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ROBERT LEE-BREWER'S WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT~22nd OCTOBER 2014~"Foundation"

23/10/2014

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For today’s prompt, write a foundation poem. This could be a poem that reinforces a solid foundation of morals and high ideals. Or it could be about a foundation in the organizational sense (Arthritis Foundation, CDC Foundation, Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation). Or heck, write a poem about pouring a concrete foundation.

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FOUNDATION
by John Yeo 


This is the soil that nourished the plant that grew and thrived.
This is the seed that was planted in the soil
This is the plant that grew from the seed, 
Taking its life from the soil.


These are the roots, anchoring the plant 
As it grew from the seed, nourished by the soil.
This is the wind, that attacked the plant, with vicious gusts.
As the plant took root in the soil.


This is the plant, rooted deeply in the nourishing soil 
These are the roots spreading deeply and firmly under the soil 
Securing the plant from the wild wind,
Creating a firm foundation.


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ROBERT LEE-BREWER'S WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT~15Th OCTOBER 2014~"Pick Up"

21/10/2014

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For today’s prompt, write a pick up poem. In the poem, you could write about picking stuff up–like operating a crane or cleaning a bedroom. Or it could be about picking up someone at a bar. Or picking up the pace. Or whatever else you happen to pick up…on. Have fun!

SKY CRADLE
by John Yeo

I climb upwards and upwards, breathless,
I work my way to the top 
The view from up here is priceless
It is a very high life from the cab.

Over two hundred metres high in the air
I am lord and master of all I survey,
The hoist is like a mechanical chair.
From high above, the city looks drab.

My machine is equipped with the finest hoist,
A huge bucket, wire and chains.

In the high stormy rain the air is moist
The sharp winds cut and viciously stab.

The signaller below, when the load is ready
Calls on the radio. Lift off. Lift and shift!
I manipulate the levers, keeping steady
Guiding the pick-up to the target slab.

It is a lonely contemplative life at the top,
There is much danger in my working conditions.
One false move and the load would drop
Causing much death and mayhem, below.


Copyright © written by John Yeo~ All rights reserved


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Phil's Poetry Group assignment~ "THE MOON" 13th October 2014

17/10/2014

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THE MOON
by John Yeo

The mystique and the magic of moonlight,
The light that lights the night sky.
In the days before artificial lighting
Brought magic in the shadows, hid from the eye.

The moonlight was a time for cold care,
Reputedly a time of deep despair.
When the lunar eclipse of the senses
Drew a blanket of sadness in the cold dark sky.

Yet the moonlight has inspired poets
Storytellers, with songs waxing clear
Of nocturnal creatures, faeries and elves,
Wizards and witches casting deep moonlight spells.

Lovers make love by the light of the moon,
With the eyes of the moon as a witness,
Then sunrise in the East heralds a brand new day
Chasing moonbeams, the shadows, the magic away.

Madame Zelda, the gypsy says of the moon,
Four quarters of the cycle make a whole new life.
Love, relationships, birth and death,
All are foretold, written in the starry, moonlit sky.



Copyright ©~Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved.


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Robert Lee-Brewer's Wednesday Poetry Prompt~1st October 2014~"Breakdown"

8/10/2014

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http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-282

For this week’s prompt, write a 
broken down poem. Write about cars, lawn mowers, or the human spirit. So many possibilities for things and people to break down. Write one!

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BREAKDOWN
Written by John Yeo

A very smooth journey, so far,
Much to our delighted surprise.
The aircraft was in very good shape,
Except for the occasional rattle.
A very smooth flight coming here,
Touch down smoothly, my fears subside.
Our hired car was not so great,
A banger that had seen many a battle.

A
really good scenic route by car,
Through the hot dry desert, how time flies.
A rattle, a bang, then sad to relate,
Smoke is pouring from an engine baffle.
We have broken down, very far
From the nearest town of any
size,
We can only sit in the car and wait
The heat intense, we share the water bottle.

A convoy arrives and the leading car
Stops to help and to offer a ride
Our prayers are answered, we hesitate

To think there is danger in the offer.
Then beaten and robbed by the thugs
We are stripped of all we possess.
Then left stranded in the desert
Death comes as no surprise. Slowly.

Reawakening in the hospital,
I lie awake from my dream and decide,
I must question the doctor about the state,
Of my mind since my nervous breakdown.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo. All rights reserved.
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ROBERT LEE BREWER'S WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPT~ 24th September ~ Next in Line poem

8/10/2014

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The King's Duckling
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-281

For this week’s prompt, write a “next in line” poem. This could be a poem about somebody waiting in a line at the DMV or the grocery store obviously. But it could also be about a line of lovers, a line of errors, or a line of poetry. What is coming up? What is around the corner? These could be topics for a “next in line” poem.


NEXT IN LINE

Next please! The White-coat called,
A man stood up to answer,
A lady left the surgery.
"I've had my jab! You are next in line.
A dizzy spell, I feel quite well.

The over-sixties and the vulnerable
Lining up in an orderly queue
For the annual Winter injection,
A jab in the arm, no pain, no gain.
A dizzy spell, I feel quite well.

Next please, came the call again,
I take my place in the queue.
It is soon done, you will feel no pain,
Take your time, you are next in line.
A dizzy spell, I feel quite well

I answer the call, my time has come,
I get the needle, the job is done.
I ask for a glass of water,
The nurse smiles, "Do you feel OK?"
A dizzy spell, I feel quite well.

Copyright  ©  Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved.



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