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Excited ~A response to Robert brewer's wednesday poetry prompt~26th March 2014

27/3/2014

Robert Brewer's ~Wednesday Poetry Prompt

For today’s prompt, write an excited poem. Of course, I’m a bit excited about the upcoming challenge–in a good way. But excited can manifest itself in plenty of other ways as well, including feeling sick, scared, or upset. One of my favorite “excitable” characters is Barney Fife from the Andy Griffith Show.

"Excited"

I know the answer to my expectation
will be coming soon
I have had my fill in my imagination
I can hardly wait but still.
My sleeplessness adds to my inspiration,
My pulse is racing, veins afire
Feelings impossible to control.
I have honed my dream to perfection.
My mind is racing, my feeling delighted
I have never felt so sure and excited.

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The doorbell sounds, a package arrives
My heart beats fast as I sign the note
Anticlimax follows with the realisation
I have another sad letter of rejection.

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Copyright © Poem by John Yeo
26/07/2014
All rights reserved.

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ROBERT BREWERS WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT

20/3/2014

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For today’s prompt, write a poem from inside another person’s skin. Sound icky? Well, I’m talking more like metaphorically. For instance, pretend to write a poem from the perspective of Walt Whitman, Amelia Earhart, or that strange looking guy on the bus. Use this prompt to get outside of your own persona and into the persona of someone (or something, I suppose) else.

A poem from the perspective of the inside another person’s skin

INSIDE LOOKING OUT

If I just grab the side of this wall
l should be able to get along the way,
I can smell a strong smell of fish and chips,
I have been here before, past the market stall.

The next shop on the way is a candy store,
I love the sweet smells of chocolate
Children laughing, just out from school,
The strong smell of coffee in the cafe.

There is a crossing coming up on the corner
The roar of the passing traffic is deafening,
The stick I carry will find the edge of the curb.

I find the help I get from others strengthening.
A stick of white is like carrying a light.

Copyright by John Yeo © 19th March 2014

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The Warmest Colour is Blue

18/3/2014

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THE WARMEST COLOUR IS BLUE
The colours of the mind see red and yellow as danger
Red, very hot, a fiery furnace burning flames, boiling water
Scalding , searing, burning the skin with red angry weals .
Yellow as sunshine and solar heat
Leading to the vicious heat of the desert sun
Yellow and red mingling to orange flames generating wildfire.

The colours of the mind see blue and green as safe,
Blue is cool, icy aquamarine streaks on icebergs,

Frosty blue ice crystals on a window pane, ice that burns to the touch.
Our frost-bitten hands and skin turn blue with cold,
Angry storm tossed waves on a blue tinted sea.

Green is verdant fruitful fields and abundant crops.
My love has eyes of the deepest blue,
Powerful, enquiring, a penetrating hue,

A warmth of deep feeling smiling through,
Generating heat that powers through
To the icy core, overwhelming every other hue,
Generating fire with desire.
The warmest colour is BLUE.

Copyright (c) Images and poem
Written by John Yeo~~All rights reserved

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March 13th, 2014

13/3/2014

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CARE POEM

This unbearable feeling is hard to share.
After many years suffusing into each other
An unbreachable gap has come to appear,
Shattering feelings built over many a year.

We shared many times with mutual respect
Happiness with laughter, always together
Never stopping to consider this awful end
The Death of a lover and a very dear friend

At the last, Death rips and shreds the past
Smashing our life to a million shards
The painful cutting and tearing apart,
Bloodless breaking of a once proud heart

Memories abound in solitary sadness
Flooding my mind with thoughts and despair
You were once here with me, aways there,
This harsh world continues without a care

Copyright © By John Yeo
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WONDER

3/3/2014

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WONDER
A VILLANELLE POEM

I wonder if ever you've give a thought
To where we go when we pass away,
The answer to the question must be sought.

Surely time spent here is not for nought
We will arrive somewhere some day,
I wonder if ever you've given a thought.

We will arrive somewhere as a last resort
To gain an answer we hope and pray,
The answer to the question must be sought.

Life can be rough without firm support
To the destination come what may,
I wonder if ever you've given a thought.

No man can build walls in a mental fort
Without wonder and watching opinion sway,
The answer to the question must be sought.

Question the answer, behave as we ought
Search for the message the answer replay,
I wonder if ever you've given a thought
The answer to the Question must be sought.

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THE INDIVIDUAL EXPLOSION~ A Villanelle poem

1/3/2014

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THE INDIVIDUAL EXPLOSION~

A Villanelle poem

Growth is a pathway to maturity,
We follow learning many rules until,
Our thoughts explode into individuality.

Happy to follow, learning gradually.
Working the accepted patterns still
Growth is a pathway to maturity.

Our learning is our makeup and mentality,
Pushing the frontiers of our own free will
Our thoughts explode into individuality.

Brushing aside all thought of insecurity
We gradually ascend the learning hill,
Growth is a pathway to maturity.

Finding a way with our learnt rationality
The facts we soak up then distill,
Our thoughts explode into individuality.

We overcome the bounds of immaturity,
Each step we take to learn another skill,
Growth is a pathway to maturity
Our thoughts explode into individuality.

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Excited ~A response to Robert brewer's wednesday poetry prompt~26th March 2014

ROBERT BREWERS WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT

The Warmest Colour is Blue

March 13th, 2014

WONDER

THE INDIVIDUAL EXPLOSION~ A Villanelle poem

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