Best Social Distancing Poems
No I'm not kidding , believe what I say.
Step behind the orange line and behind it you stay.
Yes, I'll scan your items from six feet away
but stay behind the orange line until its time to pay.
It's not rocket science, there's a pandemic, its real.
You may not believe it , but respect how we feel.
Stay six feet back and yes its a big deal.
We say it continuously , our mantra , our spiel.
Some of you get it and some are just dense.
Some get indignant and really take offense.
But the lines and the barriers to us just make sense.
When you get too close can't you see that we're tense.
Those lines were put there for a reason you see
and it might stay this way for one season or three.
So listen , dear customer, listen to me.
Get behind the orange line or no sale will there be.
26/04/2020
The earth seems flat and Godot decided to arrive on the scene
Like a boil stuck on a pancake dressed as a trans gender carnival queen
He carries a prophecy written on a tag hung from his shoulder
Suggests Sisyphus had it easy on slippery slopes with his boulder
A Mocking Bird rears its ugly head on ominous spread sheets of doom
One Hundred Years Of Solitude and Paradise Lost for a safe tomb
No divine comedy but rather Robinson Crusoe's forsaken enclave
Bell Jar meets Darkness at Noon in a world neither new nor brave
Is the cute fluffy bear safe or lost on tracks near Paddington Station
Has Peter Rabbit met Alice while loo roles are the prize for the nation
Will the Famous Five dwelling in a cave of adventure survive the storm
Can Pippi darn enough stockings when isolation becomes the latest norm
A decision for the Little Prince is to whether to leave the planet in time
Would Momo kiss Benno the street sweeper or is it declared a felony crime
Tom Sawyer has to heed aunt Polly's advice and avoid Huckleberry Finn
Who puts genie back into the bottle when Aladdin's lamp shines rather dim
Surely there are more important questions to pose during epic disaster
Why do the marginalized suffer more badly than those who master
Has Donald Trump enough money to put more bricks in the partition
Can we blame Russians or Muslims or some other satanic mission
God forbid if the Monarch of Britain was to bite the dust in the crisis
Would it be a vile conspiracy theory to accuse Jihad Al Qaeda or ISIS
But the worst had to be watching a funeral cortege on computer screens
Or that socialists villains take over the country which is not what it seems
10th April 2020
There sneaked a micro organism into the lives of human kind from elsewhere,
Who made it intruded is still a mystery, yet it’s fate of the world
That life on earth is engulfed with thorns and bruises?
They say: It’s from bats, some say: it’s a shoot of ‘Bio-war’,
No doubt it’s a sinister game and human lives are the ball, hit and shot,
Thousands of goals have been dropped and there was no cry of joy,
But ‘cross the world there hath been flow of tears and fears.
The human lives, tainted with creepy killer organism, seek shields of defense,
And there around the Round Table Conference clicked a thought of ‘Social distancing’.
Provinces and states raised the alarm of crisis to avert throngs and mobs,
It hath been a portent for the imminent disaster on the face of earth,
A ‘day of shut’ hath been imposed on the lives as precaution –
No politics, no religion, no caste, no race and ego shall be the law,
For the blood is the same red with tissues and organs for all.
The day began with the legal menace ‘cross the country,
And the wheels and bags were restricted screech and rustle,
The rich and the poor entered their ‘house bags’,
And there seen empty roads and streets except faint travelers.
Round the clock people’s saviours were seen sweeping and spraying sterile medicine,
Life-saving doctors and nurses were seen in spring-up action,
And those infected folks were brought under the treatment of the life-savers.
Behind the legitimate bars of seclusion from the pandemic infection,
There was seen a life of silence for a noble cause,
It was not a total inactivity, but a self introspection of social distancing -
A pledge to chase the epidemic killer virus away from human kind!
Media of service ran thro’ hazards and perils brought into rooms the day’s tasks.
It was a joint fight against COVID -19 beyond human restrictions,
And each of us shall be a victor ‘gainst the epidemic violence.
Will the COVID-19 headlines
be this year’s only claim to fame?
I can feel no satisfaction
in our having to play this dangerous game.
A pandemic that spreads like wildfire,
never sparing any of the nations.
The hospitals, doctors and nurses
having to face such sad situations.
So many schools, stores and businesses,
by government mandate forced to close.
When they will be allowed to reopen
only the Father in heaven knows.
So many of our entertainment venues
having also been forced to shut down.
Passing dark buildings and empty parking lots
feels like driving through a ghost town.
I know we’re all in this together…
And yet, we’re all sitting at home alone,
having to learn the meaning of social distancing.
Are we now living in the twilight zone?
It’s a time of constantly washing hands
and wearing a mask to protect the face.
This world we have always called our home
has suddenly become a frightening place.
But we mustn’t let ourselves lose hope.
We will have to find new ways to cope.
Our people have the resilience to rise above.
We will have to fight for the life we love.
We can ask God for His help and guidance…
to emerge from this darkness back into sun.
So that we can one day take this demon down.
And we will finally say we have won.
I feel almost cut off from the rest of the world,
Trapped,
In my city, in my home, in my mind.
I can feel the time slipping away along with my sanity as I cling to a semblance of normality.
Only 3 days in with 33 to go, and even that seems quite unlikely.
I try to talk to my friends, meaning lost behind faceless words and also lost,
The countless treasures you never even knew you had
Until you didn’t have them.
The benefits are a great many and the cost is high,
Too high.
Time spent with my family is probably the most normal thing I have,
But the time spent on the computer,
even now,
feels as if it is ripping away all that I had grown accustomed to.
The monotony of life, the unpredictability as well,
Gone
A distant memory,
Of life without
Isolation
Coronavirus
our air is fouled
so full of these deaths, and
cries of help and agony
all across the globe
there’s loud gray’s elegy, of
sun turning inducing death gray, leaving
more weeping, all weeping, for
the land is coronavirused!
and the day soured
with fleeting fire of disease, spreading
fear across the globe, many trembled
shivered and died, and our humour no more!
oh what a deadly gift
of this century
so sour and bitter, as
mankind dies by seconds
all glares
black, brown or white, as
death blooms on and on to the rooftop
and our fears sweep across the globe
this sun shines out death
and no respected of status, poor-rich alike
an unsmiling season of death we are
is it to blot out order and extinguish lights?
a state of war
mankind is in
war with an unkind disease
invading our space
but then
the hope, our hope
to stay at home
and to socially distance
our mankind
old rules to go
for us to survive this killing disease
and for nature to methodized
and social distancing to live
any hope
for mankind to survive
lots of hope, there is
earth heal thyself, we pray.
24/03/20
Six feet distancing
Staying home meditating
Whispers in silence
C arrier covered chronic cancer called **************
O ver wide oral and contact dread spreading across the globe,
R ammed earth from Wuhan made a weakling of all pride
O bscurity greeted science and researchers scampers for safety
N o to movements, except essential, ALL confined to compartment & solitude,
A poplexy, keeps men off the the routines as economy of nation tumbles
V irus made quick casualties as atheist and skeptics rethink their theory.
I ntensive care units now Emergency situations & humans feared one another
R azzle dazzle attraction & religious assemblages save one, retires.
U niversal measures dictated and defined by Mask, hygiene and separation.
“S ocial distancing” the strangest word never heard of in the the etymology of words.
The morning was breaking and sheep were awaking,
which was much as the sheep all expected to do
But this morning's arising was far more surprising –
a mask fairy had brought them all something new
And the fairy remained and to them explained,
"The times now ahead will be tricky and fraught,"
The sheep were all puzzled, bemasked and bemuzzled,
but guessed no-one else cared a whit what they thought
At the fairy's insistence,"You must keep your distance,
the folds are unfolding so sheep have more space.
Sheep breathing is shedding a virus that's spreading
and that's why you're wearing that mask on your face.
“Your communal eating, your breathing and bleating,
endangers the rest of the sheep in the flock
The virus arising is uncompromising,
so all sheep are trapped 'twixt a hard place and rock.
“The spread we are blocking through good social flocking,
do not be alarmed for the rules are quite clear:
We must thwart or confuddle a sheep's urge to huddle,
you can flock all you want to, but don't flock too near!
“There is no strict mandation for sheep isolation,
but two metres distance, at least, you must keep,
If you find this troubling, then you can try bubbling,
but you can but bubble with one other sheep.
“Though if you are eating, not breathing nor bleating,
devoting yourself to the one grazing task,
You can distance one metre from each other eater,
but if you stop eating you must wear your mask.
“It is most consequential, the mask is essential,
to live through this crisis, YOU MUST NOT FORGET!"
They did not forget them, but thoughtfully ate them,
and that is as far as sheep wisdom will get.
Does wearing a mask make you ill?
Are you a social distancing hater?
Then imagine how you'd feel
Being put on a ventilator
6/23/2020
"An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." ~Benjamin Franklin
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I speed-dial her again: “Flatten the curve,
O muse - I’m dry from social distancing.”
“Abundance of caution”, she says. The nerve!
I press redial. “Please, help me write! Dance! Sing!”
Alas, my muse is self-isolating.
Here we all are
In this modern day apocalypse.
Social distancing, stay at home....
Virtual friends, virtual workouts,
Virtual jobs, virtual schools.
What would we do without the internet?
Borders are closed, travel bans in effect.
Concerts are cancelled, sports events too.
Bars are closed, large gatherings taboo.
And restaurant seating doesn’t exist.
Food can be ordered for delivery only.
What will we do, where will we go?
Salons and day spas are all closed!
No nails, no lashes, no haircuts or colours.
What will the pampered woman do?
Au naturel for all of us....
Oh my, what a dilemma!
Different women when we come out of hiding!
So I escaped to my cottage by the sea.
Filled 14 bags with yard debris!
Raked up fallen branches and dried up leaves.
Great to be outside with rolled up sleeves!
Hiked the ocean trails with my furry friend.
Excited to see what’s around the next bend.
Will lose my fake lashes and grow out my hair,
Will fit right in with the residents here and there!
Social distancing?
Can see my neighbours beyond the trees.
Entertainment?
Right in my own back yard....
Seals at sea, deer upon the hillside, eagles in the sky.
Nothing but paradise, away from it all!
But what I miss most is physical touch!
I can briefly forget this world crisis we’re in,
Overlooking the harbor with it’s tranquility,
Sailboats peacefully gliding by.
But physical touch is what I need,
Not elbow to elbow or heel to heel!
Rather an affectionate bear hug,
Strong arms wrapped around me,
Warm cheek to warm cheek!
Let’s hope and pray it’s over soon....
making whoopie while social distancing
a most magical and wondrous feat
but you must have a long tool
or become the town fool
as you plead with and stretch out your weenie
REQUIEM FOR A DREAM
A time will come when pace will stop and numb we will become
When home will be your cage and survival the only privilege
When touch will kill and people turn into venom
That my friend is a satan dream I once used to think
But now as they say that truth is stranger than fiction
Corona has surpassed truly all imagination
Had u ever in your wildest thought,
that this will be where the world will be brought
Down to its knees even fearing to sneeze
A mild fever catastrophes to drive in top gear
Maintaining social distance is the motto now
A cliche a taboo in time forgone is the new wow
All tech gadgets and gizmos we used to exalt
Now a flu virus brings our science to an abrupt halt
An age old adage we used to hear
Let nature take its course but now that's a lot to fear.
When the air is serene and the water pious
We can't step out, frantically my heart cries
A child unplayed, a song unsung
Mind restless and bodies hung
When life is scarce and death aplenty
Devil laughs unabashed in twenty-twenty.
An eternal optimist the human mind
Thinking that nature will be forever kind
Unscathed untouched was his soul
Now just Left with brazen hole
I still think what Tagore today will have to say
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
It seems now a distant cry
I want to play I want to dream
Go out and splurge on vanilla ice cream
These all will become folklore
Our greed has made everything so sour
But again we will rise and rise like the Sun
with profound brightness and all these viruses will burn
Hope is a good thing, may be the best of things
Let's all cheer up for that's why we are called human beings.
Men always remember Molly
The girl with the lethal brolly
Get near her skirt
Or try to flirt
And its back to Hello Dolly!