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.”

 

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HARD HUDDLE

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

Word for the day ~ HUDDLE

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HARD HUDDLE

By John Yeo

 

 Tom and Tess were identical twins, always together they stood by each other through thick and thin, whatever came their way. Tom would take care of Tess in every possible way. When school bullies started to bate and try to separate the twins, Tom put his arms around Tess and they went into a huddle to protect themselves from the bullying blows from all sides. Tom and Tess would then usually get rescued by a charitable passerby.

  When the twins took up self-defence lessons, their Mother wanted to know why? Laughingly she said, “ You two were huddling together before you were born; it showed up on the scan.”

  The twins were determined they were going to get their own back on these bullies and after a few self-defence lessons, they were shown how to attack and fight back. The next time they encountered these people on the way home; they went into the usual huddle together. The bullies then responded by attacking the twins; raining blows on the two clinging, huddling twins. Suddenly the twins; like the proverbial worms turned and started fighting back, drawing blood from two of the attackers instantly. The rest ran furiously away defeated; leaving the two ringleaders huddled together in a pool of their own blood.

  Tom and Tess left school and became directors of a group of companies that was christened the “Hard Huddle:”  encompassing many diverse areas of business that were successful by grouping loosely together in a defensive huddle of companies.

 

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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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12th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 12

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 12
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 12, 2016

For today’s prompt, pick a month (any month), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible months include January, February, March, …etc.

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JANUARY


by John Yeo


Fireworks explode brightly, lighting up the  sky
As January bows in on the back of the old year.
Long dark nights and short cold wintry days.
Depressive scenery for brand new beginnings.

Frosty rime sparkles on the earthy bare fields.
The silence is suddenly, sweetly shattered.
A Blackbird bursts into melodious song.
As England awakes on a January morning.

New hopes to build, new dreams, new plans.
January arrives signalling new beginnings.
The seed is now dormant in the frosty earth
Awaiting  conditions for growth and rebirth.

Lisa, lying prone in a  hospital ward  
Feels the birth-pains acutely as a girl is born.
Tom smiles and cuddles them affectionately.
Our child is our future and a new beginning.

Her name will be a symbol of  renewed hope
She will be named by her birth month, January
Our hopes, our dreams our plans for the future
Will be resting securely on our daughter January.



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RIDING FREE

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RIDING FREE

by John Yeo

Wherever you are now you will always be free.
There was never a measure that could standardise you
Unique precious things are hard to define.
Little girls play with dolls remember.
You broke the mould when you stepped out of line.
Taking your place in this life.

A motorcycle roaring beneath you, travelling along life’s road.
A girl, on a motorcycle, the wind flowing free,
A fighter, as free as a bird.
Following your instincts,
Weaving in and out,
Overtaking with ease
The obstacles life threw at you.

When cruel fate intervened with a serious blow,
You picked yourself up again and again.
Laughing in the face of reality,
Always following your personal dream.
The end of the road wasn’t signposted
You always refused to give up,
Until your last breath was breathed.
Wherever you are now you will always be free.

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NOVEMBER 2015 ~”POEM-A-DAY”~ DAY TWENTY-SEVEN ~ “LEFTOVERS ” POEM

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For today’s prompt, write a leftovers poem. With Thanksgiving in the rear view, many people may have leftover food in their refrigerators. Others may wish they had leftovers. Regardless of the holidays, some folks feel like leftover people or that they live a leftover life.

LEFTOVERS

by John Yeo

The family were gathered to hear the reading,
The distinguished solicitor looked round the room,
He caught the tear-stained eye of a lady in scarlet
In sharp contrast to the universal mourning black.

A moment of silence when the family finally calmed.
The sobbing matriarch and her grieving daughter
Two sons and their wives and families and more,
Waited expectantly as the respected solicitor began.

“This is the last will and testament of a literate man.
‘I lived my life to the full, working long and hard,
I did my best for everyone of you gathered here
I have lived and loved as happily as a writer can.

I was never very wealthy, just comfortably wise,
That I have no fortune should be no surprise.
After I have paid my final accounts,
I leave the leftovers to my very dear friend
Who met and stayed with me right to the end’.”

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2014 NOVEMBER PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: DAY 2~~”Together Again”~~

For today’s prompt, write a together again poem. It’s one thing to split up; it’s something else to come back together again. Sometimes getting back together is a good thing; sometimes it’s a bad thing; and sometimes it’s just awkward.

DEATH

by John Yeo

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It has been many long years, if ever.

A day like this when we all came together.

Two boys, three girls, we scattered and spread

Made lives of our own with families and friends.

Our homes and our jobs took us far from each other.

~

Sadness, overpowering all who are gathered,

Many axes are ground and, grudges are fed.

Blackness and old scores blight the day

The factions stick firmly together.

Many memories are surfaced and shed.

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A Matriarch has left her mark

The family meet to pay their respects

Through the sadness beams the joy

Remembering a life well lived, and loved.

The family finally got back together

When Grandma passed away.

~

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