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CURRY AND CHIPS, By John Yeo Hot spicy curry and chipped potatoes. The traditional accompaniment to hot spicy curry would be rice, I have never particularly liked rice as I find the taste bland. One day I was torn between a take-away curry and rice, or traditional fish and chips. I decided to try a little of each and to everyones astonishment, I ordered curry and chips. From that day forward, a new dish to tickle my taste buds was put together. Multi-ethnic-heaven! Whenever I get the opportunity to marry these two cultural delights together I take the opportunity and indulge. Heaven served on a plate.
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Time for another Odd Trio prompt: write a post about any topic you want, in whatever form or genre, but make sure it features a slice of cake, a pair of flip-flops, and someone old and wise. THE BIRTHDAY PARTY by John Yeo Granny Annie was 89 years old, full of the practical wisdom, that reflected a life spent taking care of a household during some very austere times of war and rationing. Husband Wilfred was a baker who owned and ran his business while Annie went to do her job as a dental nurse, these days she would have had the respectable title of a dental technician. The wisdom of a life well lived and well experienced by the fluctuations of a topsy-turvy economic climate were very useful in the lives of her ever-growing family. Then came the day of Granny Annie’s 90th birthday, the family gathered with gifts and many smiles were evident, as presents were unwrapped, and the excited expression on Granny Annie’s face mirrored the smiles and laughter of the younger members of the family. Granny Annie unwrapped a huge parcel that was wrapped and wrapped many times, with lots of colourful birthday gift wrapping paper. So much paper that it took several minutes to reach a very interesting cardboard box in the middle, this was the size of a shoe box and had masses of sticky tape on the edges. This was impossible for her to get into with her elderly hands, and she signalled young William to come and open his present to her. The lid was removed and to everyones delight a pair of flip-flops were revealed, not just any old flip flops, a very comfortable looking pair of flip flops, designed to cushion a pair of 90 year old feet very comfortably. Granny Annie gave William a smile of thanks while wagging her finger at him for the cheeky packaging. A huge pink iced-cake was wheeled into the lounge with a large candle in the middle. Excitedly everyone urged Granny Annie to blow the candle out and make a wish, she managed this with the able help of William. Then came the cutting of this work of art and Granny Annie was served a modest slice to taste. Delicately she nibbled the cake in her very wise, well brought up, delicate, traditional way. Then to the amazement and horror of all concerned, Granny Annie coughed and spluttered, and breathed her last. Copyright © Written by John Yeo All rights reserved ZIG ZAG
BY JOHN YEO The seagulls flying high above the landscape were free to ride the thermal currents. The powerful eyes of the hunters were ever on the lookout for food, in the waters or on the land below. Food is their universal reason to scour the skies and seas to survive. Marking out the hunting territory, they would zig-zag across the sky-scape, ever vigilant for morsels to consume, or take to their families in the home nests. Guarding their piece of sky to protect the food supply from hungry gull intruders. Zig-zagging backwards and forwards, creating patterns in the sky. The gull heaven. Copyright © Written by John Yeo All rights reserved ![]() (1) ~ The Gateway. I know a private secret place, That is almost impenetrable to all, I can alter the vistas and rearrange, The outlook and furnish my private space, With dreams and schemes and imagination, I am careful of the contents, How much I reveal I carry my secret place wherever I find Some stimulation for my fertile mind. (2) ~ The Entrance. A waterfall guards the entrance Of a tunnel to a valley beyond. As you arrive at the end, two Peacocks Gaze and welcome you to their home. Streams and brooks with Swans gliding, A Centaur waits to carry you on his back To share the pleasure of a magical mind As you explore this special secret place. A closely guarded secret place, far too complex to reveal in the "first 50 words". Copyright © Images and Written by John Yeo~ All rights reserved
![]() CREATIVE PRACTICALITY By John Yeo It would be difficult to display creativity as practical information, This world is full of many kinds of creativity. Try to avoid the discrimination, By not labelling the different shades of creativity. Just love creativity in all its wonderful guises, Practical creativity is to be creative With a particular goal in sight. Creative design is very practical. All creative writing contains practical information, Although sometimes it is very hard to find. Creativity can split one hundred words Into two separate first fifty words, in a poem. Copyright © Written by John Yeo All rights reserved SHORT
By John Yeo A life cut short in the prime, Sadness at the start of the rhyme, You lived on this earth with grace, Lighting a fire within your space, You stunned the world of the word, With writing that was revered, So young to be snatched away, In this cruel heartless way. As I try to praise your depth of thought, The "First 50 Words" is far too short. ~~~~~~~~~~ A life cut short in the prime, Sadness at the start of the rhyme, You lived on this earth with grace, Lighting a fire within your space, You stunned the world of the word, With writing that was revered, So young to be snatched away, In this cruel heartless way. As I try to praise your depth of thought, The “First 50 Words” is far too short. :) Copyright © Written by John Yeo All rights reserved
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo My story was spellbinding, amazingly I was part of the action. I fought invisible monsters, drifted in time and found myself in a gentle space. Overawed by the breathtaking work of literature I produced, I grabbed the nearest pen and paper and I furiously began writing. The results were incredible, I knew I had writen a best seller. Every word was poetical dynamite, explosive words, resounding from my head to the paper. The vision faded. I awoke from my dream with the realisation that the pen and the paper were also a part of my dream. Dreams can come true. Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
The steam train, with thick black smoke billowing from the engine, sped through the countryside. As we approached a tunnel the engine driver pulled a chain and set off a piercing whistle. The lazy cattle grazing in the field looked up startled, some stampeded away from the noise. We stopped for water at a whistle-stop. Another blast of the whistle that masked a shot from the train as the wounded guard toppled backwards. The great train robbery was under way. A horseman galloped along beside the train and retrieved a black bag, thrown from the train. The police moved in. Copyright (c)~Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved
Peter would bet on anything, One day Paul arrived carrying a box, I have two racers in here a fast one and a slow one. I will offer, you 100 to one on Tortoise the big slow frog and 2 to one on Hare the fast frog. Peter’s green, greedy eyes lit up, he put all his money on Hare the fast frog. Paul released the frogs and the race was on. Hare the fast frog leapt away in the wrong direction out of the door to freedom, while Tortoise the slow frog hopped slowly over finishing line to win. Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved.
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