LITTLE TIME?


For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Little (blank),” 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: “Little Guy,” “Little Richard,” “Little Mermaid,” “Little Italy,” and “Little Words That Pack a Big Punch.” I think if you think about it for a little bit, you’ll find a big (or little) poem to write.

Thursday 18th April 2019

DAY EIGHTEEN

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LITTLE TIME?


by John Yeo

Little time remains for our use
Before the oil runs out;
Life as we know it is bound to change,
Unless we find some alternatives fast.
Global warming is set to increase
Temperatures rising, water evaporates,
With hurricanes drought and blazing fires,

Little time is left to control
The worlds increasing population;
More people, less food and starvation,
Millions will die without education,
Birth control, smaller families, food sharing
How many innocents must pass away
Through over-crowding, famine and war?

How much time will we have left?
Before the next pandemic strikes?
Millions will die as the illness spreads
Unless a vaccine is created.
What time is the asteroid due to arrive
That will wipe out life on Earth?
What time do we have left to live?

What time do you have my friend?
My watch shows ten past seven.
Not very long to find the answer,
Will I get to hell or arrive in heaven.
Little time remains to find a solution
How soon will it take for the realisation,
A little time is a precious gift.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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AN UNREASONABLE FATE


For today’s prompt, write a reason poem. If this prompt seems unreasonable, just remember all the reasons you write poetry or enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, etc. Or provide a reasoned argument for your lack of reason. Only you know your reasons.

Wednesday 17th April 2019

DAY SEVENTEEN

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AN UNREASONABLE FATE


by John Yeo

A rising star in the field of physics
Left college early after a torrid affair.
A lady with questioning dynamics
Prevented a brilliant future career.
Love blossomed, a blinding future
Stymied by uncontrollable charms.
Passion followed, then a baby to nurture
Solace found in each other’s arms.
First love is never subject to reason.

Cost counted the funds to live by
A hard struggle a solution not found.
The physics student was passed by
Job requests fell on stony ground.
Hope eroded as the bills overcame
A steady income to survive was a must
Any job would suffice to ease the pain
The dead end a result of hopeless lust.
First love is never subject to reason.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL

Half. Way. There. It’s all downhill from here.

For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.

Monday 15th April 2019

Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest

A GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL


by John and Margaret Yeo

The Weather forecast is dire;                  
 I am sure the weather will get better:
Continual rain will never stop;              
We will probably not get a drop:

The crops will fail, we are set to starve;
The predictions are overstated:
Global warming is taking its toll;
We will all eat well and survive on a roll:

The world will become a gigantic desert;
Our scientists are all very clever:
The soil will dry and become sand;
They will find ways to make a stand:

The oil will run out, we will grind to a halt;
We will discover new fuels to survive:
The Earth will become dust with millions hungry;
New foods will arrive to feed our young:

An asteroid will collide and wipe us out;
We will all take a trip to outer Space:
Our people need to cling to pessimism;
We will all survive on our innate optimism:

For every pessimist there is an optimist.

© Written by John and Margaret Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

The Art of Survival


For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The Art of (blank),” 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: “The Art of Writing,” “The Art of Painting,” “The Art of Showing Up to Parties Fashionably…~

Friday 12th April 2019

DAY TWELVE

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The Art of Survival


By John Yeo

Giraffes are an example of selective breeding,
Thousands of years as a means of survival,
Their necks have grown  longer and longer.
By stretching aloft  to the tallest of trees
Where the sweetest shoots burst forth
They feed high above their competitors reach.
Survival of the tallest and fittest.

The  benefit of height to assuage hunger
With their heads in the clouds at the treetops
Their necks growing longer and longer
The unfortunate giraffes would soon have to bend
To reach down to satisfy their hunger.
The reversal of the accepted survival law.
Survival of the shorter and fittest.

Would shorter giraffes with an easier reach
Be able to feed from the tops of the trees
Become the more attractive to females?
Would shorter necks become the norm
After a few generations of breeding?
Charles Darwin certainly would be delighted,
Survival of the strongest and fittest.

🌏 © Written by John Yeo all rights reserved.

TO A DEAD PLAYWRIGHT


For today’s prompt, write a dedication poem. This is a poem dedicated to a person, an animal, or an organization. Or hey, objects work too–like a poem to a rock or paper bag. Put the dedication in the title or in a line under the title (“for Mother” or “to the heart-shaped rock between the creek and the tulips”). I dedicate today’s prompt to all of you!

Thursday 11th April 2019

DAY ELEVEN

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TO A DEAD PLAYWRIGHT


by John Yeo

You will never come to know me in my lifetime.
I feel I know you incredibly well.
I have read and admired much of your life’s work;
Your powerful magic will stay with me to my end.
Reinforcing my humble hopes with high aspiration.
Maturing with the years like a rare vintage wine.

The beauty of your verse and your wide comprehension
Of life, and life’s changing, ever changing situations .
Kings and Queens with their hopes and dreams
Lovers and clowns, tragedy with comedy entwined.
The language of mystical life, hopes and fears
Sowing seeds in my thought, building high inspiration.

The players weave your silken web of dreams sincere,
Teasing the groundlings and the intellectual elite.
With exquisite laughter, impossible expectations.
Poetical life that has endured four hundred years.
Love and wit, expressed in a rare language
Drama with wonder, blood, cruelty and fears.

The irresistible, controversial, William Shakespeare.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.