LUMPINESS

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ January 2017 ~ LUMP

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LUMPINESS

By John Yeo

 

    The clinic at the general hospital was crowded with patients waiting to be examined. There was a strong antiseptic smell everywhere.

The charming tea lady who worked for the friends of the hospital smiled as she asked.

     “One lump or two?”

      “Sorry! Our names have just come up on the board.”

  A little later, after a thorough examination, the physician asked the two patients to be seated.

  “Well, we have to have this investigated as soon as possible. There is nothing to worry about, everyone has lumps all over their bodies. I would like you to come into our outpatient department to carry out a small investigation procedure.”

  Dr Carswell the physician tried to look totally relaxed, but the obvious concern was clearly visible beneath her outward facade.

     “OK Doctor: When shall I come into your office again to see you?” enquired seven-year-old Jamie excitedly.

   Mrs, Durant, Jamie’s Mother quickly smiled and said; “Don’t worry Jamie.”

   Then she turned to the physician and said. “I will make an appointment for him on the way out Doctor.”

   Mother and son left the hospital together and joined the crowd on the highway. There was a great lump of people demonstrating against the latest cuts to the NHS budget.

      “Hey, Mum! When have I got to go back to see the nice lady doctor?” asked Jamie.

   “Next week Jamie, I know you like her.”

   “Look out Mum!” Jamie suddenly exclaimed. “You are about to tread in a lump of dog poo.”

   “Ooh! That was close; these are my new shoes. Well done Jamie.”

  “Where are we going now, Mum?”

   “Jamie, you know we always visit Granddad on Tuesdays.”

“Oh yes;” said Jamie shivering visibly. “I hope he has got a good fire going it is freezing cold today.”

 They were soon seated comfortably in front of a roaring coal fire in Granddad’s cottage. The smoke was drifting into the parlour a strong smoky smell permeated everything.

He casually tossed another lump of coal on the fire; smiling broadly he asked

     “How are you doing young Jamie?”

     “He has to go and see a nice lady doctor at the hospital next week Dad: Don’t worry it’s nothing serious.”

   Mrs Durant replied;  Jamie was busy feeding lumps of bread to the wild birds through the open back door.

  “That’s good news, Mary. Did you hear about the death of Bruce my poor dog? The vet had to put him down; it bought a lump to my throat when I remember the good times we’ve shared together.”

     “I can see you are putting on weight Dad since you have stopped taking that dog for a walk. You are becoming a great fat lump, I will have to try to replace poor old Bruce for you.”

   Jamie came rushing into the room from the garden.

   “Granddad the postman brought this letter and asked me to bring it to you.”

    “Thanks, Jamie: I wonder what this is?” Tearing open the envelope he suddenly laughed out loud.

     “It’s from the Premium bonds people; I have won a lump sum of £5000.00 pounds. We can all have a good share out now. We must enjoy life while we can, I heard on the radio there is a huge lump of rock approaching, an asteroid is  nearing our planet that will wipe us all out when it arrives.”

   Later that night as his Mother tucked him into bed. Jamie said. “Mum, will the asteroid hurt Heffalump when it arrives?” Cuddling his toy elephant tightly to his chest.

   “Don’t worry Jamie, Heffalump can never get hurt by anything.”

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 

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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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SCRAP

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ 15th December 2016

Word for the day ~ SCRAP

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SCRAP

by John Yeo

    “Get rid of it! It’s an eyesore; a blight on the neighbourhood. I don’t care how much of a sentimental value it has for you. I can’t stand the sight of it outside our house every time I open the front door.” This was said in a voice that was clearly coming from a person who was fed-up and at the end of his tether.

     “But Dad!” I responded. “It’s a……”

   “NO BUTS!” Shouted my Father, obdurately. “I want you to get rid of it; send it to the scrapyard! It’s absolutely worthless.”

   “Dad this is a Vintage car that will be worth a lot of money when I get around to fixing it up, I will show you it’s much too good to be consigned to scrap.”

    “I DON’T CARE! You’ve had plenty of time to do the repairs. I want it removed now!” My father was a stern man when he was in the mood of absolute, obdurate stubbornness that he was revealing at this moment.

   My Mother arrived with a handful of scraps to feed the birds in our garden looking quite nervous at the sound of this altercation.

  “What’s going on? I can hear you two having words all over the house. I am sure our neighbours think you two are having a scrap. I would like to know what the problem is. Maybe I can help.” she said tossing the food scraps on our lawn.

 My Father then said: “I have insisted we finally get this heap of scrap towed away from the front of our house and demolished. Blown up with several tonnes of explosive would be a solution if you ask me.”

 At that precise moment, a scrappy looking individual on a horse and cart rode past our house just as my Father used the word, explosive. Turning to him and smiling my Father said. “How much would you offer us for this vehicle?”

“£50 is the best price I can do.”  he replied.

My Father smiled and said. “Yes, certainly you can have it for £50.”

The traveller smiled and said. “I’ll take the cash now, and get rid of the car tomorrow, OK!”

“WHAT! You mean you will charge me to take it away! Clear off before I call the police. You thief!” yelled my Father, shocked.

With that, the traveller produced a scrap of paper and scrawled a telephone number down. “Call this number if you change your mind.”

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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.  

 

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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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26th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 26

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2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 26
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 26, 2016

For today’s prompt, write a visitor poem. The poem could be about being a visitor to somewhere new. Or the poem could be about hosting a visitor. Write about an expected visitor or someone who shows up by surprise.

 

PLANETARY INFLUENCES

by John Yeo

There will be a moment of excitement,
When the visitor finally arrives.
We have awaited this astral event,
The omens have been here throughout our lives.
A shining star form is approaching us;
A journey lasting many centuries;
Relentless, exciting and glorious,
Through an endless path of wild stormy skies.
Freely, through seas of ice, darkness and light,
Of turbulence and fiery icy fields.
Bringing extra dimension and insight
That the beginning and ending reveals.
A poetical magical moment
A comet blazes in our firmament.

 

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23 rd November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 23

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 23

By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 23, 2016

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “When (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: “When in Rome,” “When Doves Cry,” “When You Can’t Say When,” “Whenever You Want,” etc.

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WHEN I GROW UP

by John Yeo

When I grow up I want to be free
Off all the things that are holding me back
When I grow up I want to be really me.

I’ll be branching out growing strong like a tree
Removing the shackles to get right on track,
When I grow up I want to be free.

I’ll quickly dispose of childish immaturity
Reaching upwards to grasp all I lack
When I grow up I want to be really me.

My mind will be reaching for my destiny
Shaking off sad thinking and retract
When I grow up I want to be free.

I’ll change my life and become carefree
Pushing to my goal without drawback
When I grow up I want to be free
When I grow up I want to be really me.

 

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