Best Quarantining Poems
(sung to the tune of Oh, Tannenbaum)
Oh, Amazon, oh Amazon
You give my life such meaning
For letting me buy all my gifts
While safely quarantining.
At birthday time or Chanukah
(Which makes it more ironica)
Oh, Amazon, oh Amazon
My purchasing’s a pleasure.
When what I need is in a store
Which I refuse to enter,
One click and you can show me more
Up close and front and center.
The things I buy get sent on time;
No shipping costs when I use Prime
Oh, Amazon, oh Amazon
You really are a treasure.
Categories:
quarantining, appreciation, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
An allotted announcement;
Ben’s brother balances
Carefully, carrying containers
Designated “Dogma Delivery.”
Eventually, everyone
Finds frog-gy feelings for
Generously generated
Hair-raising hijinks.
Incoherent ideas incur.
Jeremiah jumps, jolting,
Kicking kleptomaniacs,
Lashing lawlessness.
Money monkeys make
Notorious nincompoops.
Obscure obligations often
Poisons pathetic passion!
Quarantining qualified
Representatives,
Shrivels support,
Transforming truth-
Unilaterally, unfairly
Vexing vicariously.
While we want
Xanadu,
Yokels yield
Zion’s zenith
Categories:
quarantining, confusion, life, political
Form:
ABC
When I groan in my sin-inflicted pain
Languishing in misery brought by disobedience-stain
Sorrowing midst fleshly triumph so void and vain…
God offers to me His grace I’m unworthy to gain
...putting my life into His peace-quarantining domain!
When I cry for divine aid and support
Excruciating from my downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to my worldliness and its guilt-haunting escort …
God pours His mercy for my ultimate resort
...leading my faith toward His peace-upholding fort!
When I need urgent care
Beseeching for an assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare…
God presents His promises which His words declare
...exposing my soul to His peace-enlightening stare!
When I sigh anxiously
Murmuring against unfairness bitterly
Questioning my situation regretfully…
God subdues my doubts by His concern lovingly
...lifting my heart by His peace-driving might earnestly!
When I struggle against frustration
Succumbing to iniquities’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation…
God reaches out to me with His restoration
...bringing my efforts to His peace-working sanctification!
When I complain in difficulty
Mourning over my unexpected calamity
Grieving because of pride-bruised infirmity…
God corrects me to submit to Him with humility
...breaking my will against His peace-strengthening authority!
When I immerse in failure’s business
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with illness of fruitlessness…
God awakens me thru His compassion’s gentleness
...pushing my service to His peace-empowering bountifulness!
*Psalm 29:11 The LORD will give strength unto his people; the LORD will bless his people with peace.
March 29, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND CHOICE V..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/31/2020.
Categories:
quarantining, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Dear July Fourth,
When I was a kid, I thought so much of you,
And every year I looked forward to your arrival.
To be honest, at the time, the thought of you had
Very little to do with history and what you represented.
For me and other Americans, it had mostly to do with
Fireworks and barbecues. That was then, and this is now.
Presently, every year at this time, I think and write about you
And what happened on your day 244 years ago. Every year is different,
And July, as you very well know, 2020 has presented the USA and the world Some very challenging issues that have placed us in a bit of a quagmire. At a Time when we would be better served by transparency and openness, we find Ourselves thriving and struggling in the areas of health and justice. We find Ourselves forced into a position requiring Social Distancing and Facial Masking For our very survival. As we seek to gradually come out of quarantining in a Worldwide combat with a virus, we are confronted with the age old question Of, "Shall there be justice for all?" Please understand my friend, I am not Complaining but simply sharing my heart with you. I have every reason to Believe that, God helping us, we shall overcome and this too will pass.
We are still in concert with Patrick Henry's final resolve of, "Give me
Liberty or give me death.". I ponder the question of, "Can we long endure as a Nation and as a species without a resolution of the Justice and Liberty Question?"
Well, my friend July 4th, there are many more things that I could say, and a
Multitude of questions that I could ask, but time and space always have their
Limitations. Anyway, it is my prayer that we may forever be the people of the Book and the home of the free. Thanks for listening, and I'm wishing you a
Happy holiday.
Your friend, An American
062120PS
Categories:
quarantining, america, appreciation, july,
Form:
Personification
Controlling the source of infection
By Disinfecting the place infected
Quarantining every infected person
Cutting off the pathway of transmission
By keeping meter distance from a person
Staying at one's home
Maintaining appropriate hygiene
--Washing hands using soap water, warm!
--Washing wore clothes by adding disinfectant
Protecting vulnerable persons
--Wearing gauze mask
If must move outside for some reasons
Categories:
quarantining, 1st grade, proposal, remember,
Form:
Upon a midnight arithmetic
While counting my letters from my attic
That moment my soul grew matrix operation
I felt compelled to sniff the calculations.
~
The quantum mechanics laughed
one plus one
And the particle physics never accounting
The multiplex econometric estimating
My applied mathematics, I could not awaken
The computational curriculum ciphering breathtaking
~
once and again
All my soul within me deciphering
The scalar supercilious surveying
I remember I was ciphering
'It's that computing,' I muttered denying
~
one plus one
And its eyes have all the coding
It was downloading
And the physics never ciphering
while rifling miss referring
one minus one
For as I have sworn by my numeric picnic
While I pondered, mathematical and phonetics
I remember I was counting
I awoke and flung the molecular biologic.
Much I marvelled the Dirichlet grammar
It was taxpaying
And its eyes have all the surveying
That joint probability, joint probability quarantining.
I remember I was computing
I awoke and flung the solutions
I heard mathematics, simple physicking
~Mathematics one plus one
6/31/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
quarantining, analogy, appreciation, math,
Form:
Rhyme
Trustworthy, loyal and honest
for friendship do anymore conditions apply
You smile when they call or visit
to see a friendly face, hear a familiar voice
An ear that hears you out
A word that keeps you in
A hand that helps, a hand of friendship
Memories through life you share
just lying around on the hood of your car
Watching the stars and filling the night with small talk
small talk that reassures that everything is okay
But in todays bitter political climate
A Red must only befriend other Reds
A Blue must only befriend other Blues
Whites are just confused
Old friendships ending
Family ties broken
Not even time can bridge
This emotional rage boiling over into hate
I thought I used to have friends of many persuasions
Kidding around about our differences and beliefs
Friendship overcame passions with respect
To disagree was not fatal
Today is different, Yesterday was blissful
Tomorrow heal our weary souls
With Coronavirus shutting down the world
Social distancing keeping us apart
Self quarantining sheltering us in place
Can we somehow become closer
Soon the world will reopen
Life will be full of togetherness
Do we realize a point of view is no reason to hate
Friendship is a foundation of love built up with respect
Can we forgive and forget and have
Have friendships that overlap political views once again
Or do we all get a dog to be our best friend
Categories:
quarantining, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Lie to men, but not to God,
I'm sorry for those I'll hurt,
For this is what I must write,
I'm not writing because I'm holier than thou,
Neither am I better than thou.
I know I'm better than nothing.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You call yourself Christians,
Ready to go to heaven,
Just because you go to church,
Every Sunday ushering in church members,
In every mass you are the altar boy.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You crucify others,
That they do not go to church,
They are always in the pubs,
Drinking and taking the roles.
You crucify them,
Isolating yourselves, at times quarantining,
Didn't Jesus associate with them?
Lie to men but not to God,
In the village and the streets,
Fornication and adultery,
The clergy eating from their flock.
Is sin better than sin,
Every church going day you go,
Well and good I appreciate,
But can you recall the last sermon?
In your phone using the church WIFI,
WhatsApping and facebooking,
From Twitter to Instagram,
From Ticktock to the pornhub
I tell you again,
Lie to men but not to God.
I have no apology for this,
Love me or hate me,
You say you are a church girl.
From Monday to Saturday,
In your bootyshort and bikinis,
Yes we appreciate the fashion,
On a Sunday a dera to church,
Your body is the temple of God, remember
Lue to men but not to God.
Your neighbor dying of hunger,
Your store full of foodstuffs,
At times going bad,
An ardent Christian you claim,
Quoting verses and even chapters
Where do you practice your words?
It's preaching water but taking wine.
Lie to men but no to God.
I see no heaven, I see no paradise,
All have sinned and fallen short of glory,
Forgive us God remember we're your children.
Forgive me more, for I have done my part,
From the talent you gave me I speak to the masses,
Even the deaf I speak to them,
Even to the stones I'll speak.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
Categories:
quarantining, religion, religious,
Form:
Free verse
We’re busy all day long with studying and chapter summaries,
we’re stuck in quarantine. Luckily, I like my roommate's company.
We know that we have work to do as prep for upcoming classes,
but we know that it takes more than work to make young lasses happy.
So I talked my roomies into getting, a steak-n-cheese delivery,
instead of working fact-sheets, for our next term chemistry.
Dueling playlists cave-rave from the echos in our suites,
we’re having all the fun we can on opening quarantine week.
Some guys try for invites, like we’re throwing a private wingding,
but those texts go unanswered ‘cause we’re genuinely quarantining.
With the COVID blues proscribed - get that frown right off your face miss,
our studies are on schedule - and it’s time for some serious play !
#university #covid #quarantine #teen
Categories:
quarantining, blue, funny, humor, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Watched Rachel Maddow with her studio show.
great studio show
her home we will get to know
on us she does grow
She seems to have been in
contact with someone who
had COVID so she will be
quarantining herself by
staying home and doing
her show there. Sad that
she will be gone for a few
months. They are making
a movie about her book
about LBJ and need her
as a consultant.
Categories:
quarantining, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Although I am doing my best to wrap my brains around all of this, there's just no way to dismiss some meaningful things I dearly miss. Quarantining for the purpose of containment of a deadly virus is something we have to live with for the survival of all of us.
This morning about a half-past six, I became fixated on a venue that had to be curtailed because of the CoronavirusCOVID 19. The venue was very meaningful to the group, and as I thought upon the beauty of the Tuesday mornings we shared, I began to write. It's easy to think about what was, when it's hard to do something new. For nearly two years I have met with a few other men for breakfast. By the way, to all concerned, methinks this is a good time to make it clear that it isn't true that we only talk about cars, sports, and weather forecasts.
Anyway, initially, I thought that I could never appreciate and be an integral part of something that did not have prayer or Bible as the centerpiece of its focus. But as I meditated on the matter, I dared myself to do something different and began to like the entire idea. It was basically a 'Get-together about nothing'. I recalled that one of my best TV shows was 'a show about nothing'.
The beauty of nothingness can be seen in an atmosphere where there is no agenda. The platform is open, the plan is tossed, and the props are removed and demolished. The purpose is certain and always Christian based, but the process is a mystery. It's an 'outside the box' experience where things could go over the top, but there is no yearning to get to the bottom of things. It's a time of 'just let it happen, or not'. It's a potluck of fellowship and familiarity where nothing of certainty is brought to the table, but where a heart full of substance is always taken from the table. It's a gathering where life is fluid and flows like a peaceful river. It's a river that's very aware that its greatest asset is its tributaries. The beauty of nothingness is not a preplanned analysis of skin-deep or beneath the surface modeling; but rather, it is an ocean of discovery. On this early Tuesday morning, I'm quarantined and ok, but I'm missing something.
033120PoSp
Categories:
quarantining, beauty, meaningful,
Form:
Narrative
Once again we’re wedged in a wrinkle
of time in our lives; a wrinkle that can’t
be so easily ironed out and pressed away.
Yet the ironing board of solutions remain up
and challenging steam continues to gush out;
however, conflicting political sizing complicates
the strained ironing out process…stalling progress.
Those of us familiar with social distance look on
in curious awe at the pandemonium of the social elite
sanitizing and quarantining themselves from each other.
Meanwhile, let us not be remiss nor dismayed by the
present dilemma; let us give it inherent attention; for
before modernity, our ancestors—the help—the hidden
numbers—laid out and taught us ingenious methods
of smoothing out nagging wrinkles inhibiting our progress.
Thus, let us not forget to remember those under the mattress
techniques designed to keep us healthy and strong in our journey
along the wrinkling road towards all-inclusiveness in this nation’s
pursuit of happiness through social, economical and political equality.
©millardlowe, 2020
Categories:
quarantining, allegory, analogy, endurance, extended
Form:
Prose Poetry
Beaches are open and golf courses, too.
Neighbors are meeting for barbecue.
Barbers are snipping like they used to do
But I’m quarantining at home.
Nanas and grandpas are visiting kin.
Sports venues say they’re prepared to begin.
Sunbathers slather their pale indoor skin
While within my apartment I roam.
Restaurants keep tables a distance apart.
Museums let patrons with masks look at art.
So many are ready for life to restart
As I sit here, inside, with my poem.
Categories:
quarantining, america, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
He passes through the room like a bubble in champagne, unattached, teflon coated, and somehow freer than the rest of us. “Jordies here,” Leong says in an excited whisper.
“Yeah,” I sigh, adjusting my mask, “saw him.” She smiles like a cat behind hers. Leong knows I’m crushing on Jordie and she finds it delicious information which she waves at me like a flag whenever he’s around.
We’re processing in, distancing and passing table to table. Leong can be with me because, as roommates, we’ll be quarantining together. Lisa joins us, she’s back from the restroom. “Jordies here,” she says, bouncing up on her toes to better scan the room.
I don’t look at him but he fills my horizon like a thunderhead. He’s all I can see, even when I’m not looking at him. We reach the end of a row of tables and bam, there he is, six feet away. He says hi, I say hi - I’m very professional as we exchange looping, harmless, euphemisms for settling in for spring semester - then he’s called to the next station.
“If only we weren’t so busy,” I say, holding this fiction in front of me like a shield. “Yeah,” Leong and Lisa say, practically together, and smiling like thieves.
Categories:
quarantining, crush, friend, friendship, school,
Form:
Free verse
Reading, eating, watching, writing –
Such is life, not too exciting.
Cleaning, texting, sewing, walking,
FaceTime phone calls or just talking.
Hearing, seeing, tasting, smelling –
Nothing lately’s so compelling.
Solving crosswords and debating
How much longer we’ll be waiting.
Writing, watching, eating, reading –
All the basics that I’m needing.
Walking, sewing, texting, cleaning –
Man, I’m sick of quarantining!
Categories:
quarantining, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme