CORONA VIRUS BLUES
I don’t know about you
What are we supposed to do?
What we’re going through is completely new
The toilet paper has disappeared
What is going on around here?
I’ve got corona virus blues
I don’t know what to do
People are going mad
The world is turning sad
Here we are in isolation
Not a very good sensation
Here we are all getting bored
What are we all waiting for?
Waiting for this all to end
Waiting just to hug a friend
We all have to stick together
This will not last forever
This will all end one day
Then we can all go out and play
I’ve got corona virus blues
I guess you feel it too
We’re doing our best to get through
That is all we can do
Here’s a huge shout out
To all essential workers
And first responders…
Every volunteer
Who put themselves on front lines
Helping others out
In this Corona
Virus invasion
Of our country and peoples.
…CLAP…CLAP…CLAP!
W.C.Hull © 2020-3-4-H1307-2418-I49-K49-47-L54-20
Strange are Lord’s ways to punish,
The folks have to learn with polish.
When torture reaches the climax,
God reveals His power max.
Let’s be flora and fauna friendly,
Avoid all our ways savagely.
When we wander waywardly,
When we whine wildlife weirdly.
History repeats without mercy,
We face situations turvy-topsy.
Worship Nature and pamper much,
So that we’ve safe life such.
Or else the Omnipotent bestows His Corona virus,
To all the mankind 'CARNIVOROUS'..?!!
The earth turned on its axis,
The sun rose for the day,
But the planes, the trains, the taxis?
They chose to stay away.
The roads became much calmer,
The streets were quieter still,
Because amidst this force of beauty,
The world was getting ill.
The flowers still grew their petals,
The trees, they danced away,
The sky was blue, the grass was green,
And we all rose to see the day.
But the days for us looked different,
Something wasn't quiet the same,
No long commutes or morning rush,
And a virus was to blame.
All the parents taught their children,
Kitchen tables turned to desks,
But play times were without their friends,
The rule was clear:no guests!
Because the most important thing here,
Isn't me, myself and I,
And all the people knew this,
And that's the reason why...
Corruption and Covid 19 both a virus raiding our planet,
Only socialism works as in Finland in Scandinavia,
Realistically corruption has bankrupted countries, quad tripled poverty
Ruined our God given bountiful earth, brought it to its knees
Utopia that is just a mere word no country has it,
Perhaps Iran and America will go to war and we get caught in the middle,
This corruption has become insane, Russians itching to do the same,
Integration of all colours creeds and nations essential, poor and wealthy alike
Only severe repercussions will result if we don’t take action now,
Nothing seems to erase this filthy greed which has become so obtrusive.
Entering Competition: Any Acrostic Poem
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Date 013/04/2021
animals
get coronavirus
how?
Stated as afairy tale
But now a reality
Corona virus is real
The world in a shock
Developed to undeveloped bow their head
Many are witness how deadly the disease is
History written they used to exist
The monster sucked their lives
Let not take it like a joke
Try to imagine it like an injured Lion
everyone on the way is an enemy
Let hide from the disease by adhering to precautions
Wearing mask maybe suffocating
but being isolated is worse
Lockdown, curfew may be itchy to our ears
but surviving with the disease is hardest
Don't wait till we bury your family members
Let follow covid 19 instructions
From the land of the rising Sun to Big Apple. A micro agent infuses fear as Still waters run deep.
As the weather is changing and Cruise Ships remain offshore. The venom is very strong for the hearts to grow cold.
Do not spit in the wind or call a spade a big spoon. For the plague is very real and it burns like fire.
Locking down developed Nations. We are all at war. Age is not just a number as the calamity claims vulnerable at stake.
While WHO outlines guide line of conduct to salvation, Overworking medical teams struggle for a dawn of better days.
It is never hard to master the art of losing with so many things filled with intent and loss without disaster.
We lose somethings every day and accept the fluster like the door keys with a bad passing hour.
We practice loss further as we continue to lose to a pandemic, teaching us how to master the art of being faced with death every day.
I lost my grandparents' belongings and continue to look with the hope to find what is now lost and with that, a house is also lost with all its belongings.
I lost lives, lovely ones. I even began to vaster some artifacts I owned which followed like the streams of the river.
I collect thoughts and memories as I miss each one of them every day and this like no dream is no disaster.
I have no joking voice or gesture of the pain I encountered as I master the art of loss for what I encounter is a disaster
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Dog wearing mask
Pet Smart customer
Covid 19
Corona Virus Horn Haiku
read on papyrus
have a corona virus
always did scared us
when surface will lick
you do it either or quick
started feeling sick
how person reacts
after receiving all facts
sadness sickness attracts
increase in cases
found in familiar places
should see sad faces
about virus prayed
in a virtual parade
sitting in some shade
seemed to be so stern
on each page which we would turn
about virus learn
do have to admit
wish virus would leave and quit
do it permanent
we would make a wish
virus brought on much anguish
which we want to squish
could with consistence
did maintain social distance
increase resistance
Jim Horn
Into my world entered COVID-19
Which dared to damage my daily routine
Wearing masks and washing hands
I went down the lanes
To be pointed out
That I cannot go out
I could do nothing but pray,
"Oh God, isn't there a way?
A way to slay down COVID-19
Which dared to damage my daily routine."
One woman
Distanced in a row of marked-off stools
Sat sideways
At a bar in the afternoon
Dressed like passing summer sky
Viewed through a window
From a cooled inside
Blue skirt hem
Napkined to her lap
Legs crossed like wind-swept dunes
A smile of salt
Tossed over her shoulder
She fiddles with her diamond ring
Her fingertip a sigh
Tuning
The half empty
Rim of a Margarita
Warbling
To the tall bartender
Who’s drying with a cloth and fingers
The lips to his goblets
A crystal choir whistling back
He’s bored for more of a crowd
Both wishing for tips
Just like old times.
175,000 Corona Ghosts
The corona ghosts get together
The 175, 000 band together
And vow to haunt the living
As the voice of the dead
Need to be heard
In the halls of power
They march to the WH
Surrounding the people’s house
And the Senate and the Capitol
Chanting
We are the voices
of the dead
The Corona ghosts
And our voices
Will not be silenced
We will be heard
And we will overcome
If you don’t need our warning
You too will join us
In Corona hell
The ghosts camp out everywhere
Thousands of them
Fill every corner of the city
Silently starting
The faces and voices
Of the dead
Shaming the leaders
Who still refuse
To do anything
To stem the tide
As General Corona
Continues his rampage
When will this all end
This death
This preventable death
Of the corona damned
Faces of the Corona Ghosts
faces of the corona ghosts
fill my heart
with sorrow
as I see and hear them
everywhere
voices crying in the wind
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