time stood still
we could all catch our breath
and watch the world
I didn't notice what we were doing 'till it was too late. My heart was on lockdown mode, yeah I was naive back then and my heart didn't notice until you admitted that your hand was shaking while we were on call. I was reading you my poems about you, about us, about whatever this is and you had the nerve to say that they were good, nothing else, and didn't want to admit to what we were doing. Looking back on it now, I'm replaying the moments when you were literally waving all the red flags in front of my face but I didn't notice because I see life through a different lens but only when I'm with you. Maybe I should just take the filter off of this version of you that's in my head, the one I thought was the real you, but the real you only cares about your cowboy hat and your chevy truck. Nothing else, especially not me. I should've known better to trust you. My friends who barely know you warned me not to trust you. Did I listen? No, because I didn't care back then. But now I do. Now I know the real you.
And now my heart isn't on lockdown anymore. Now when you look at me during class, my heart doesn't skip a beat, signaling to my brain that this is over. Finally.
We are not safe.
We are encased in our sadness,
mourning flowing from every orifice;
not realizing
how flammable our tears truly are.
Our suffering is not dignified.
Bloodied bodies hang limp
on the crucifix of our classrooms.
(a throwback poem from High school)
I'm the most popular girl in my homeroom.
Of course, that's my own bedroom -
cause we're on COVID lockdown, zoom.
My bedroom is the math class, which doubles as the gym,
it triples as the theater - you should see the shows I'm in.
They're only in my mirror, so my cats get free admission.
My sudden popularity's due, to a matter of attrition.
If I play my cards right, I can probably be prom queen
I'll hold the ceremony in the garden, so the travesty goes unseen.
Trees, I miss them the most
The ones I know
The ones I don't know
I fantasize them
I dream of them
I become them
Trees, I love them the most
There's supposed to be an out break of bluetounge in cows?
It started in Sandwich in Kent, reports allow! I heard if it
Last year, its no threat to humans to contract' it does not
Affect their produce, say vets' yet their movement is stopped now such
A thing' makes me 'wonder are experts?' Fishing somewhat? Looking for problems..Bad news anything.! That could work?
To coerce scare or just plain frighten.? Beause free livings
(The sin!) Will it (be all take care?) go carefull? Mind the air
Breath stale breath back in? Send more tax cash to ukraine or
Where ever.? Thats the way we stop death.?? As more
Flourides in the water, aluminium seeded in the sky.' oh my breath'
And don't listen or watch alternative media screens, do you ever
Wonder why.? Why more people are dying than in 2019.!
Why Reiner Füellmichs in prison? For raising funds.? On
( on trumped up type charges?) To me it looks an obscene one?
And there have always been dr's; to help us on our way.'
mengle and shipman theres a host..' I could mention?
So whats new; should we say??
I really did not know how bad it was
Till lockdown came and forced a change of scene.
Then aircraft contrails stop scarring the sky
And rumbling roar above then went away
Along with that rage from the race track road.
Less diesel fume and foul soot we inhaled.
The feeling of wellbeing had then returned
As man’s sad storm then fell into a lull.
Once more our vital air was sweet and clean
As precious planet then pollution free.
I really did not know how bad it was
Till lockdown came and forced a change of scene.
The Avian Flu is over.
Time for a change of scene.
The barn doors slowly open.
We feel comforted by the green.
Us chicks will have adventures.
We'll slurp some slimy things.
We'll cluck along in unison
With the choir that has wings.
We'll nestle in long chunks of grass.
Shadows will cool us in the sun.
Each day will be a hen party
And we'll have lots of fun!
We'll tease the sheep with pecking
'Til they head-butt us away.
Our hearts will be light as our feathers.
We'll chuckle. And we'll play.
Other outdoor creatures
Will think that we're insane,
For we will keep exploring
While they shelter from the rain.
Our nights feel more restful.
We dream of what we see.
Our lockdown has been lifted.
Though there are fences, we are free!
People flying white papers with no words
For the truth is plain to see
Against the red flag stained with blood
Once trapped in caves despite their plea
With no unchained light at the end
By the bear faced dragon named Xi
Whose ancestors oppressed the faith of light
We’ll find the light of the free
Lushi poem in the English language
Thinking of you
The world outside
Waiting for the lockdown
To be lifted
The lonely moon,
The stars and the clouds
Know my hearts
Yesterday suddenly everything
Come to a standstill
Less night back man
Less morning jogger
Less cars and pedestrians
Less hustles and bustles
But lights and humps
Can never block us
Going out is a song
Singing rhythms of life
Road is a river
Flowing out to a greater sea
Home is a gloriette
For people and backpacks to rest
Thinking of you
The mountains and the sea
The youngsters and the oldies
The drawing of the famous Chinese art piece
Hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren
The news spreads
We're going to open borders
Pandemic becomes epidemic
Some people applauded and excited
Feel free to go
Dine-in
Travel
Gathering
Some people anxious and restless
Start to appeal,whine
Complain,criticise,satire
At a loss
It pays to be put in a double squeeze
But epidemic index up
Some people are unprepared
Starkly silent
Start to leave it to chance
Resigned to fate
But still have to make ends meet
Economic recession kills
Famine kills
Prolonged lockdown kills
And so
A lift of various ban
A new implementation
Restless though
We have to leave it to infinity
The unknown
Or to God
Whom maybe
All along we have gone
Astrayed and betrayed
Finally blessings with SOP
And we have to do our parts
Everyone please
Remember the Lockdown 2020
Empty quiet city streets
Closed doors and shopping centres
When we didn’t rush off to the supermarket
Or the library or the shops
When we walked and smiled at a distance
Following the two metre rule.
When we planned our shopping and meals ahead of time
And who would cook them.
When we rested weary with changes
And zoomed into other people’s lives and rooms
And at the end
When time
Which had seemed to go so slowly
Coming out of lockdown
Seemed so fast
We wanted to stay home
Cosy, secure and rest again
This time without the worry
Endless rain and black clouds
Stretching as far as the eyes can see
So many weekends ruined
Another new kind of lockdown
It must be some kind of joke
With the way this year has been
It must be Nature's warped humour
We know it really is not funny
But we will survive this too
And maybe we will laugh at the end of it all
© Poem – XII/X/MMXXI
I
Times when one had right to stop one's Beloved
From leaving on a trip, urgent but uncovered
For these times. Omicron has made Africa notorious
But Level 1 Lockdown prevents me being imperious
So, freedom still reigns in my home, we say goodbye
Mind flies ahead to the return (Quarantine or Reunite)?
II
Traveling mercies, LORD, for my Beloved; all who travel
Within nations and across them (though UN heard the quarrel)
Keep them wise, safe, Covid-free, but otherwise kind
Challenges to health and love we've had; when we began to unwind
Urgent pleas and chauffeuring arise. Church on Sunday remains
The focus of my being and those evangelized. Living to break chains
Waiting around in our lockdown
Keeping busy without a frown
Suddenly what did I see on TV
Something that I thought I’d never see
Surely not they aren’t that dumb
A demonstration in lockdown for fun
They abused everyone but mostly it was the police
And they demanded a quick lockdown release
There was a fire eater there as well
For entertainment they thought was swell
So I wondered why these people decided
COVID 19 was not for them and not provided
Some people only open their mouths for us to be enticed
That they are self centred and can’t be left to their own device
So they are fined for being out whilst not allowed
And beating horses which was so foul
The only saving grace in it all for us
Is that their mates dob them in without a fuss.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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