LIVING DEATH

For today’s prompt, write a poem that uses at least 3 of the following 6 words: con, flush, oxymoron, pass, rub, toxic. Of course, ambitious poets will try to use all 6 words. And of course, there may be one or two poets who see 6 words as a signal to try something foolish like a sestina. And to that, I can only say, “Go for it!”

LIVING DEATH

by John Yeo


Sam was suddenly flush after the con;
He felt sorry for the poor little rich guy,
He chuckled over this obvious oxymoron.
The smooth way he’d set up the come-on
It was too good an opportunity to pass.

Sam was tempted to act the part of a moron
This mark was an obviously lower upper class
He chuckled over this obvious oxymoron.
When the wheel spun Sam would be long gone
Counting the cash he’d swapped for brass.
He was suddenly flush after the con.

He didn’t notice the toxic fumes so strong
That arose from the bag that contained the cash.
It took just one rub to release the poison,
He choked as the creeping obnoxious gas
Entered his lungs with deadly effect.
Sam was suddenly flushed after the con.



© John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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ANTIMATTER

DAY 15 POEM-A-DAY CHALLENGE

For today’s prompt, take the word “Anti-(blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new word or phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Anti-Hero,” “Anti-Aging Cream,” and “Anti-Gravity Shoes.” *****

Antimatter

by John Yeo

Antimatter should have annihilated all of the matter in the universe after the Big Bang.
An example of the fight between Good and Evil.

When love arrives, in a thin disguise,
Things worth caring for should really matter.
Does it really matter if I fall in love with antimatter?
When matter meets antimatter all dreams must shatter.
Matter can be warm and wonderful.

When antimatter meets matter they immediately annihilate into energy.
Explosive energy that can be cruel.
Antimatter can be explosively cool.

Antimatter is closer to you than you think.

Bananas produce antimatter, I love the taste of Bananas
Radioactive molecules that emit antimatter particles are used for imaging Positron Emission Tomography.
Reflections of illness within the bodies of infinite caring.

© John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

THE MONASTERY GATES

Writing Prompt ~ 11th September 2018

 I came across this photograph writing prompt on WordPress and I thought I would give it a try…….

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THE MONASTERY GATES

By John Yeo

  Lucy was an orphan consigned to the St Teresa’s Monastery for her care at an early age.
When asked what her earliest memory was Lucy would reply with a one-word answer ‘Tears.’
  A hard worker with an ever willing way with her, Lucy melded into the Monastery background and she would have passed through her early years quite happily.
Lucy had one cross to bear during her early days in the shape of Sister Agnes. A tall gaunt Nun with narrow gimlet eyes and a vicious slit in her jowls that masqueraded as a mouth. The harsh cruel voice that emanated from this monster was enough to frighten the poor orphans into submission.
  Sister Agnes was a bully who delighted in pushing Lucy and the other children as hard as she could.
  The remainder of the Nuns, on the whole, were gentle and caring for their charges and did their best to make life as nice as possible under the circumstances. Sister Agnes was always careful not to let anyone see her when she picked on the children.
One morning Lucy was scrubbing and mopping the floor in the laundry and happily chatting away to her friend, Judy. Both girls were unaware a hush had descended around them until it was too late.
Sister Agnes had entered the laundry and had her piercing gimlet eyes firmly fixed on Lucy.

  ‘What’s this? Don’t you realize you are in a Holy place? Silence is required at all times here, especially when you are supposed to be working. Lucy! Who were you talking to? I will be punishing you both severely for this.”

 Lucy looked up and stuttered, ‘Nobody, Sister Agnes, I was talking to myself, I have a twin inside me who I speak to often.’

    Sister Agnes looked shocked and said, ‘I don’t believe you girl. If you refuse to name the other person I will punish you double.’

  Lucy shook her head and said, ‘There wasn’t anybody else involved.’

  ‘Right said Sister Agnes you will be shut in the dark cupboard for two days without food or drink. You are a rude disrespectful girl who deserves all she gets. I will be reporting you to the Mother Superior.’

  Lucy was locked in a tiny dark broom cupboard and her tears flowed unstoppably. Frightened she beat on the inside of the door with her fists until her hands were covered in blood. Soon she gave up and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
Another world slowly opened in her consciousness. A dreamscape where she walked on a sea of fire. Huge black birds became visible, one perched on her shoulders. Lucy found herself in a fury searching for Sister Agnes. She came upon a familiar figure burning in the flames. Sister Agnes was burning in the furious flames of Lucy’s imagination. Lucy tried to drag her from the flames without success and realized she was too late and nothing could be done.
  A loud click seemed to penetrate her dream as Lucy woke to the sound of the door opening.
  The Mother Superior entered the cupboard and took Lucy into her arms.
   ‘Come out now my child, we know what’s been going on. Your friend Judy confessed she was chatting to you and I have forgiven you both.’

  Lucy blinked as the daylight hit her tearful eyes.
‘What about Sister Agnes? I’m frightened of her and what she will do to me.’

  The Mother Superior looked grave.
   ‘Don’t worry Lucy, Sister Agnes has gone to another place where she will never bully you again.’
  Police converged on the monastery to investigate the unexplained death of one of the Nuns who had suddenly burst into flames and burned to death.
 Later, an inquest into the death of Sister Agnes was held and her death was judged as unexplained.
 Lucy was never as happy as she had been in her childhood. She took holy orders and became a Nun, praying for the forgiveness of the sins of herself and others.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved



 

ON THE TRAIL WITH SLIMY SID

I came upon this interesting Writing Prompt on WordPress and I decided to have a fling with my vivid imagination. Welcome to the Gardeners Universe.

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The Mystery of the nibbled Lettuces

by John Yeo

The news traveled slowly in the nocturnal world of the vegetable garden. The higher caste Snails were up in arms about a serious loss of food reserves in the kitchen garden.  There was clear evidence of unwanted, uninvited Gastropods invading and raiding the reserve food supplies. The elders called an emergency meeting to lock horns and discuss the situation. After some heated debate……Horace Hardshell rose to address the assembled elders. ‘Brothers and Sisters, we must do something about this villainy without delay or our children will go hungry. I suggest we send in a couple of battalions of our shell-free Slugs to lie in wait and protect our interests.’

 There was a murmur of agreement among the assembled high caste committee. A lone voice came from the rear of the meeting.

‘Fellow Gastro’s, let me introduce myself, my name is Slimy Sid, I’m a renowned crime-fighter with good references and a hundred percent record of case solution. I guarantee success in solving this mystery and in my first case I will work for you for free and I’ll soon get to the bottom of this outrage.’

All Shells were turned to the back of the compost heap where this important meeting was in process. There were surprised murmurs of assent as most of the assembled Slugs and Snails nodded with their horns.

The honourable slime-shelled elder Gastropod enquired. ‘How do you propose to do this single-handedly?’

I will l lie in wait among the Lettuces and watch, then follow the trails of slime and you will then be able to send in the shell-free Slug troops to exterminate the invaders. ‘

There was a universal instant agreement to this plan and later that night Slimy Sid could be found slowly making his way along the garden path.

Suddenly a huge foot came down on him as the gardener arrived to check on the growth of his Lettuces. Then followed the sickening sound of a crunch and a sudden squelch and sadly Slimy Sid was no more. At the next meeting of the high caste gastropods, a service of remembrance was held in honour of the brave crime-fighting Snail, Slimy Sid.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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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TAPED

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.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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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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.

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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UNCERTAIN CHANGE

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.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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CERTAIN CHANGE

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.

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

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“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”

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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.”

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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

FICTION NOTICE
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.