Best Covid19 Poems
The Only Topic
Every Morning I get up and the very first thing I do,
Is switch on the Teli, to find out the latest Hullabaloo.
Well it might be Carl, Sam or Kochy/Kochie on 7, 9, SBS or the ABC.
They won`t be talking about murder, riots or some ship in a storm out to sea.
You guessed it, it’s the Corona virus their on about and how much damage it has done.
The effect upon our economy, all the latest fatalities who have unfortunately succumbed, the stats of infected ones.
I`ve heard it all before, for months and months, on they go,
But I need to hear it again and again, even though it makes my spirit low.
We have mostly forgotten all the millions in refugee camps, around the place.
The starving, abused and mistreated who daily, have the same old issues to face.
We worry about the mental effects this is having on the people of our Land.
When we should be thanking God above for our fortune rare and Grand.
There is still a heap of freedom, plenty of food for us to buy.
Money from the government and civil servants who still care enough to try.
This is not a time of sorrow but a time to come awake.
To see what we are made of and give the crud a shake.
This world has always seen tragedy, wars, famine, disasters and pain
but it also has beauty, warmth , love, mateship and life giving rain.
So buck up ol chaps and put a grin above your chin
Not everybody loses and not everyone will win.
But we can all make our choices to either cry, grizzle or complain
Or to rejoice while the breaths still in us and to keep ourselves sane.
The virus isn’t here to deny us, rather it is another sort of test,
And like every challenge in history before, we will beat it just like we did the rest.
You all pray
for yourselves
ah now it matters
who, pray tell cares
about the children in camps
you empty prisons
yet fear the little children
more than any virus
moral decay
Many of we oldsters have already received the covid19 vaccination.
Soon all who want it will receive the shot in states across the nation.
Yet, TV news keeps needlin' us showin' 12 inch needles pokin' the shoulder joint!
You would think by now that we should've all received the "point"!
"The Forgotten Poets"
Saints and Sinners
all calling out for
forgiveness
and wanton recognition
de Sade like minds
libertine and revolutionary
Saints living out their penance
kiss the sharp lips of Sinners
Juxtapositions of souls
Sinners become divine
Saints become unhinged
more human, mortalised
willingly they are led
They Become
Love makes us
All Hallowed Souls
intrepid and invisible
crazed with courage
walking unseen through
the sanctified temples
of the lost and isolated,
The Forgotten Poets
Manifesting, we are mesmerized
We are actuaries counting lives
through the hidden words
and forsaken numbers
along the jagged lines
absent of what
is most deeply sought
ruthless has been the confiscation
to spend our ink on clean sheets
imprinting heat we brand our marks
beating in time and out of time
a tattoo on a body of work
that will eventually be stroked
souls are traded
we are all bought
by the vanity to be read and seen eternally
understood by the Unseen who gifts us
A moment
to cross the static mind
to draw a line between
Trust and the Lies
We are Sensate
tracing softly the streets
in a lover’s open palm
to slide a finger sensuously,
provocatively
towards the crossroad
of an unclothed and vulnerable
upturned wrist
feel the pulse tickled
in the moist hollows of somewhere
a whispered breath
along a neck kissed
Communing with cunning alchemy
manifesting what is not said
through broken hearts
and the tears of half open doorways
closing on pasts best forgotten
wrapping our thoughts like
warm legs around the burning
Divine
leading us into temptation
with
futures and promises
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Certain souls may seem harsh to others,
but it is just a way, beknownst only to them,
of caring and feeling more deeply.”
Marquis de Sade
"My passions,
concentrated on a single point,
resemble the rays of a sun
assembled by a magnifying glass:
they immediately set fire
to whatever object they find in their way"
Marquis de Sade
HOMELESS
Devilish homeless virus!
To what do we owe this visit?
You play with lungs like toys,
Taking dreams to early graves;
And in our tears you find your joy,
Who the hell is your creator?
Visa free from nation to nation;
Traveling like a prostitute infection,
Even home is not safe with family;
Please take your leave so quickly.
A cry for the Doctors in battle;
At the war front without assurance;
And for your venom possessed victims,
Courage to the courage they carry...
A cry out to my own humble Creator;
Lion with eye-on from Zion and Judah...
The same One my Muslims call Allah;
Come down from heaven with power.
Copyright: VKINGS
V160320
"Crown"
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
From where I stand
my eyes are grass green
silver cut
grass green
sharp and hungry
My lips are persimmon sweet
ripe and dripping words
thick and smooth
like warm honey
My mind is open wide
like your eyes
Blue Sky
sharp
sonar seductive
dark and strong
as black tea
echolocation
bouncing against
your body
wings beating
wet waves
against your hot skin
Wings spread wide
I am Awake
all yours
upside down
Fever rides you
I break you in
wearing your crown
your skin glistening
From where I lay
my eyes are
silver cut
glass green
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o'er my ear like the
sweet sound That breathes upon
a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour..."
Act 1 Scene 1
Twelfth Night
"Enough, no more.
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical."
Staying home, I'm swamped in my handicraft
Paintings, drawings, all fascinating art
Sumptuous meals, I baked and cooked
My proud dish, I posted in facebook
Puzzles in my newsfeed, I proudly answered each
Idly, I enjoyed K-Drama and Netflix
.
But then outside, the world is in panic
People rant on their hungry stomachs
Sadly some leaders have turned their backs
Indeed in crisis, a man's true color is unveiled
Mother Earth is healing as global warming decreased
Yet people still suffer from their prolonged disease
.
Soldiers, health workers and all frontliners bravely
Risk their lives to ensure our safety
Time in time, crisis proves how humanity
Prevails when we are willing to share
A little sacrifice and life can be spared
But to myself I looked guilty and ashamed
.
Killing time as boredom strikes
A worse disease in disguise
Time passed, a stolen life unrecovered
As deadly as virus underestimated
The community may be in lockdown
But not the free limbs that can pound
.
Meals I cook to my delight
For my hungry neighbors became my plight
Relief goods I pack, my new found craft
To serve my brother became my pact
Novels and movie marathon I shun
In Qur'an, I found Thy guidance
.
This virus that steals life abruptly
Awakens the world that sleeps soundly
Time is short, if one can reflect
Perform one's ibadah sincerely and repent
When trials come, nobody's exempted
Weak or strong in faith, we are all tested
.
If today I die, I am truly scared
Not to a virus but to my deeds I'm afraid
My sins I plead for forgiveness
His mercy I know is boundless
And I pray this pandemic be over
Only to Him do we trust and turn over
- Penned April 10, 2020
#CoronaVirus
The end of both western
And eastern civilization?
As the case maybe, since none
Truly pay heed or sacrifice to
Neither the gods nor titans.
Anyway, Armageddon is here!
The end, shifted 20 years
From the year 2000.
Has come finally
Killing a little less
Than its first cousins
AIDS, and Ebola
Yet,
The world has grown timid
Shaken with fear and uncertainty.
All playing victims, no heroes
And ignoring actual facts;
The varied adverse effects of bio weaponry,
CDC's role in the creation and spread
Of diseases,
World politicos et.al
Pharmaceuticals; will science solve this?
Lest, hope tarries at arm's reach
Dig shallow graves with
Altruistic precision
And fate, faith -
It might just pass,
But if it doesn't
Welcome to the end of the world
In a smirked face.
ghops
6/24/2020
COVID19
Oh my God
What do we have here
No more laughter
and nothing but tears
The temperture is rising
And people are dying
Leadership is lying
And the childern are crying
Make no mistake
No discrimination here
The death toll is rising
We are living in fear
COVID is it's name
And it doesn't have shame
It will take your life and mine too
If we don't keep the distance between me and you
Chours:
We must all come together
And pray for our Souls
Continue to care for one another
As this Story unfolds
Oh the pain and the sorrow
Not knowing what's ahead
Will there be a tomorrow
Or just many more dead
All the things we could do
Now everthing has it's limit's
And what we thought we could cure
Is now a full blown pandemic
God help us all
And now let us pray
We were told by our leaders
That this would all go away
Chours:
We must all come together
And pray for our Souls
Continue to care for one another
As this story unfolds
Written by: Sharri Walitalo
This enemy is a powerful one,
Conquering its victims
By the thousands,
Harvesting them,
As if, they were vulnerable preys
And it, a mythical predator!
It comes stealthily,
As stealthily as would a cheetah
And pounces on without any warning
Dismantling its victims
Down to their bones!
The chances of escaping are there,
But for that,
One would have to be robust,
Strong in health and full of stamina!
It conquers still, and has been conquering
Ever since it first birthed in total mystery
As if,
It were the seedling planted on Earth
By the forces of darkness
Wanting to see humanity cough itself
To its death!
It crosses borders without being detected
And jumps from one human to another
Without giving any hint at what its next
Steps would be!
It holds us all in breathless fear
Dreading the time
Our country would have to hail its fallen flag
And proclaim that the counting of victims
Has started
And seems to laugh and mock at our intelligence
As we struggle to find a way to annihilate it!
An enemy, microscopic,
Yet, leaving its footprint, as if
It were a huge Goliath!
Pray, the time is now,
If we act not this second,
We might not be given another opportunity to!
We are to hold each other's hands tightly
And face it
As bonded brothers and sisters sharing the same house,
Having sprouted from the same source
And having in us, the same blood and the same organs!
We are to show it
That united together, we become mightier than it
And that we shall reduce it back to nothingness!
The harmony singing in the life of Earth
Shall then prevail as its anthem
The fallen brothers and sisters shall remain as
The sacrificed
Meant to be remembered and honored
With all due respect
And the peace of our livelihood shall be seen
Once more,
In our stressful routine and our daily load of toils!
This enemy, even mighty in its tiniest state
Shall be conquered,
As the skies themselves whisper so!
All we have to do is to
Wrap our hearts with the faith
That such does will, for us,
Our Lord Himself!
Written on 13th March 2020
Some folks resist wearing a mask heedless of the possibility of zymosis!
I religiously wear a mask to conceal my very conspicuous proboscis!
Note~this is not autobiographical
I wear a mask, even at home.
My husband protests, that he must now sleep all alone.
I clean my kitchen for hours each day.
See, here I am washing the floors three times a day.
The bathroom~ many times more....
Don't forget handles on each and every door!
The counters may soon be invisible.
Those I clean by a number, uniquely divisible.
Gloves, I wear every single night and day.
See! My fingertips wrinkled on this morning in May.
My face, frightened blue,if a package doth arrive!
One never knows how many of those killers are on the
inside or outside.
All my mail must be sanitized too.
And the mailbox, why it's a coven of death for me or you!
With gloved lined hands, mask, then, I strongly hold by breath.
The mailman cometh, he might be my very death!
The person in blue, must be covered with 'them'!
Thus, I keep my distance, he's no longer my afternoon friend.
The pizza guy must leave the box on the porch.
After dinner, we burn it with a giant blow torch.
I have gotten used to living like this.
Social distancing, no dancing,no kisses absolutely no hugging.
Just me in my mask and gloves a mistress of debugging.
You see, it's the Killer Covi, I am mugging!
The rest of the day I direct to 'covi' news.
Love singing them CoVid 19 Blues, not wearing shoes!
May 18, 2020
3pm PST
Poem 1,276
Covid19
Deep sleep they were, I crept freely.
Walking around the streets, notice of me never scared me.
I planned my invasion, for I knew no preparation made to stop me
The sky allowed me, the earth helped me, the air rejected me
Why do you reject me oh air?
Screaming ….. am an hurry to complete; yes, to complete.
My mission to hit every soul on earth, yes all souls.
Time to invade the earth is short, the air turns back at me.
No one can stop me, your sins permitted me to come;
when it’s not appointed.
The eyes of souls feared me, the ear closed her vibrations,
No one scared me but I do;
Their feet hide all at home, yes, the mighty power of the earth hide.
Meetings they fixed with me , were cancelled ; they feared my suddenly arrival
Yes, I arrived without signs, I astonished the rich and the powerful souls.
Stay where you are you or else….., merciless as am, your escape is thin.
I give my vaccine for my easy passage,
Oh foolish souls, was it not said : the just shall live by faith?
Faith , stop ……… it, they deserved you no more,
Souls invaded my world with daily blood shells, sins of the earth roof my entire kingdom;
I have come to stay on earth, in the midst of souls as coronavirus,
Repentance and love is my cure.
souls never stop shooting me down from heavenly,
in the midst of my war on man, man sees repentance as difficult task.
If you refused to change your ways and repent of your evil, I shall wipe away the rich in your midst and the poor shall I saved.
Yes, the rich , are the problem of the earth not me – COVID 19.
omojevwe Emmanuel Brown Aifred.
Apocalypse Beans
Sometimes it seems
your chest is about to cave in.
You try to catch a breath but
your heart flutters like a dry leaf;
Just more suburban undulations;
Dressed down for a slow blues song.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle on the fire.
Life has such trying interludes,
when it seems you can’t go further.
You are so tired and scared,
you can hardly urinate at dawn.
Your mind begins to see
air movies of the dead ascending;
Crawling out of cracked tombs
dressed sedately for the soirée.
A million funerals go by with
skeleton girls sucking on pixy stix.
Madness angels in garters pass over
sleeping streets searching for blood trees.
Stallion-dressed men-dogs chase down
old octogenarians for bones and wisdom teeth.
Fear worms from hell come slinking,
Oozing out of a million eye sockets,
Sucking blood and brains sifting
through transparent wires attached
to rubber-hosed machines in musty rooms.
A million funerals moan inside the old graveyard
adjacent the First Methodist confines.
Gum-chewing embalmers gather
to sing a torch song to the driveling and the dying.
Sometimes it seems
I can hear the female choirs singing,
their high-pitched Latin refrains again.
They stand erect in the choir loft fingering missals.
The young girls up there,
wear choir togs and slithering plaid beanies.
They read the notes and eye the glowing boys below.
Jesus and the stained glass ghosts look up from earth.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle on the fire.
Their cackle reamed with burning forget-me-nots.
You swept the world out of its feet
Made it tumblin, chillin, crumblin
All of its parts seem to echo with crying
For you to stop, they all kept pleading
But with your sudden grand entrance
For an invisible enemy that you are
Noone's sure when this is gonna stop
Only to God Almighty's plan we trust.
You have been the toughest foe
With the countless lives you stole
The calamity-striken globe
Is down on its knees for hope.
Hope, kindled by the ones on the frontlines
Forgetting themselves for the sake of others
The unspoken heroism of our fellows
Flooding the world with care amidst the chaos.
So to you, COVID19 pandemic
You are yet the greatest test
But the world will never surrender
We are strong enough to win this battle.