Long Distancing Poems
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I was only ten when I first fell in love
surprisingly with the vast blue sky,
the sky was very near to me then
almost within the reach of my tiny hands
as if I could easily touch it or smell its fragrance.
Its changing colour used to take me in a world
where I built palaces of childhood dreams
those childhood dreams had the wings of Pegasus,
and I used to talk to the sky for hours,
my mother smilingly called me sky-crazy
and my father predicted about my bleak future,
my friends used to pull my leg.
Now after so many years
I have proved my father's prediction wrong
and some of my friends are jealous about me,
but I don't have the time now
to look at or talk to the sky,
only occasionally I can see it now
through my back view mirror~
gradually distancing itself from me.
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Soul in silent abyss
distancing itself from harmonic love
that amid fantasy hard to shove
sights of past-future, happy-sad
and those at times hard to find
crawls and creeps as thoughts unleash
where shadow defeats its own self
enduring the darkness of the cold soul
but languish love manipulate glow
never estrange to jilted soul
true to its nature creates a vacuum
hard to fill even if pyramid built
reaches the warmth of forbidden soul
let the inevitable death haul
once amorous now the barren soul
“I stay forever”, cried love immortal
rAHUL...
It has always been a mother’s way
To take care of her kids every day
She’s the first person we see after birth
As we grow old we forget her worth
When COVID-19 spread everywhere
All minds were filled with virus scare
Doctors insisted, “social distancing”
Mother quipped, “I’m not listening”
Can a mother be separated from her child?
She can never construe them to be so defiled
She has nurtured them for months in her womb
Now she will banish the virus with her broom!
That has always been the spirit in her mind
Despite the threats, her love cannot rescind
She is present whenever she is required
There is no pain that cannot be shared
O Mother! I wish all days were your days
I could sing paeans of love in your praise
As we grow old we often move apart
But still keep our presence in your heart
END
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.
Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy
Too much information making all of us dizzy
Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine
Running out of toilet paper making us mean
“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Scientists scrambling now to find the cure
Hurry!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
What started out in China as an epidemic
No respecter of nations totally pandemic
All around the world countries shutting down
Even New York City looks like a ghost town
Is there no end to this viral mess
As our way of life’s forced to evanesce?
Scary!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
March 14, 2020
Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Poemless pandemic
vanished from PoetrySoup
hard to explain why
enough people read?
made enough of a difference?
that's what I figured
gave up will power
personal diagnosis:
severe mental block
worried what to write
hibernating -- surviving
too careful to post
most people wrote MORE
but I deleted; withdrew :O
"social distancing"
pages and pages
of my painstaking feelings
unsaved, unarchived
so out with the old
and yet, no in-with-the-new
let go of it all
as others revealed
I concealed, sharing nothing
time passed, un-described
missed Anthology:
my chance to publish a poem :(
maybe next time though? :)
relief, or regret? :(
I didn't save them... :O
except... Christmas one :)
it's like the starter --
to keep the process going,
like warm friendship bread :D
kneading the keyboard
baking up delicious words
passing on sweetness
can't get old poems back
the art of writing poems, though:
compulsion, hunger
can't live without this
starting from scratch, all over
tired of poemlessness
DESOLATION IN DESPONDENCE
Me jovial convivial social being
always cherishing cheery dynamism in every step,
now global crisis putting in compulsive isolation.
House confinement subject to social distancing running mandatory.
Standstill static stagnant situation creating suffocation.
But what to do, no alternative.
I must cope up to fight against invader virulent virus Corona
spreading silhouette of sudden scare in sky of global life,
endangering mass of populace.
Home imprisonment tough,
but tougher to manage household cores
for Indian Senior citizens dependent on domestic help.
Wishful expectation to start Count Down
to end Lock Down at earliest
to get relief on revival of normal life.
04/03/20
'STRAND POETRY PICK 1' Contest by Brian Strand
Willie Wonka can no more hire any of us
Down he has gone with a bad case of the virus.
And we fear his magical factory will close
If we fail to take over the lease,I suppose
At this difficult crisis Covid -ridden time
Not to take over would be a serious crime
But what will you decide to make ?Somebody asks
What else but gazillions of reusable masks
Coloured with hopeful rainbows and marked NHS
That's just what is essentially needed ,I guess
With every welcome covering for a face
You would enter a draw for a trip into space
That would more than lift you both body and spirit
And would give you physical distancing with it
Angels of Mercy
To all those who have been deemed essential
Dealing with a virus, with a death rate so potential
Looking into the eyes of a gowned, masked healer
Seeing fatigue and fear, but bravely the concealer
To all the police officers, who place their lives on the line
To all the nurses, who lovingly care for all those confined
To all the doctors, who have always been there for us all
To all the paramedics, caring for the big and very small
To all the bus drivers who bravely take people to and fro
To all the truckers, driving lonely, away from all they know
To all the grocery workers, stocking shelves of what we need
To all the frontline workers, always there to help us succeed
To all the families, adhering to all the social distancing now
To all the children, in this fearful time, being brave somehow
To each and everyone of us, this virus has somehow touched
We are all angels of mercy, our undying humanity untouched
By
Charlie Baker
Tall, proud, somewhat conceited,
the elegant yacht sailed into the bay
(a place of meetings,
snuggery to a medley of lesser idols)
as a swan takes to a lake.
It dropped anchor,
aloof from the rest,
aware of the stare of covetous eyes,
it basked in calm waters.
Come night, its garland of lights
illumine the grace of a presence;
a rarity, speaking of riches,
unimaginable wealth;
dipping and bowing in exaggerated gestures:
a language all its own.
At the break of day, it set sail once more,
on a broad reach leaving the barnacled bay behind,
distancing itself from the blue bay’s waters,
the green of its eyes.
Yet, miles away on a distant shore,
once fierce waves, now a dying wake
make a gentle ripple
shifting the sands of envy
even as memory of its billowing sails
vanishes over the horizon
urged on by the persistence of protective winds.
1st Prize in Craig Cornish's A Broad Reach Contest