Long Covid Poems
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there is no going back the innocence is gone
life as we knew it will never be the same
scarred from fear and loss of loved ones
shaken to our core that we are not invincible
inhabitants of the world survive a global attack
behind closed doors we face our conundrum
we’ve had the time to take a long hard look
revisit existentialist values and priorities
watch in awe how our neighbors react
we’ve redrawn boundaries in the sand
i have the outlook of an aging babyboomer
never more grateful that we got to enjoy our freedom
in the sixties seventies and eighties ~ nothing like it
the call for peace and harmony, how the lovin’ was easy
a simple life satisfied with a pair of blue jeans and a guitar
till we rectify the present we can relive the past
while finding ways to make new memories
one thing for sure is that gratitude is strength
stay cheerful ~ things could always be worse
be patient ~ things will definitely get better
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~COVID 2020~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on July 10, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (8) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
24/7 round the clock coronavirus (COVID-19) coverage
Strong armed marshall law decrees
(at a buoy good gull... lance)
across airwaves blare
constant detrimental exhortation
buzzfeeding populace analogous
to pollination instinctively
wrought courtesy bumblebees
to help combat
mortal pandemic disease
explaining governmental freeze
industries shuttered just ask jeeves
who will corroborate
deadly symptoms characterized
by severe chills inducing knocked knees
stricken unfortunate victim
beseeches with plaintive pleas
as their feverish body temperature
surpasses bajillion degrees
innoculation looms closer on horizon
as fatigued learned scientists squeeze
every detail how coronavirus (COVID-19)
transmitted, disseminated, contracted...
moost definite deadly germs spread,
when one and/or individual doth sneeze,
meanwhile palliative care workers seize
every opportunity to appease
tortured souls (suffering
worse fate than death),
plus plumb depths how said microbes'
molecular and/or atomic biochemical keys
activate, integrate, propagate...
painstaking labor to scrutinize and tease
burning midnight oil exhaustive energies
altruistic individuals ofttimes sustaining
their weary lovely bones
with crackers and cheese
moost likely forgoing adequate sustenance
also robbing sleep slowly
transforming them into zombies
apropos trailing appellation
describing unnaturally surreal spooky
haunting spectre as people
perish in twos and threes
mystery if initial epicenter
pinpointed among Chinese,
or perpetrated (my hunch) perhaps by aliens
slightly resembling infinitesimal
peace loving groovy hippies
pervasive during nineteen sixties.
Quarantine a dolt
Matthew Scott Harris got nowhere to bolt!
Death, be not so proud,
Today might roar thine dark clouds,
Be not still so proud,
Morrow, life will call aloud,
Thou shalt in a crowd wear shroud.
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Tanka |15.05.2021|
Topic: death, life
Poet’s note: COVID has been wreaking havoc all around. The other day I saw a picture of a newly made crematorium burning scores of pyres, dead bodies awaiting last death rites, the funereal shadows creeping slowly by, pre-monsoon dark clouds hanging overhead, and it looked as if Death has still been spreading its ill-gotten empire all around. Silence possessed me for a few seconds and from the resulting speechlessness was born this Tanka.
It has been two years
I didn't go shopping
My shopping list left blank
Compare with last time
I went everyday
Though I bought little
But the cheapest bargains
Just wandering about most of the time
Killing time
And adding pleasure
I saved a lot
During MCO
And now I wonder
What should I put on the list
Suddenly I got the answer
I want to buy happiness, health and safety
And just these
No materialistic
But only spiritual
These I never think of befòre
But only after many people
Lost their lives
Happiness and health
During the epidemic of Covid 19
Only then and only then
I wake up
To do good
And to learn to behave always
As I am lucky to have the chance
And so you too
CORONA VIRUS
Virus virulent various
to surround all around
ever bound to astound
some being too dangerous.
Sudden new appearance
Invader corona virus.
Most threatening to us
and acting random freelance.
We have tension, we feel worry.
Pandemic outbreak
Precautions to take
and that’s end of the story.
Whatever will be, will be: Feel free
Be cautious: What else to do?
Follow the view of ‘WHO’.
Corona to collapse: Just see.
Viruses come and vanish in natural course
May be, China ate something not known
Now whole world is washing hands off and on.
Corona will soon be controlled, destroying source.
Strict restriction by the Government
‘Work from home’: ‘Stay at home.’
Not to go out, not to roam.
Obey instruction, no more comment.
Isolation and social distancing to maintain
Corona virus Covid -Nineteen
demanding quarantine.
Driving out Corona going to be certain.
Neither source of virus nor drug not known
Quarantine or isolation
just a measure of prevention
World wide rigorous research going on.
Wold is eager to invent medicine.
for absolute cure of disease
or even in trial to release
the adequate precise vaccine.
Then all clear in the threatening front.
We will be well-equipped to confront.
03/22/20
' Coronavirus Covid-19' Contest by Team Poetry Soup
Courageous men and women wear scrubs,
masks, white gloves, and black net caps.
They, too, eat their meals from plastic tubs,
what's left over from supper scraps?
At night, their bones begin to break down.
In the outpatient and hospitalized wards.
On the other side of the earth, in clinics around.
across the middle of the COVID swords.
Do not remove pricey clothes or freeze.
Their newly cleaned blues made for a breeze.
They have what they need to get the job done.
If you firmly grab your hand with a striped tone,
Unfortunately, it was the start of a new day.
while fresh, sickening showers beat cruelly away.
Australia still has Covid 19
but over half of Australia
has become free of the virus
half of the states are now back working
Victoria now because of lockdown
now has reducing cases week by week
slowly going down towards healthy state
yet America France Spain
and many more are all facing
devastating decisions
how do we fix our economies
when we still need lockdown
how do we rebuild our jobs
but but overcome this virus
it seems to me that we could
make isolated states instead of countries
America has fifty two states
by isolating states you could clean
out the virus from one state
and them get them back into work
perhaps checking people in
infected states putting then into
quarantine for two weeks
and then if clear allowing
them as migratory workers
to go into clean states and get
temporary work cleaning up states
like New York one group at a time
Isolating parts of the country
creating virus frees states
and then using the virus free states
to rebuild your economy
I longed to hear cute costumed kids
say “Trick or Treat!” that chilly night.
To give each one a goody bag
would make me smile with pure delight.
Because of Covid, few came by.
My little Bandit’s friendly bark
and wagging tail delighted all~~
but then the evening lost its spark.
When all kids left, a red-eyed “ghoul”
appeared. My puppy whined and fled.
I froze. Then on November 1
I woke up screaming in my bed.
My pup—not black, but solid white—
was back. My hair was snow-white too.
When I tell others what transpired,
they think I’m bonkers. Well, don’t YOU?!
October 23, 2022
entered in the 12-16 Lines of Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest
Placed 1st
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Prophesy
by Bob Moore ©13 Jan 2022
Went shopping this morning
‘cause you never know
with Covid around
when you can finally go
The shelves may be empty
there’s nothing to buy
no bread and no milk
no frozen meat pie
The news had all told us
this would happen you know
so everyone panicked
and to the shops they did go
Self-fulfilling prophesy
caused by the news
came true in an instant
as panic ensued
Now they say “we were right”
and “we told you so”
we said this would happen
to the shops you did go
Bought stuff you did not need
but “just in case”
now it sits in your cupboard
just taking up space.
by Bob Moore ©2022
I have just reached the end of the school year
giving my last lesson to the last group, as it were
Unlike before, not quite content with what has been done
on whom would I put the blame in the long run?!
Apart from the human factor, we have Covid-nineteen
and under my wings students at the age of a teen
To teach a youth, you need understanding.. patience and time
how would I make it, as students study part-time?!
Day on, day off.. that’s the school year for them so far
how to ensure the development of the learners’ repertoire?!
Hard I strived to hide the leak of confusion on my face
as it was puzzling to recognize my students with a mask on each face!
I spare you the trouble of an everyday struggle with every task
as my students and I are sweating under a suffocating mask!
Just envision me teaching the phonetic symbols and every problem sound
without accurately mouthing utterances and hearing a clear sound!
“Group 1 or 2?” Would you please your teacher remind?
that’s of paramount importance than any other task assigned!
A quick look at my notebook to check what is written down
so that I would be in the know after each two-week lockdown!
To God’s countless blessings I am grateful so much
though guilty with the feeling of not being able to do much
Still facing the dangers of the pandemic and its many a wave
and need not just get Covid-19 vaccine but also be brave
Possess a valiant heart, share Love and Light with a vibrant energy
have faith in God, in human nature beauty and in the “call of poetry”!
June 10th, 2021
Besma
I join my friend and fellow great poet, Poetic Flame, in his inspiring Poet's Call!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/covid_toll_and_poets_call_1362448