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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RESOLUTION

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~30th December 2016

http://daily.wordreference.com/2016/12/30/intermediate-word-of-the-day-resolution/

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RESOLUTION

by John Yeo

  “My New Year resolution!” Exclaimed Sir Jarvis, “Is to make a million, I don’t care how I make it, I intend to cut corners, tread on the ingrained resolutely negative opinions of as many people as becomes necessary.
   I am going to look closely at what is going on in the family business and solve the problems that are haunting us. Once I bring these problems to a resolution, we will see the way ahead clearly with an improved resolution of the optical illusion that is blinding us all to the severity of the current situation.”
  The members of the board were stunned into silence at these ominous words:

   Ferdinand the manager of the family business was suddenly white with shock. “What do you mean Sir Jarvis? Treading on people! Surely not our loyal staff? Or bringing hardship to our suppliers? I can only think your resolution refers to the customers, surely we will never get away with screwing another million pounds out of our long suffering customers?”

    “No Ferdinand; none of these outrageous solutions will answer the need for a swift resolution to our problems. My ultimate resolution of this situation is to sell up and retire on the proceeds. I should easily make my resolved figure from the sale as we are still a going concern.”
  There was uproar as the members of the board realised the implications of this decision.

  Sir Jarvis was resolved in his decision and went on speaking with newly strengthened resolution. “My decision is irreversible, resolved and set in stone. I’m selling out.”

  There was a pause and Sir Jarvis went on to say. “I have had an offer from an entrepreneur who is prepared to pay the price and keep the staff on. My apologies for the suddenness of this resolution. I feel this new management will inject new ideas into our business.
Our paintings and prints, artworks and illustrations will continue to shine with an incredibly brilliant new resolution, under the golden influence of the new President. God Save the Company!”

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NEATLY TRIMMED

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ 19th December 2016

http://daily.wordreference.com/2016/12/21/intermediate-word-of-the-day-trim/

Word for the day ~ TRIM

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NEATLY TRIMMED

By John Yeo

    It was just a minor accident on the way to work, a loony lorry driver had nudged Jack  Blenkinsop’s car and damaged the trim, but the incident had left him flustered and he was late for the office. Shortly after he arrived he was busy trimming some correspondence down to size, then he was shaken to hear….

     “Blenkinsop!”

    A loud threatening voice from the inner portals of the General Office; the nerve centre of the dynamic up and coming toy manufacturer and supplier, “Claus Toys,”

  “Blenkinsop; Where are you, man?” The voice had taken on a harsher tone; as if the owner, who happened to be Sir Charles Claus, a self-made millionaire; was rather peeved.

    “Coming Sir!” Responded Jack Blenkinsop, with a sigh of resignation. “I’m on my way!” Pushing open the door to the inner sanctum, he stepped back in surprise. Mary, the delectable Mary, who was a high power PA, and the woman of Jack’s dreams was in the process of trimming  Sir Charles Claus’s handsome white beard and moustache.

    “What’s the matter Blenkinsop? You look shocked, my whiskers needed a good trim. Now look here:  I’ve been informed that orders are dropping and we are over staffed. I have decided that we have to get something done immediately. We will trim the staff to a reasonable level, here is a list of people who have been absent for various reasons over the last six months. Get rid of them!”

   “But, Sir Charles! Think of the time of the year and the difficulties and stress you will be subjecting to some of our most loyal employees.”

     “Don’t but me Blenkinsop; I have made my decision. Now get busy or I will add your name to the list.”

    Jack Blenkinsop left the office and sadly made the necessary arrangements. Amid uproar and despair, the evil trim went ahead and several good employees were discharged.

  One week later Jack was giving his privet hedge a trim at the front of his house when the news came through;  his boss Sir Charles Claus had suffered a stroke and he was in a hospital. Jack was sad and shocked, he was soon in touch with Mary, the delectable Mary; who said arrangements were in place and he would be in charge of things for now.

“I warned him to come with me to the gym to keep fit and in trim!” said Mary.

Jack just nodded wistfully.

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MESS

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ 19th December 2016

Word for the day ~ MESS

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MESS

By John Yeo

“How the heck are we going to get out of this mess? The books will never balance unless we get a new set of staff to manage the North office.”

  “Boss I had to get rid of everyone in one swoop. The accountants warned us that the whole branch was in such a mess that it was liable to bring the company down.” This was said with some vehemence by Jack Smithers the MD:

    “Look here Smithers; I asked you to go in hard and sort out the mess! Not mess the whole thing up; by sacking everyone and  closing the branch down.”

  “But Sir Brian….”

  “Don’t but me Smithers: You’re a mess. You’re fired. Now get out of here!”

 Jack Smithers gulped and looking angry he shouted back at this cruel ruthless obnoxious tyrant.

   “Sir Brian, I have a whole new set of staff ready and waiting to reopen the North office. I have personally vetted and selected these people myself, but I refuse to allow them to begin unless you rescind this mistaken decision and offer me a substantial pay increase. This is the only way you will recover from this mess.”

    The Boss narrowed his eyes and lit a huge cigar from a box on his desk and looked thoughtfully at Smithers, then he suddenly grinned and said.  “Jack we have known each other a long time now. I trust your instincts. We will discuss this further at my club. I always think clearly over a good mess of grub from the Directors Club mess.

   The Boss flicked the ash from his cigar towards a huge ashtray located at the edge of his kidney-shaped desk, missed, and brushed the ash on the floor. As he swept the dusty fragments off the desk a cloud of messy residue blew all over his expensive suit. Looking exasperated he pressed the intercom and yelled.   “Gladys! can you come in here at once and bring something to sort a mess out?”

     “OK Sir Brian!”

  A short time later two security men entered the office and escorted Jack Smithers off the premises.

  “Sir Brian’s parting words were, “Never try to wriggle out of a mess with blackmail Smithers!”

 

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BARE BONES

I wrote a Villanelle style poem inspired by this odd photograph I snapped on our walk in Sheringham Park yesterday.

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BARE BONES

by John Yeo

In Summer I was covered in ephemeral glory.
How does a mere man understand?
Winds have blown fiercely and savaged my story.

My leafy branches are now part of history;
Mordantly I stand in this thick woodland,
In Summer I was covered in ephemeral glory.

Life will always be a strange puzzling mystery
The obvious connection between tree and land
Winds have blown fiercely and savaged my story.

The cycles of Nature connecting all things freely
Here, looking bare and leafless I stand,
In Summer I was covered in ephemeral glory.

Woodland creatures sought shelter and safety
In leaf-filled energy swirling over the land;
Winds have blown fiercely and savaged my story.

Spring buds will arrive announcing normality
This leafless dormancy  is a natural demand
In Summer I was covered in ephemeral glory.
Winds have blown fiercely and savaged my story.



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SHEER DETERMINATION

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ 16th December 2016

Word for the day ~ SHEER

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SHEER DETERMINATION

by John Yeo

 

“I tell you it’s madness!” said Enrico, the guide. “We must never try to ascend the mountain from the North side, so many people have tried before and failed, it’s sheer lunacy I tell you!” This was said in a voice that was dripping caution and the uncertainty overflowed in a wave.

Tess Boulanger just smiled and replied. “It’s possible, I know some people who have taken the North side and succeeded. We must go up that side to win the bet. I am determined to finish first at the top. We will double your wages at the end of the climb Enrico!”

“Madam I cannot be held responsible for the outcome of such a suggestion. The rock on the North side face is sheer and hazardous. Very few people have come back alive after the attempt. I couldn’t guarantee either of us will survive to tell the tale. If you quadrupled the money I……..”

“Done!”  interjected Tess. “I knew you would come around to me and my viewpoint,

Enrico. We will get there first and rub their noses in the result! Thank you!”

“But Madame…….”

“Enrico! Don’t say any more, we will win!”

Then to Enrico’s amazement Tess tore open a plastic bag and took out a pair of sheer black stockings, slowly rolling one onto one of her long shapely legs she smiled coyly, and said,

  “I am overcome with sheer delight at your decision Enrico; we’ll get it together.”

Enrico blushed and replied. “Yes, Madame  we will do it together.”

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