THE POWER OF WORDS

MONDAY 5th APRIL 2021

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.

THE POWER OF WORDS

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.

PATRICK WHITE R.I.P.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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

BURYING YESTERDAYS

WEDNESDAY 17th FEBRUARY 2021

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 ~BURYING YESTERDAYS

BURYING YESTERDAYS

By John Yeo

I put everything I’ve got into this post

I hope and pray it will go down well.

Someone I know likes everything I do

I have to look in the mirror and smile.

Will it, I wonder, be polished enough?

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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I have so many friends out there in the air

Sometimes my likes reach double figures.

I know a man who writes blogs for a living,

Bares his soul without a care in the world.

Sadly some people don’t like his views

Punish him, admire his posts then blank him.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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I put a lot of hard work in a poem once

Carving the words out of past experience.

I polished it, honed it and added some gloss.

Finally, I selected an inspiring illustration.

My number one fan said she loved it dearly.

Even commented with a loving heart.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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I had a good friend who was a talented man,

He accomplished so much in his lifetime.

A painter of note and a wordsmith to boot,

A poet with streams of starmud for thought.

Yet his talent went unrecognised in his lifetime.

I can understand this reluctance to like,

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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Showing thoughtful appreciation and care

One little click could create an illusion.

You know looking back over the years

Before computers burst onto the scene.

Many people had little time to spare,

It was a crazy harsh world we lived in.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

TIME’S DOORSTEP

THURSDAY 28th JANUARY 2021

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 ~TIME’S DOORSTEP

 

TIME’S DOORSTEP

by John Yeo

In the time of the after-time of Supertime,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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Death is a Passover from the self to the Superself,

Life is a preparation for the Superlife to come,

Life is infused with pain struggle and strife

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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Heartbreak at the loss of Husband or Wife

The bonding and non-verbal closeness is riven

Torn apart from one dimension to another

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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Tears and sorrow, mourning and desolation,

Guilt and sadness pass in times revere,

Pain-free, now bathed in Superlight,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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A beautiful person, who lived, loved and laughed here,

Has passed from our consciousness but still feels near,

In memories, images and many a dried up sad tear.

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

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In the time of the after-time of Supertime,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved 

IF ONLY WE COULD

SUNDAY 18th OCTOBER 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..

IF ONLY WE COULD

by John Yeo

If only we could…

Stay fit and healthy forever without the need for medical attention, ever.

If only we could…

Defeat the aging process allowing our minds and souls to enjoy cerebral pleasure.

If only we could…

Discover everything we need to know without the need of study to be eternally clever.

If only we could…

See beneath the surface of our minds and to just love and care for one another.

If only we could…

Amalgamate our beliefs and live happily together following a single dream forever.

If only we could…

Learn to live without fighting or warfare and we were happy to live peacefully together.

If only we could…

Share our resources and grow sufficient food in this world without starvation wherever.

If only we could…

Find that special soulmate and live happily with the love of a life spent together. 

If only we could… If only!!

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

THE PAGE WHERE THE HEART SPEAKS WORDS

WEDNESDAY 1st JULY 2020 

FLASH FICTION POETRY

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..

THE PAGE WHERE THE HEART SPEAKS WORDS

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