beset us are twisted and hurled

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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Floral power and evil have no compatible relation

Compassion will be felt in my personal dreamworld,

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion 

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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© Written by John Yeo

AT THE HEART OF HER

MONDAY 14th 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 ~ AT THE HEART OF HER

AT THE HEART OF HER

by John Yeo

  We enjoyed a barbecue together which was so perfectly prepared and presented. It was obvious that food was her main interest and culinary perfection would always be at the heart of her.

  Another interest was reading prolifically on a wide range of subjects and this would always be incredibly close to her heart.

 These were intermingled with many other interests, but her prime interest that took her attention for twenty four hours a day and was really at the heart of her was me.

© Written by John Yeo

MAYBE IN THE DARK

SUNDAY 13th 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 ~ MAYBE IN THE DARK

MAYBE IN THE DARK

by John Yeo

    Nocturnal pleasure for Terry would be leaving his house and searching for night wildlife, such as shy Badgers on the prowl and urban Foxes. Many times he would track night-loving shy animals and follow them to their lairs. Barn Owls were his favourite bird to watch, closely followed by Hedgehogs, Bats and large colourful Moths. 

  One night Terry was in hiding, studying a family of Foxes, hunting and playing together in the neighbourhood gardens. Terry raised his camera to take some night photographs, when suddenly he was roughly grabbed by his collar.

    ‘Got you! You dirty rascally peeping Tom. We saw you coming with your camera, creeping along in the dark, I’ve a good mind to give you a good hiding, but my wife has called the police and they are on the way. You disgusting pervert, I bet it’s you who is responsible for stealing our underwear from the washing line!’

  Terry was shaken and scared, when he saw the huge man who was now holding him around the neck. The man had close-cropped hair and cruel looking eyes that were regarding him suspiciously.

   ‘No! You have got it wrong, I’m a naturalist studying nocturnal wildlife. Certainly not a pervert and I would never steal clothing or anything of that nature. I can prove it, I have my student ID in my wallet.’

 Terry  handed over his wallet. At that moment a police siren sounded in the distance, to Terry’s surprise the man immediately ran off. A neighbour had heard the altercation and called the police.

 When the police arrived, Terry explained what had happened. 

  The police swiftly caught up with the man, who turned out to be a notorious burglar and a peeping Tom. 

© Written by John Yeo

A GENUINE GENIUS

SATURDAY 12th 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 ~ A GENUINE GENIUS

A GENUINE GENIUS

by John Yeo

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe 

A man who thought of almost everything,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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A genuine genius who would always strive

To attain his goal and forge an upswing.

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

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He managed to blow himself up yet survive

His angelic thoughts simply took wing,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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When Death arrived he snatched the scythe 

Refusing to accept Death’s deadly sting,

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

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He would lapse into unconsciousness, then revive,

His genius brain cells would sparkle and zing,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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Our genuine genius simply refused to connive

Or succumb to any unfortunate downswing.

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

© Written by John Yeo