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

Prompt ~Share the Love

Tell us about another blogger who has influenced your own online journey.

Crows roosting by Patrick White – 15/09/1948 – 01/03/2014.


by John Yeo

  It was ten years ago when I first came into contact with a man who had a big influence on my writing. 

  I followed his writing on a daily basis, overwhelmed with his poetry. He would write a long powerful poem on a daily basis and publish it on his Facebook page. It was to become a joy for me to wake in the morning and to start my day by reading his latest overnight post. I began commenting daily on his published poem and receiving a response. We became good online friends, to the point of him signing off by always sending. ‘Love to Margaret,’ my wife.  

He was also a brilliant and accomplished artist, often displaying and selling his work online.

Sadly he passed away on the first of March, 2014.


by John Yeo

Tragedy; a situation that can be woven into verse?

Not a difficult question for the power of the pen.

Read the question closely, memorise every word.

Take whatever comes into mind and spin it.

I remember a friend I made on the internet once,

A creative poet with a magical mind.

I would wake every day and devour his work

Then we would take time to greet each other.


The poetic spells he had woven overnight

Were gems of wisdom and poetic thought.

With the communication of his imagination 

He became a friend, a guide and an inspiration.

Slowly his verse became darker and darker;

My friend was living on borrowed time.

A terminal evil began to darken his verse

As he described in poetry his fight for life.


One deep, black moment before the dawn,

I looked for my friend but his magic was gone.

Gone to new horizons to record infinity,

A comet travelling through the universe

Swamped in the starmud of eternal time.

As dawn suffocated the starlight completely

I knew my friend had breathed his last.

Leaving a brilliant legacy of poetic tragedy.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


Advice from a talented well-respected poet and artist

Patrick White (15/09/1948 – 01/03/2014)

‘I Often employ a Sufi practice in my poems, called scattering. You seed the wind with so many flowers, stars, images, the border guards of front door consciousness are overwhelmed by them to the extent that they start coming in the undefended… back door of the subconscious that listens to and hears everything without missing a thing. The point is to get in first, and then let the conscious mind find a place for them to settle. As for the form, its dynamic, not static and runs like a northern river back to its source, with all the inflections of water, whitewater, still water, falling water etc. reflecting the various moods and intensities of the poet along the way.’ Patrick White



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..

Prompt ~MINE BE


by John Yeo

   Jill was shaken by this incredible offer and replied. ‘Thanks for your faith in my abilities, I guess you have done your homework. I will certainly need time to think things through. Meanwhile as a possible candidate, can I suggest you cut the extra alcohol and alleviate the ache some other way. Relaxation or Yoga as opposed to burpee workouts.’…..

   Several days later, Jill was catching up with an old friend following a high power conference. Simone Leipzig was also a financial analyst, they’d known each other since college and this was a rare get-together. Simone was a slightly overweight lady, with blonde hair and grey eyes. She countered her height challenge by wearing extremely high heels and raised her hair with a high hairstyle. She also power-dressed with a slim grey striped two-piece suit, with unobtrusive, slightly padded shoulders.

   ‘Hi Jill! Lovely to see you, it’s been weeks. You’re looking so well, what’s your secret? What did you think about the downturn in the market valuation of these four major companies?’

   Jill grinned when she heard these quick-fire questions, she was aware of Simone’s sharp mind from their previous meetings.

  ‘I’m fine thanks Simone!, How are you? I have some news for you and I’d really like your advice.’

  ‘I’m thriving well Jill, I’m still the chief exec. at ‘Mine Be,’ among my other interests. How can I help? Let’s have coffee together now. I’d love a latte with a piece of cream cake.’

   They were soon seated together in a nearby bistro and a cheerful waitress brought their drinks to the table.

  ‘Simone, I have been offered an interesting proposition by Richard Donleavy as a high power PA, with interests as a partner in several of his offshoot companies.’

   ‘Hold on Jill. Do you mean the Richard Donleavy, who features in the financial pages so frequently? However, did you come to meet him?’

   ‘It’s a long story Simone. Do you think I should take the bull by the horns and accept this offer? I’ve done some intensive checking and exploration and his financial standing is incredibly sound.’

  ‘From what you’ve said Jill, I would jump at the chance, it almost sounds too good to be true. I’m sure you’ve done your homework and taken independent advice.’

   ‘Yes I’ve spoken to David Jennings my solicitor and he’s promised to check the contract wording for me. He specialises in corporate law.’

   ‘Go for it Jill! You know where I am in the unlikely event you will need my advice or support. 

   ‘Of course!  Thanks Simone; That’s just so reassuring, I’m aware that  ‘Mine Be’s‘ a government set-up that works in tandem with the revenue department. I’m meeting Richard tomorrow and I intend to give him my answer.’

    Jill and Richard met in his city office  the next day where Jill tentatively accepted his offer, subject to signing the contracts.

  Richard invited her to lunch where they raised two glasses in a toast to celebrate their new business relationship. Richard chose a glass of Spicy Pumpkin Tonic. Jill was surprised when he said,

    ‘I took your advice and stopped alleviating the ache from my morning burpee accident, with alcohol and turned to a course of hypnosis. What will you have?’

    ‘I’ll  have the same.’ said Jill; laughing out loud.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.



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..



by John Yeo

   The man walked into a village in India. The people were hungry and destitute, living from day-to-day, hand-to-mouth. The villagers attempted to grow a few vegetables to put food in the mouths of their children. The monsoon was late this year, everyone was desperate for a drink and the crops were drying.

 He was so shocked at the contrast between his comfortable lifestyle and this blatant poverty he couldn’t sleep at night. His thoughts swirled around the sheer magnitude of the unfairness of life. 

  Finally he resorted to asking for the opinions of a philosopher on the moral aspects of these shocking circumstances.

   This was the reply…..

‘They know nothing of your lifestyle, they grew up to endure their circumstances. They’re absolutely in total ignorance of  anything different. For your own and their sanity you must allow them to live.’

  ‘You mean, I should ignore their ignorance of a better life and do nothing?’

The man became a famous writer, drawing attention to this sad unfairness and many other anomalies in life.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved