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MACEDONIAN MAGIC ~ 28TH SEPTEMBER 2015

30/9/2015

Macedonian Flag ~ Image from the net

MACEDONIAN MAGIC

My friend, I would like to thank you
For visiting my blog this year.
I would love to visit your beautiful land
To travel to Skopje, try to understand.

I have Macedonian friends who share
Photographs on Social media here,
Sharing your magic over the Internet,
Beautiful scenery, mountains and lakes.

My friend I would enjoy the mystery
The ancient Ottoman influences
Try to unravel the proud history
Explore Skopje's famous bazaar.

Thanks once again for tasting my blog
My friend I have no idea who you are
I will study the stats and nod my head.
You are welcome to return again.

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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A SPIDERS WEB ~ 26th September 2015

28/9/2015

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A SPIDERS WEB
by John Yeo

Spider with the web you weave
What do you wait to catch?
A passing fly foraging to survive,
Perhaps you are passing time
Waiting for your food to arrive.

Spider your hungry instincts believe
All winged creatures you catch
Are food to sate your appetite.
Food for thought to feed your mind
With the struggling captive still alive.

Spider tell me do you ever grieve
Over the many lives you despatch?
Do you ever speculate the right
To kill and then manipulate
Your prey before you consume it.

Spider, I wonder how you conceive
Your part in a very long process
To eat a fly that you cleverly capture
By spinning your intricate web.
A link in a very long food chain.

Spider, I wonder with no reprieve
A flying predator passing by,
Watches you waiting on your web
Swoops and snatches you for food
To feed a family in a cosy nest.

Spider, the lasting legacy you left
Before your sad, sudden demise,
You laid and expertly hid your eggs.
Then the babies become food again
Links in the eternal food chain.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Image © Copyright John and Margaret

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A SHORT UNCERTAINTY ~9th SEPTEMBER 2015

12/9/2015

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A SHORT UNCERTAINTY
by John Yeo

The wise man sat under an Apple tree
Staring into space.
A young girl approached and smiled.
"Are you really happy?"
Silence was a deafening curtained box
The blossom fell to the ground.
Breaking the silence noiselessly.

"My mummy says my daddy will die
Then he will be free
Of the terrible pains that torture him.
Will he be happy?"
The wise man smiled, "No-one knows
This truth little one,
Death is the only real certainty in life.

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

When I posted this on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Blog in answer to his Wednesday Poetry prompt, I discovered that the object was to write ten lines or less. After some revision I adjusted the poem to eight lines and I think it works very well.

"For today’s prompt, write a little poem. That is, write a poem of 10 lines or fewer. If you normally write long poems, do so in the first draft. Then, start deleting lines. Don’t worry; you can always save the longer version on your computer (or in your notebook). ***** Re-create Your Poetry! Revision..."

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A SHORT UNCERTAINTY
by John Yeo

The wise man sat under an Apple tree staring into space.
A young girl approached and smiled."Are you really happy?"
Silence was a deafening curtained box, the blossom fell to the ground.
Breaking the silence noiselessly.

"My mummy says my daddy will die then he will be free
Of the terrible pains that torture him. Will he be happy?"
The wise man smiled, "No-one knows this truth little one,
Death is the only real certainty in life.

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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A COUNTDOWN POEM ~ 6th SEPTEMBER 2015

9/9/2015

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A COUNTDOWN POEM
by John Yeo

Counting the days is an incredible chore
We can hardly wait for the magical day.
Life crawls by as we count the hours.
Until our ship arrives and we sail away.
Checking the details, patiently waiting,
For our dream to arrive and materialise.
The time drags slowly but life goes on.
Scanning the forecast watching the skies.

The days drag on, somehow we survive
The merciless countdown to getting away.
What is the weather like over there?
Can we escape on the appointed day?
Two whole weeks to go, our cases packed,
The postman arrives, the tickets are here.
We double-check, you're not taking that!
Perhaps that brolly's not such a good idea.

Seven days to go and counting the hours
Checking the suitcases and documentation.
Passports, money, insurance and tickets.
All part of our intense thorough preparation.
Re-checking the details as the week passes by.
Suddenly the countdown is nearing the day
Then the minutes are seconds, our driver arrives.
Zero hour! How time flies! Now we are on our holiday.

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

I thought I would start writing some poetry again to keep my skills sharpened ready for the next month-long challenge by Robert Brewer on Writers Digest.

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MACEDONIAN MAGIC ~ 28TH SEPTEMBER 2015

A SPIDERS WEB ~ 26th September 2015

A SHORT UNCERTAINTY ~9th SEPTEMBER 2015

A COUNTDOWN POEM ~ 6th SEPTEMBER 2015

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