THE BEAST FROM THE EAST

IMG_2722THE BEAST FROM THE EAST

by John Yeo

The garden is looking wintery and tired
We’re in the dark depths of Winter here
The forecasters are frowning in anticipation
A monster weather event is heading our way
The beast from the East is on the horizon.

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We smile benignly complacent and calm
The warnings bells have sounded before
We’ve always survived in the recent past
I really must get out in the garden soon
The beast from the East is on the horizon.

~

Morning dawns with a cold watery sun
A light sprinkling of snow fell overnight
Nothing to worry about the sun shines on
The forecasters warn there is more to come
The beast from the East is on the horizon.

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Dawn breaks darkly with blizzards raging
Thick snow everywhere and trouble ahead
Schools close down and transport is cut
Overnight thick snow has solidly frozen
The beast from the East is on the horizon.

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Chaos and breakdowns motorists stranded
Schools shut down as the storm sets in
Neighbours and the emergency services
Caring and charity race to the rescue
The beast from the East has finally arrived.

 ~

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~All rights reserved.

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ANOTHER LIKE ON SOCIAL MEDIA

This is a response to a prompt on Robert Lee Brewer’s blog, Poetry Asides,

on  WritersDigest.com.

The prompt No 428  is to write,  “Another (blank),” poem.

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Another (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

IMG_2721ANOTHER LIKE ON SOCIAL MEDIA

By John Yeo

I put everything I’ve got into this post

I hope and pray it will go down well.

One man 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.

~

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.

~

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 awesome 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.

~

I have an old 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 was unrecognised in his lifetime.

I can understand this reluctance to like,

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

~

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.

~

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 

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.

 ~

Grey waters mirroring the colour of a stormy sky

Cutting through the rocky cliffs creating caves

Under the relentless wavy oceans eye.

 ~

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

~

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.

~

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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.
~
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.
~
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.
~
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.
~

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 
 

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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Image © Copyright ~ John and Margaret

 

 

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.