ANOTHER LIKE ON SOCIAL MEDIA

This is a response to a prompt on Robert Lee Brewer’s blog, Poetry Asides,

on  WritersDigest.com.

The prompt No 428  is to write,  “Another (blank),” poem.

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Another (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

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By John Yeo

I put everything I’ve got into this post

I hope and pray it will go down well.

One man I know likes everything I do

I have to look in the mirror and smile.

Will it, I wonder be polished enough?

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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I have so many friends out there in the air

Sometimes my likes reach double figures.

I know a man who writes blogs for a living,

Bares his soul without a care in the world.

Sadly some people don’t like his views

Punish him, admire his posts then blank him.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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I put a lot of hard work in a poem once

Carving the words out of past experience.

I polished it, honed it and added some gloss.

Finally, I selected an awesome illustration.

My number one fan said she loved it dearly.

Even commented with a loving heart.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

~

I have an old friend who was a talented man,

He accomplished so much in his lifetime.

A painter of note and a wordsmith to boot,

A poet with streams of starmud for thought.

Yet his talent was unrecognised in his lifetime.

I can understand this reluctance to like,

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

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Showing thoughtful appreciation and care

One little click could create an illusion.

You know looking back over the years

Before computers burst onto the scene.

Many people had little time to spare,

It was a crazy harsh world we lived in.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.

~

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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Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

29th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 29

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 29
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 29, 2016

For today’s prompt, we’re once again doing 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 love poem. A poem about love, people who are in love, attempting to woo, or some other lovely spin on the subject. Or…
Write an anti-love poem. I know that for every lover there’s an equally powerful hater.

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A LOVE AFFAIR WITH CRUISING

by John Yeo

Many strangers head for a life under sail,
To enjoy a relaxing luxurious getaway;
The itinerary, always an exhilarating delight.
A menu of exciting destinations to visit,
Historical, tropical, a feast of adventure.
Life-changing romance on the high seas.

How did our love for each other arise?
Our first warm meeting on a turbulent sea;
Recapturing the moment when love came to call,
Altering both our futures irrevocably.
We boarded the ship to a sail-away welcome,
Infectious excitement as the ship pulled away.

When our paths crossed for the very first time,
Our present cruise quickly became our future;
We found ourselves when we found each other.
Our love changed our lives, growing closely together,
We became friends who slowly became lovers.
Inseparable lovers always happy together.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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LOVE and ANTI-LOVE

by John Yeo

It is difficult for someone who is deeply in love
To write anti-love poetry.
It is hard to imagine a life without love.
If you haven’t been hurt irrevocably.

It is impossible for one who is warmly in love
To understand hurt and despair.
To have your feelings spat back in your face
To have been abandoned without a care.

It is hard to portray hate with a heart full of love
Hatred that burns slowly and surely
A battered heart that is full of fear
With shattered trust and vulnerability.

Feelings of trust with a sure strong love
Seem far from drawing real empathy
With the shock of rejection and sadness
That follow the sad blows of a hateful reality.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

28th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 28

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 28
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 28, 2016

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “I Want (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: “I Want Money,” “I Want a Second Chance,” “I Want My Name in Lights,” “I Want an Extra Hour of Sleep Each Day,” etc.

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I WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WANT

by John Yeo

The question is… “What do I want?”

This was never going to be easy,
There are so many lacks in most of life,
What I want must fulfil a need for me!
Interpreting a want isn’t easy
Do I want an end to trouble and strife?
This was never going to be easy.
That answer still makes me feel uneasy,
Peace on earth? Wealth? A healthy calm goodlife?
What I want must fulfil a need for me!
As I grow older and think carefully,
My mind drifts with worldly cares rife.
This was never going to be easy.
I narrow my want and thinking deeply,
Am I getting selfish to include my wife?
What I want must fulfil a need for me!
I want her to be happy completely;
Never want for anything all her life.
This was never going to,be easy,
What I want must fulfil a need for me!

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

 

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.”

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

 

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.

 

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

24th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 24

 

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24

By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 24, 2016

For today’s prompt, write an imitation poem. Some folks say imitation is the best form of flattery. So with it being Thanksgiving in these parts, I thought it appropriate to pick a poem you enjoy and write an imitation of it. You can include poet and poem of the original if you’d like; or see if others can guess.

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SNOWDROPS

IMITATION POEM
by John Yeo

Jostled and pushed in a graveyard cloud
That sits by the church high on the hill,
Immediately surrounded by a crowd;
A host of pure white snowdrops, uphill,
Around the graves, under the bush,
Peeping from the long grass lush.

As numerous as the planets that shine
On the edges of the Milky Way
They spread unruly out of line
Around the borders of the churchyard grey:
Countless saw I in a seconds glance,
Bobbing their heads in sprightly prance.

The graves beside them solemn; but they
Outdid the marble solemnity:
A poet could but happily pray
In such a joyful company:
I stared-and-stared but I never thought
What richness to me that scene had brought:

For often; when in grieving pain I lie
In a sad solemn pensive mood,
They crowd into my inner eye
Which is the centre of my solitude;
Then my happy heartbeat almost stops,
Prancing with the wild snowdrops.

© Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved

(With grateful apologies to William Wordsworth)

Daffodils
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.