THE ANGRY SEA

 

THE ANGRY SEA

by John Yeo

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh

Battered by powerful angry waves

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye.

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Waves moving restlessly, huge and high

Bringing driftwood fresh from seaman’s graves

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh.

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Grey waters mirroring the colour of a stormy sky

Cutting through the rocky cliffs creating caves

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye.

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A powerful sea destructive blasting by

Battered boats becoming the current slaves.

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh.

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Beaching creatures as seabirds swoop and fly

Feeding on the moving broiling water sprays

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye

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The powers of a restless stormy sea belie

Domination by the landlocked slaves.

The land begins to crumble, heave and sigh

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye.

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AUTUMN ON THE ALLOTMENT

AUTUMN ON THE ALLOTMENT

by John Yeo

Autumn winds blowing from the north.
The day dawns, cold with thick gray cloud 
Just becoming visible,
I leave the house at first light.
A solitary bird greets me as I arrive
Flying off with a cry of alarm.
I pick up my spade and begin to dig
Turning the clods of earth over.
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I take a break to gather some crops
Leeks, Cabbage, Kale and Carrots.
A productive autumn bounty. 
I continue to dig and turn the soil.
Rooks and Magpies are calling loudly.
The swirling wind scatters leaves around.
As my spade works, earthworms appear
Surfacing from the depths of the ground.
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My mind drifts with the swirling leaves.
‘How can you photograph the wind?
You can’t!’ I answer the question.
‘You can only photograph the wind’s breath.
To watch a large Gull, gliding on the wind stream,
Lazily floating across the turbulent sky.
To see the distinctive plumage of a Jay
Frantically seeking cover from leafless trees.
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This is the allotment on an autumn morn
Fresh air provided by a restless wind
Close to nature in the awakening dawn.
Exercise aplenty as I wield the spade.
Fresh organic vegetables to harvest.
Nurturing produce from the tiniest seed.
Meeting up with fellow gardeners.
A satisfactory activity to the thinking man.
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WONDER and THE WIZARD 

Margaret and I have submitted these two poems, we wrote a couple of years ago for publication in our parish magazine on the theme of Charity Shops.

FROM THE CHARITY SHOP

At the Charity shop window

I stopped and stared.

They were just lying there

So delicate, so pretty.

 Knew I just had to have them.

 

Two pounds fifty was all it needed

For them to be mine.

 Left the shop with my treasured purchase

Wrapped in a brown paper bag.

 

Found a seat in the park, sat and opened my wares

Lovingly fingering them.

Wondering who the owner had been.

When had she worn them?

At a Dance, the Ballet, Theatre,

Or even her Wedding?

 

What did she wear them with?

Did they match her dress or her shoes?

Was she blonde, was she dark?

Was she young, was she old?

 

Who was her Partner?

Husband, Friend or Lover?

Was he handsome, was he plain?

 

All I can do is touch them,

Wear them and wonder.

What were my precious wares?

Did I not say?

 An exquisite pair of pale blue silk

EVENING GLOVES.

 

Copyright © Written by Margaret Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 

 

THE WIZARD

Visiting friends in a suburban town,

With time on my hands to shop around.

I was drawn to a window while passing by,

A distinctive character had caught my eye.

 

With a pointed hat, long hair and a kindly face,

An inviting smile, come and enter this place!

Come and explore every crevice and nook.

 He was holding an open mysterious book.

 

A book full of magic in every word,

Perched on the cover was a little blue bird.

I entered the shop, imagination to allay,

Shelves full of goods in tantalising display.

 

A kindly person, behind the counter with style,

A friendly face with a helpful smile.

I enquired about the magical magician,

Or was he a learned alternative physician?

 

The shop-person smiled, the interesting gent,

Was a model, nothing but a garden ornament.

On sale to benefit the Sue Ryder charity.

I purchased the wizard with this newfound clarity.

 

I escorted him home, I beg your pardon

He is much too nice to live in the garden.

The wizard lives in our conservatory in essence,

He guards our home and lifestyle in our absence.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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30th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 30

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 30
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 30, 2016

Today’s our last chance to poem for November 2016. Tomorrow, I’ll post next steps for this challenge, which involves going through poems written throughout the month. But today…

Write a last chance poem. The poem could be about having a final chance at something, whether it’s writing a poem, saying goodbye, or singing a song. Or it could be about a famous last chance that’s already occurred. Whatever strikes your fancy, this truly is our last chance for November 2016.

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LAST CHANCE

(A villanelle structured poem)

by John Yeo

We squeeze every effort in life’s entrance,
Developing quickly in others hands;
Then it’s almost time to snatch a last chance.

Discovery through childhoods playful dance,
Following instinct as our mind expands;
We squeeze every effort in life’s entrance.

Soaking experience with love to enhance,
Excitement from living and making plans;
Then it’s almost time to snatch a last chance.

Speed and vibrancy and life’s happy dance,
The helter-skelter, a whirlwind demands;
We squeeze every effort in life’s entrance.

We live with grace, drifting, shifting, times sands;
Love and Laughter as age understands.
We squeeze every effort in life’s entrance,
Then it’s almost time to snatch a last chance.  

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

29th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 29

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 29
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 29, 2016

For today’s prompt, we’re once again doing two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:

Write a love poem. A poem about love, people who are in love, attempting to woo, or some other lovely spin on the subject. Or…
Write an anti-love poem. I know that for every lover there’s an equally powerful hater.

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A LOVE AFFAIR WITH CRUISING

by John Yeo

Many strangers head for a life under sail,
To enjoy a relaxing luxurious getaway;
The itinerary, always an exhilarating delight.
A menu of exciting destinations to visit,
Historical, tropical, a feast of adventure.
Life-changing romance on the high seas.

How did our love for each other arise?
Our first warm meeting on a turbulent sea;
Recapturing the moment when love came to call,
Altering both our futures irrevocably.
We boarded the ship to a sail-away welcome,
Infectious excitement as the ship pulled away.

When our paths crossed for the very first time,
Our present cruise quickly became our future;
We found ourselves when we found each other.
Our love changed our lives, growing closely together,
We became friends who slowly became lovers.
Inseparable lovers always happy together.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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LOVE and ANTI-LOVE

by John Yeo

It is difficult for someone who is deeply in love
To write anti-love poetry.
It is hard to imagine a life without love.
If you haven’t been hurt irrevocably.

It is impossible for one who is warmly in love
To understand hurt and despair.
To have your feelings spat back in your face
To have been abandoned without a care.

It is hard to portray hate with a heart full of love
Hatred that burns slowly and surely
A battered heart that is full of fear
With shattered trust and vulnerability.

Feelings of trust with a sure strong love
Seem far from drawing real empathy
With the shock of rejection and sadness
That follow the sad blows of a hateful reality.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

28th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 28

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 28
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 28, 2016

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “I Want (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem. Possible titles include: “I Want Money,” “I Want a Second Chance,” “I Want My Name in Lights,” “I Want an Extra Hour of Sleep Each Day,” etc.

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I WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WANT

by John Yeo

The question is… “What do I want?”

This was never going to be easy,
There are so many lacks in most of life,
What I want must fulfil a need for me!
Interpreting a want isn’t easy
Do I want an end to trouble and strife?
This was never going to be easy.
That answer still makes me feel uneasy,
Peace on earth? Wealth? A healthy calm goodlife?
What I want must fulfil a need for me!
As I grow older and think carefully,
My mind drifts with worldly cares rife.
This was never going to be easy.
I narrow my want and thinking deeply,
Am I getting selfish to include my wife?
What I want must fulfil a need for me!
I want her to be happy completely;
Never want for anything all her life.
This was never going to,be easy,
What I want must fulfil a need for me!

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 

27th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 27

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 27
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 27, 2016

For today’s prompt, write a falling apart poem. The poem could be about a crumbling house, tree losing its leaves, or a car that’s breaking down. Of course, people break down and fall apart all the time–in both large and small ways.

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FALLING APART

by John Yeo

 

“Stress!” Shouted the Psychiatrist bluntly.
“You mean you’re really seriously unwell,
Living here in this wonderful country,
Cozy In a comfortable hotel.
Can you be suffering emotionally
When you have everything you really need?
You live in the lap of pure luxury
Self indulgence bordering on plain greed.

You say you are bothered by some bad dreams,
That intrude on your mental wellbeing .
Some of us have to work hard and it seems
Your state of mind is beyond bad dreaming.
I have three ex-wives with kids to support.
My dreams are a nasty reality:
Reality’s a dream that can’t be bought
I am suffering emotionally.

I get drunk every night to ease the pain
Of my personal unhealthy casework,
Then I get up early to work again
My mind is making my life go berserk.
I soak up suffering without complaint,
My workload never ever decreases;
I’m sorry my dear you are feeling faint
And your soft life is falling to pieces.”

 

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