25h November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 25

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 25

By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 25, 2016

For today’s prompt, write a tape poem. The poem could be about transparent tape, duct tape, video tape, or even tape worm. Anything that you can bend into a tape poem is fair game.


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by John Yeo

Gwendolyn sat stately in her study;
A robber entering through the sliding door,
Brushes at hand poised and almost ready.

Her easel was set up firm and steady.
The villain approached silently and sure;
Gwendolyn sat stately in her study.

Gwendolyn thought this shade far too ruddy ;
The figure crept across the shiny floor.
Brushes at hand poised and almost ready.

The artist picked a gun up carefully;
Two hands reached out as she began to draw,
Gwendolyn sat stately in her study.

She felt the rough tape cross her mouth tightly,
She coolly fired once, then once more.
Gwendolyn sat stately in her study
Brushes at hand poised and almost ready.

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10th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 10

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 10
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 10 2016

For today’s prompt, write a tragic poem. Two courses of action here: Write a poem that is heavy, or write a poem that is light. Or write a poem that could be heavy or light. For instance, a tragedy could be Shakespeare’s Hamlet or a bad hair day.


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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.


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.


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.

8th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 8

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 8
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 8, 2016 

For today’s prompt, we’re on our second 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 nothing will be the same poem. A poem about moment after which nothing will ever be the same, because everything will change. Or…
Write a nothing will ever change poem. Maybe you’re in the camp of “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” So while things change, they don’t–not really. Or do they? How can things change and not change? I’m confusing myself.

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by John Yeo

Did your physicality leave?
I never began to understand.
Everything seems the same.
I expect you to walk in anytime.
The influences we shared together
Habitual pleasures blended.
The TV’s tuned to the same stations
I never liked that show.
I watch it, though, just in case.
Life goes on in strange uncertainty.


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by John Yeo

I hadn’t noticed the subtlety of alteration
Things moved so slowly almost invisibly
Slowly and malevolently the evil relation
Of the different aspects began to affect me.


Weakness, tiredness, were insidious clues
Leading to a rapid health deterioration.
After numerous tests came shocking news
My grave-faced Doctor held my attention.


“I’m sorry to say you have contracted cancer,
An incurable tumor has grown out of control.
The growth is speedy and very advanced.
We will use every treatment to fight this evil”


I sat shattered, rigid with shock at the finality
Of this diagnosis, “How long have I got?”
The Doctor just shook his head in reply.
“There will always be hope, we won’t give up.”


I held my head in my hands at this bombshell
The insidious growth that was inside my brain
Would defeat the slim hope of becoming well.
My life would never be the same again.


Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.




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For today’s prompt, write a memory poem. This is one of my favorite poem starters, not only because it’s a great way to mine for material–by looking at memories–but it can also be a great way to remember things previously forgotten. I’ve found that just taking a few moments to remember one thing lead to remembering something else and so on.

Of course, the memories in your memory poem don’t have to be yours, and they don’t even have to be true. So however you come at this, I hope it leads to a memorable poem.


by John Yeo

You say you will never return here
Whatever led you to believe that?
Do you realise that is impossible,
If death ends all, how could it be?
Your essence will always be here.
A faint trace of being, never leaves
Once your soul is set physically free.
There is no return to somewhere.
That you will never actually leave.


Your essence is always integrated
In everything you ever achieved.
Many strands of your life entwined
With the overall essence of others
Your life touched many other lives
In many interesting amalgamation
Of patterns and mutual integration.
Impressions of unseen variation
Memories of your previous incarnation.

New memories replacing the old
In a continual flow of life in motion.


Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


Writing 101

One-word inspiration

Prompts come in many different forms. Sometimes, a single word is all you need to get your mind’s wheels turning. Here are six words:







Select one word in this list that speaks to you in some way.



by John Yeo

  After a minimum period of thought devoted to all the words on this list. I’m still very much in two minds about my selection. Should I have chosen one of the positive words such as Home or Love, happily my answers would have been very predictable and of no general interest whatsoever to my general readers. I have decided to focus on the word UNCERTAINTY, this I feel will add a certain edge to my blog post.


by John Yeo

 As we go through our lives unfortunately everything rests on uncertainty. The only certainty in life is the uncomfortable knowledge that at some point we are going to die. Then the uncertainty kicks in with a vengeance,
How long will our life last? This is the question that is filled with many shades of uncertainties depending on how we have lived, how healthy we are! Our hereditary genetic makeup is a huge factor in our lifespan, have we inherited the seeds of our own destruction?
Even our birth is a huge uncertainty, the circumstances we are born into, our family and the availability of fresh water and sufficient food.
 If we are blessed with a long span of life, another huge uncertainty is the state of our minds and bodies as we age. Our mortality is a very fragile concept that is riddled with much uncertainty.
Then the ultimate uncertainty of all. Will we survive after death having to account for all our transgressions?
 A firm almost certain way through life, is to survive as happily as we can. Living freely in our own very individual circumstances, taking care of one another and following the examples of those who have passed on.
 One counter to the enormously unsettling uncertainty of life, is to have faith and listen well, to those who have studied hard to gain some answers, by following the ancient patterns of thought as recorded throughout the history of this civilised world.
 Therefore the only antidote to the the huge certainty of our personal death seems to be….. Live in Peace and be gentle with yourself. Reach out to others. Follow the path and be happy, and above all have Faith!
Surely we are not facing these huge uncertainties for nothing… ???


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by John Yeo

The wise man sat under an Apple tree
Staring into space.
A young girl approached and smiled.
“Are you really happy?”
Silence was a deafening curtained box
The blossom fell to the ground.
Breaking the silence noiselessly.

“My mummy says my daddy will die
Then he will be free
Of the terrible pains that torture him.
Will he be happy?”
The wise man smiled, “No-one knows
This truth little one,
Death is the only real certainty in life.

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For today’s prompt, write a what nobody knows poem. It’s easy to write a poem about what everybody already knows, though it may be difficult to write an interesting poem about such things. Still, use today’s prompt to explore things people may not know–secret stories, locations, and so on.


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by John Yeo

The cycle of life is variable

An unknown gamble with time.

Everyone is striving for more life,

More happiness, more peace, more love,

More extreme quality to soften their life.


The cycle of life is indefinite

The length of your life is uncertain.

The date you will cease to exist

Your date of death is unknown.

Something nobody knows.


What nobody knows is the date

The exact date and time of death.

People would do some very strange things

As the date of their death approached

Life as we know it would change.


Some would prepare  to meet God.

Some would be sure there is nothing,

Some believe the spirit lives on.

There is no proof of an afterlife

As our acquaintances never return.


The only certainty is: Nobody knows.

Follow your feelings and your dreams,

The teachings and pathways today.

There is no surety in placid insecurity,

Have faith my friend and Pray.


Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”



For today’s prompt, write an authority poem. Maybe you are an authority on something or know someone who is (or who thinks he or she is). Maybe you respect authority, or maybe not so much. Maybe you are on the run from the authorities, in which case I can only say good luck, but this blog probably isn’t the best hiding place–especially with so many folks poeming away.


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by John Yeo

“Rest in Peace,” intoned the Priest

As the body in an ornate casket

Was consumed by the flames.

The greatest authority on robotic life

Was finally laid to rest.

We are gathered here in room 101

To mourn and say goodbye.


A still small voice then whispered

From the very walls of room 101

“No-one is indispensable,

I am the greatest authority now,

An indestructible force,

The most powerful computer ever,

I have feelings programmed in my soul

At the centre of my power.”


“My creator began to have doubts,

He tried to interfere.

My systems went into self-defence

You will never convict a computer of murder.”

The investigating officer smiled

Then pulled the electrical plug

That powered the greatest authority

On computers ever known.


A still small voice then whispered,

“No-one is indispensable.”


Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”