Long Flu Poems
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Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail
When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil
The moments you lose track of the day and time
If you need medicine you would spend every dime
To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix
Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks
It feels like a vacation you weren't meant to enjoy
Your phone, tablet or book becomes your new toy
Every task that you had planned never gets done
Your skin tone begins to change from having no sun
If you're married your mate becomes your waiter
Every sentence is "Honey can you do me a favor"
When you're sick it actually gives you time to unload
But this is your life in a nutshell when you catch a cold
In nineteen eighteen there was an outbreak of flu
Caused little concern, only affected a few
But it returned with a vengeance later that year
And the world over it caused widespread fear.
First reported in Spain, and around the world spread
When it was over, fifty million people were dead
Hospitals were stretched and they struggled to cope
For both young and old, there wasn't much hope.
It affected the lungs and caused skin to turn blue
Only comfort was given it was all they could do
In effect it caused people to suffocate
And continued to spread at an alarming rate.
People advised to avoid crowds and to wear masks
They struggled to perform even basic daily tasks
Remote areas in the world were affected too
By this airborne killer virus, the great Spanish flu.
Effort's were made to slow down this disease
But slowly and surely it brought the world to its knees
Shops opening times were staggered all over the lands
People strongly advised not to shake hands.
Undertakers were struggling to cope with demands
Families' buried loved ones with their own hands
Healthy men and women and children too
Were all falling victim to the great Spanish flu.
Because of World War One, doctors were few
And those that were available, many fell sick too
Temporary hospital's set up in schools or church hall
With many brave volunteers answering the call.
They closed many schools, services were hit too
With workers struck down by this merciless flu
Late nineteen nineteen the virus reached its peak
Immunity grew stronger but it still struck the weak.
Sadly mankind had suffered and paid a great cost
To the great Spanish flu with millions of lives lost
The pandemic was now over, survivors started to thrive
But were mournful of the millions who did not survive.
Written 4th April 2018.
( Dedicated to the fifty million people who died
in the Spanish flu pandemic in the years 1918 to 1919. )
I swear, my parents act like they were never teens in a pandemic growing up.
I was watching “Perry Mason,” an HBO show set in the 1930s. Perry gets mail out of his mailbox and I think “no GLOVES??” This pandemic has a hold of me.
6:30am I’m finishing my shower - wrapping my hair in a towel.
Mom: *from my room* “I have something for you!”
Me: “OK.” (I’m curious)
I step out of the shower, wrap on a towel, and my mom steps up and gives me a flu shot without so much as a “by your leave.” Dr. Surprise strikes again.
My arm hurts =/
Writing a paper, on my computer, in class - I try to use the perfect word but I spell it so badly the spell checker gives up and in effect, says “I got nothin’.” I switch words.
Telling a girl to calm down is like trying to put a cat in a tub.
My parents think every guy I talk to is my boyfriend.
If I’m texting and smiling my parents think I have a boyfriend.
I say, I don’t know” when I don’t care.
For ALL of its downsides virtual school is better because:
My two BFF and I have a facetime call going ALL school day so we can say
snarky things..
I can listen to music on my headphones during classes.
I have multiple screens so I can web-surf during classes.
I don’t have to wear shoes or a skirt!
I can put a video up so it looks like I’m paying attention.
I can snack/take a bathroom break whenever I want to.
I don’t have to carry a backpack or make locker stops.
I can be late or leave early and blame it on “tech issues”.
Feeling blue, caught the flu, head like glue, what to do.
Feel the chill, feel quite ill, take a pill
Bed is best, have a rest, what a pest
Miss the game, what a shame.
Can’t watch telly, aching belly, feet are smelly, ate some jelly
Made me worse, what a curse, throat like furze.
Drank some coke, what a joke, made me choke
Feel so weak, can hardly speak.
Think I’m dying, feel like crying, friends are sighing. WIFE”S not buying
“Stop the moaning, give up groaning, no more conning,
Just be glad, you’re not as bad, as poor old Brad,
He’s got piles." Hides her smiles
Counted sheep, fell asleep, in a heap, nice and deep.
Woke up fine, after nine, drank some wine,
What a day, I have to say, come what may,
I’m still alive, I’ll survive.
Tracie's Contest : Make me laugh- make me giggle Sept 2011
this is an old one but rules say that's okay
Furze- Gorse -a thorny plant
Bubba has the flu
I do not know what to do
Since Bubba has the flu
I can not see in front of me
I can not see behind me and Bubba still has the flu
And I do not know what to do
Should I call Sherlock to find out what happen to make Bubba to have the flu
He would know what to do about Bubba having the flu
Sherlock sure did know what to do about having the flu
He gave me a Watson bulb to screw into the situation '
And there was no more reason to burn the wood since we had this position
Once in the socket the bright light look like a rocket
And now I have got it
I can now see in front of me
I can now see behind me
But as for Bubba, he still has the flu
And I still do not know what to do.
Its here the thing we all fear,
The apocalypse is near,
The devils spurn has risen,
Trapping us in our homes like prisons,
To plague our planet already broken,
Is it retaliating, squeezing our lungs chocking,
Like the black death the plague upon our people,
Swooping, stealing the lives of the weak and feeble.
The most innocent are victims of the virus,
A sickening twist to this sickness sent to us,
From an unholy ghastly maker,
This is not the handy work of any saviour.
Is it a clense of the human race,
A government conspiracy for goodness sakes,
Bats are where it supposedly derives,
A rodent of the night skies,
Despite everyone's efforts its spreading like flies,
No loo roll paracetamol or thermoeter will scare it away,
It looks like it plans to stay,Just like an unwanted guest, Who's warn out its stay, so I'll guess I'll be the first to say
Welcome Corona virus to the UK.
A thousand drummers playing drums
within my head,
like firecrackers bursting,
Rivers of (whatever) oozing out,
Trickling eyes, prickling nose,
Snee..achoo!..zing...and sneezing...and sneezing!
Every muscle aches,
Feeling fatigued and flushed,
Puffy eyes, stuffy nose,
Bouts of throaty cacophonies come out uninvoked ,
Body sore, mood sourer..
Even the bed seems uncomfortable,
Pain deludes, sleep eludes (snuffle!)
Inflamed glands fight ill-famed flu,
Tasteless food, faceless foe, endless distress,
Don't come near! This is contagious!
Life is drear, this is outrageous!
Eyes flowing, nose-blowing!
And I feel like...
Chasing this flu away.
9th Feb 2023
For Charles Messina's "I felt like" contest
When I was child I remember thinking the flu shot was a cure.
Boy was I wrong.
The Flu Shot is meant to prepare your immune system by allowing a version of the virus inside to prepare for a potentially deadly virus in the future.
God is great. He blessed us with nothing less or more than we can handle.
Personally, I think God planned for me and her to meet.
She was my flu shot.
God knew how much I believed in "True Love".
He also knew my Faith in "love" could potentially break me.
And so, his plan was set in motion.
He was to put forth a woman so beautiful to me, I would believe in Angels.
A woman with such a beautiful soul I would not only look past her imperfections, but fall in love with them.
A woman so lovely she would make my dreams become reality.
But only a dream it was, and soon to be nightmare.
I almost did not have the strength to climb out of the love pit I sank in.
It was not my broken heart that was holding me back from moving on.
It was my broken foundation of existence.
It took many rain falls for me to realize my foundation was not broken.
It was not even shaken.
It was reconstructed.
God gave me a choice. I could believe she was the right one or she was the right one to learn from.
I decided to choose the later...and thanked God for my flu shot.
Someone once published a title “A Tale of Two Cities”
And tonight’s European football fate seemed to be artistically witty
Over Anfield the stadium was a fill
While Paris there was nil
With Man City Citizens and their gunners getting out of the way
This sporting presentation had a lot to say
It was like looking into reflective glasses
Challenging the accepted belief of playing to the masses
When things were half done
The spectacle still looked like fun
With the French taking control with two
Still wearing their blue
While it was said
On the other channel those in the color red
Put one in to get out of aggregate debt
Back to PSG feeling alone
Playing at home
With a crowd on the street
Sending some heat
Fireworks going off
Standing tall the French stated ‘we have to get coronavirus caught’
In London Liverpool still had it level this only tempted the coronavirus devil
Another half hour could give the bug more time to show its power
Time ticking down
Celebrating could start in the French romantic loving town
Beat the Germ Men again
Protecting the image Parisoner’s defend
As the red masses wish
Two more periods have been put on the big red list
Free play for those freezing after the pounds they pay
Reds drew first blood
But AM responded by saying ‘you know what’
Three in the goal
And Liverpool went home feeling cold
They had them in their mist
Not expecting AM to raise a fist
This act of self-destruction
Ended up as the reality instruction
AM and Paris will head on to the elite eight
Hoping health care will have their issue straight
I know I’m really shaking the flu thing because I awoke at 4am totally energised. The first thing I did was Lysol all of my computers and gadgets. Peter was sleeping, but holding the Lysol can, I eyed him - finally deciding that spraying him down might wake him up.
At 4:30am I texted Charles, “Let’s run” and he was grinning outside my door at 5:30am (our regular time).
Why did they remake the Wuthering Heights movie? We had to read WH in 10th grade - it’s like 350 pages of unhinged gossip and Heathcliff, the dark, Byronic, anti-hero is a paranoid narcissist that any modern girl would dump the first time he mouthed off.
None of my Grammy picks, though nominated, won anything. I guess I’m old and out of touch.
sad, fat, cat hat - I suppose I had to rhyme something.
see ya.
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Songs for this:
The world I used to know by Rod McKuen
Better Everyday by sadHAPPY
Kissing Strangers by DNCE
Dive In (feat. Notelle) by Westend