Best Outbreak Poems
cartoon character's
favorite veggie is off
the market. oh drat!
-- This is for all of us who like spinach and can't eat it until the E. Coli
outbreak has been fixed.
EBOLA
why should i care?
it comes out of nowhere
i am here, they are there,
suffering, kids, women, people, like me
but they are from a primitive society
where people know their neighbors,
and it takes a village to raise a kid, whats up with that?
but EBOLA is evil, it ruins villages, people die, horriblyly
forget that. ive decided to help stop it. OK, thats it, IM in.
where can i get one of those funny suits? they dont seem to help though
i can wear my circle of prayer, that should do it. no cathloics die in droves.
hummn, i can raise awareness here and raise money! Money always does the trick!
i can join Gods without bordors, or jobs without bordors, something without bordors
why does society have bordors anyway? arent we all gods little toys, his Precious!
i dont feel precious, i feel like EBOLa is going to spread and it will be world war E!
this could be it! the second coming of,, EBOLA! the shrikea, the all consuming virus.
It eats you alive, then those who love you and clean up your guts, get it. nice world.
what sort of devine monster invented this thing? Well, science stood up to this ogre.
we have the cure, just not the time to make it. africa may be a gonner. but not us, we are safe..
its time to activate my prayer capsule
A frustration that can cannot be abated,
Knives flashing in the blindingly brilliant Sunshine.
Blood drops spattered across the delicate petals
of white roses clutched in a child's small fist.
horror lances through her body it reacts before her mind does,
all the years of self control suddenly break away,
a woman sits only in a peaceful garden,
not at peace, but thoughts whirling like a deep
malovolent tornado,
as she thinks about the lonely years,
of that little girl that lurks beneath the
surface wanting ,needing, and waiting for
a god to be able to reunite her with now,
her mother, sister, and older loving overprotective brother.
THE OUTLANDISH OUTBREAK {COVID-19}
The world seems to be fading
To black, ever since Corona's arrival;
Could it be the end of time
Or this is just another La Llorona's rival?
There is no sun outside today,
Could life be mourning
For 'tis coming to a halt
As the night does before the morning?
The formidable takes over the world,
And the infected hoping to get cured
Devours bullets—bullets for pills
And even combatants have run out of skills.
No vaccines? Stick with the prevention
And we might need a divine intervention
Before COVID-19 ruins us all
As we waste our days with wake-up calls.
Pledges to air filters, gloves and face masks
Cleanliness, the king to handle these tasks;
Touch not your face
Or you fall from grace,
Handshakes be forbidden like we have what it takes
To battle this disease
With our lives at stake.
Why should the world end this way?
With venom among the senile and youths,
With scarcity and fear,
And unfairness everywhere.
And if we'll all end up dead,
Remember what the sages said,
Life is not our creation
And everything happens according to fate.
@POET_AY
March15th.
©2020.
So many lives lost, so many hearts shattered
Across the Deep South, twisters shook all that mattered
All over our nation, heads are bowed to mourn
A show of support for the weather’s war torn
The storms that have ravaged have changed us forever
The toll on our lives will not leave us ever
But from these dark hours and moments of pain
The strength of the South will shine through the rain
Tornadoes can rage, but can’t tarnish the heart
Their winds cannot tear the South’s spirit apart
For centuries’ past, our lives have trudged ahead
Through memories, we grow; yet, remember our dead
The South is resilient; her people are strong
From this time of hardship, our lives will go on
For hope is a compass that leads us to light
And faith is our sword by which futures are bright
The South’s twister outbreak left many lives broken
The toll of the damage and anguish unspoken
Our thoughts and our prayers openly extend
To the heart of the Southland, now turned on its end
Our thoughts are to show that we are standing by
Our prayers are the shoulders on which you may cry
Our tears cleanse the world through empathy we feel
May our show of support be your solace to heal
©2011- Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
COVID-19 a contagious disease
inherited from SARS-COV-2 borne
a new killer disease, called coronavirus.
Weak immune system, a havoc to your
frail body, exposure can kill anybody.
Quarantine, I’m afraid they’ll force, if I didn’t
cancel my flight to Japan, to meet my
Gogyoshi Master Taro Aizu san this coming
March 10, hoping,won’t offend, to cancel by
choice due to pleading voice and pandemic panic.
Cancelling flights a toil, for some airlines, who
don’t care, the money you paid, will fade.Not a
penny reimburse, for traveling expenses was not
properly address. Spending 19 hundred dollars,
a dread and hard to tread, to recover the bread.
TO THE TUNE OF IT WAS ON A MONDAY MORNING WHEN THE GAS MAN CAME TO CALL
It was on a Monday morning I went to the shopping mall
Folk filled huge trolleys sky high, to ensure they got their haul!
It was on a Tuesday morning I went to the shopping mall
All the food shelves were empty, it had been a free for all!
It was on a Wednesday morning I went to the shopping mall
People fighting over toilet rolls, I saw them have a brawl!
It was on a Thursday morning I went to the shopping mall
People grabbed 6 packs of pasta, I was gobsmacked at their gall!
It was on a Friday morning I went to the shopping mall
They had no stocks of loo paper, I’m climbing up the wall!
It was on a Saturday morning I went to the shopping mall
A security guard was at the door, he looked Neanderthal!
It was on a Sunday morning I didn’t bother with the mall
Shops out of stock, the mall is shut - I’m off on a pub crawl!
Mainly fiction and despite the fact we do not have the virus on our Island at the moment, people are stock piling we have no pasta, loo rolls or tinned food in some of our shops at the moment. from midnight yesterday anyone arriving has to self isolate for 14 days, some planes will not land as crew would need to be quarantined!
3/18/20
I’m twisted
into submission;
admission
to true world
of imaginary breeze
and coconut salt.
I’m a seed,
slipping into sand,
letting go.
The wild sea’s
crest and trough didn’t swallow me,
silence me - my thoughts.
Roots, a muse -
rest and recreate;
drudge baggage
ditched at shore.
The dunes spoil me with their grit
and pink hydrangeas.
Sunglasses
recover my eyes;
sunburn writhes
on my skull.
Hair in free fall, snarled and damp,
like anemones.
An assault
of coconut breeze
in true world;
admission
into twisted submission
of relaxing waves.
The sunspots
of Summer outbreak.
I bring pail
and shovel.
I shore up castle, today,
midst whirlpool of moat.
The true world
tries to interfere,
as I splash
cruel eyes.
My hands and feet completely
disappear…left - write!
society stressed with sadness
their threatened and terrified
outraged and trying to be optimistic
repulsed and resentful with
mortal movement
overpowered
uncertain
torn
bitter
rattled
exhausted
afraid
knockout 2020
5/12/2020
Warsaw 1940 certain inhabitants designated
A health risk were ordered to strip naked
Had to shower to become clean this ploy
Caused public humiliation, and showed
Dominence there was also mass quarrantine
Also to your own house that was
Useless in its 'so called mission'
And in fact caused a rise in infection
As the immune systems of people
Lowered due to length of confinement
this was a take on the tried and
Tested method (the public heakth emergancy)
Pioneered earlier that decade in Germany
In declaring a public health emergency i think
In 1933?, this enabled opening the way for martial law
Which was the springboard hitler craved to get
Complete control of the German populace
Any person of Germanic nationality over the age
Of forty years in age, should be able to validate
These events as also george psoriasus and
klaus the louse would be emminently qualified
To so do.' At this moment in the UK a rise in
Typhoid cases is being flagged up by the health
Department..
We stand on ice that feels much too thin,
six feet suddenly feeling like miles.
Our footing is loose on this shaky ground,
and the cracks can be heard all around.
I see the fearmongering, the conspiracies,
the boredom and the sadness of separation,
the blame and the vitriolic remarks -
yet amidst it all, I also see sparks.
They reside in the eyes of the kind, the saints,
they light the fires in our heroes' hearts.
They shocked the minds that took this crazy race to space,
and they'll carry us out of this frightening place.
They kindle the muse in the artists,
keeping everyone as sane as can be.
They ignited that burning midnight oil
that fuels the healer's noble toil.
There they are, surrounding so many hands,
touching but for the pane of glass;
there again, glinting on that man's flag as stars,
shining for those in the passing cars.
On our media they jump from post to post,
from puzzles to videos, to jokes and "I spys",
from pictures to chatting, and all in between -
living in smiles passed through a screen.
Yawning before us is this chasmic abyss,
but we have what it takes not to fall.
Hope is in those sparks, our humanity, our drive -
let them burn, let them spread, and we will survive.
J-eopardy's
O-utbreak
A-pplies
N-asty
G-rime
U-sing
L-ethal
L-ink's
E-pidemic
Topic: Birthday of Joan S. Gulle (April 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Midway twenty twenty,
we are keeping a fair distance,
We somehow went back to nineteen eighteen
on paper-boat with supersonic speed,
A virus showed again up
From Northern hemisphere
and went viral, an outbreak, now a pandemic!
We stay at home to beat it.
We have been holed-up in our closets,
It's been like three weeks, then an extra two,
We are far from each other
Awaiting good news, the breaking
of the curse on the world,
a world witnessing culling!
Four months gone,
We are still keeping our eyes open,
Covering our mouths and noses;
When you cover your mouth
you can't eat for real.
Now we are on lockdown,
No food, no money to buy food
and no where to buy food,
We are all hungry and starving,
No one is taking note.
We heard in the news,
Monies meant for the masses got burnt!
The Federal Government is keeping mute,
The Minister of Finance burnt down her office
in a bid to roast Easter chicken
for her immediate family, what a shame!
We are staying in the picture,
a miniature one this time
Yet, we are keeping a fair distance,
The Federal Government is a secret society!
We are missing in the big league
We are missing in action,
We are keeping our distance,
We can't touch each other anymore,
We can't hug, we can't kiss,
Markets are closed, the roads blocked,
churches and mosques lie desolate!
This is an evolutionary war,
We stay at home or be the carrier
transporting the enemy bullets
infecting and killing our loved ones,
Spreading death even to ourselves!
COVID
raging
through town
M-ysterious
I-nfection
R-abidly
A-pplies
S-erious
O-utbreak
L-etting
G-rime
A-dvance
L-ethal
V-irus'
E-pidemic
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Mirasol Galvez (May 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic