A HARD HORNED GOODBYE

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

http://daily.wordreference.com/2017/01/10/intermediate-word-of-the-day-horn/

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A Hard Horned Goodbye.

by John Yeo

   William was trapped by the horns of a dilemma. Mother was terminally ill and in terrible pain. He was shocked and annoyed: there wasn’t any way out. Mother was enduring slowly progressive levels of pain. The hospital staff were administering the strongest levels of pain-killing drugs that were available. Sadly his Mother was suffering an increasing painful experience as the illness slowly took a hold.

   “Why can’t you put her out of her misery? Just administer a drug that will allow her to slowly drift away from life, pain-free.” He begged the Doctors when they arrived to carry out a ward round.

  

    “Sorry Sir this is against the law and against our sworn code of ethics. This would be a contravention of the Hippocratic oath. Euthanasia is strictly illegal.” replied the Consultant.

  William just shed tears and ran from the ward, holding a hanky to his nose. A nurse followed him out;  “Come back!”

   William fled, visibly sobbing;  blowing his nose which sounded like a fog horn blasting out a warning on a foggy night.

    William rushed out into the hospital road and jumped back quickly as an ambulance driver sounded his horn.

   “Look where you are going!” came a shout from the driver.

     Jumping in his car William picked up a golden horn that was lying on the back seat and ceremoniously played the Last Post. An accomplished musician he was expressing deep feelings of anger and frustration the only way he could.

   Then he pulled himself together and picking up a parcel that he had left on the back seat earlier he returned to the ward, to find his Mother in a deep sleep. Her hair had been neatly combed by one of the nurses. Her personal comb made from horn, that was her pride and joy lay on the bedside table.

   His Mother woke shortly after and William unwrapped his parcel which was an ornamental horn, fashioned out of pure elephant ivory. Mothers eyes lit up;  even with the pain that was visibly racking through her body. The horned ornament was a small container filled with her favourite sherry. They both looked into each other’s eyes and made new bonds, a silent toast that loosened, yet cemented the life they had shared.

    William left the ward with tears in his eyes, knowing he would never see his Mother again.

  She just drifted away in the night peacefully,  William was glad she had gone naturally and was out if pain at last.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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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.  

 

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.”

 

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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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