Long Lockdown Poems
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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
With the world in lockdown
What is left to do ?
But log onto soup
And write about it
It's a sorry state of affairs
In solitary confinement
Such as doing simple math to
while the time away
Like
Counting how many sheets are on
a single toilet roll
Or
How long it takes for a kettle to boil
Or
Just how many repeats there are
these day's on television
It's at times like this i suppose we should be grateful for the internet
Even if it mostly doom and gloom
and tales of woe in our future ahead
With just a smattering of Fake News
for good measure
And 1 or 2 funny videos of cat's and dog's
For the loneliest of them all
With no family or friends
To count upon
The butterfly is back.
I saw him land in sun, just where the bin had been, before today's collection.
This one I had not seen since boyhood tracks by field and hedge,
and hunting for a nest and eggs, or treck to net some sticklebacks
in weedy crystal streams, with sun rays on a tender neck.
And now the garden's all we have, a tiny square of cobbled pave,
a shed, a seat, one flower bed, a pond, some pots still winter bare.
But I am grateful for his coming, his fleeting garden call.
I suspect without the city's humming, and it's poison airy pall,
he came just like his maker's Spirit, to quieter heart's now welcome call.
Here comes the Boomer remover,
A geriatric hoover,
come to sweep up your complacency
And puncture your dismissivenes
so don't dissolve into hissy fits,
Or lectures on snowflake millennials,
Your snide and tested perennials,
'End the lockdown now,
Long live the new normal' is your siren cry,
but another, better world is coming,
It's no use trying to deny,
The pulse of history is running,
Out of your control,
So be a part of the solution,
you've got to choose your role,
And reconnect with evolution,
Now, tell me what's your 'verse?
No point in trying to fake it
We know nothing could be worse
Than your 'business as usual' fits,
No matter how beguiling;
Ecocide must consume us,
the original sin that leads to the fall,
Is that the legacy of the boomers?
So forget the status quo,
too late now for reconciling,
Sit down uncle, you're blocking my flow.
What am I missing
since lockdown began
way back in March
I was happy and free
to come and to go
any where
any day
taken for granted
Oh dear ~ silly me…
Social isolating
has kept me inside
a place to feel safe
a place for to hide
But now going out
I look all about
in case someone else
may walk far too close
Then I remember
not too long ago
a smile
a good morning
so lovely to hear
on a sweet sunny morn
how I yearn
how I pray
on this bright sunny day
for their welcome return
For I hope paranoia
will never kick in
it would be such a shame
it would be such a sin
not to walk by the sea
with her ebb and her flow
a place I adore
I could ask for no more…
She gives me such peace and tranquillity
She truly makes my soul soar
She takes me to another place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
where folk still have a smile upon their face
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Written 31st May 2020
Contest Strand no 780
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd Place
The vaccine is here
The day took a long time coming
the night persisted and only moved across the sea
heading for Northern Norway where the night
lasts for months.
The day was grey and in a bad mood showering
streets with rain making dead leaves slippery.
Every café, restaurants are closed, and the local
supermarket closes at one so, if you have not
bought food for Saturday and Sunday bully for you.
If people stay at home, it will reduce contagiousness
but the COVID-19 is not going away when
the lockdown is over it will, like the unseen wind,
go on the attack again.
Russia has a good vaccine as China has, but the big
pharma industries are against it, and they are more
powerful than a mere government.
For us, we just have to sit and wait.
He had little to eat and money had ran out/his luck had also ran out.
The morning's Shramik Special was sold out/his patience had definitely ran out.
Any chance of the regular train was out/he told himself to simply get out.
All textile workers, cooks, and cleaners were out/below the clouds Sun was out.
The virus was everywhere inside and out/although the lockdown was finally out.
His brother a diamond polisher was looking out/breathing heavily in and out.
They must return to the village before the day is out/chance of walking it was out.
Suddenly another train and the crowd's scream was out/by then he had foolishly ran out.
We must hurry back or we're out/they rushed past the light that was out.
Surging through the gate their fists were out/people were fighting inside and out.
An empty seat for both and their tickets were out/happy to be finally getting out.
Life's cruelty was however uncorked and out/its bottle of hope empty and out.
The brothers took time to find out/when they reached home the lights were out.
Their bundle of cheese and bread were out/their parents they thought were out.
But a neighbor saw them and reached out/and then the sac of sad news was out.
He then watched his brother collapse and out/his chest breathing only out.
God where is justice and only the devil out/have mercy on those left out.
Government announced lock down.
We read reports in paper of millions of poor going hungry.
Immediately group of volunteers including myself started food bank.
We announced about it in press,
Among friends and WhatsApp.
Lot of donations poured in.
The day before distribution
we worked day and night
Cooked and packed thousand food packets.
Next morning we were ready and waiting to distribute it to poor.
When we opened the windows of our establishment for free distribution,
not a single soul was at sight.
We panicked!
Our food should not go waste.
Why was this happening?
Little later we found out that there were policemen on the road.
No one was allowed to come out of the house.
Strict lockdown was being implemented everywhere.
Does that mean a poor will die hungry?
We kept the food packets in our cars and set out to reach the poor.
Policeman waved us to stop, we didn't bother.
We kept moving and distributing.
Within few hours our vehicles were empty but heart heavy.
Tears of gratefulness in the eyes of poor.
Poverty and misery of masses was unbearable.
Although panic ended,
we were left with deep sadness
that made us all cry inconsolably
05.08.2021
Kai Michael Neumann
Panic at the Food Bank
When we come out of lockdown,
Will we invite the old uptown?
To fit them for a crown,
Or send them downtown
For someone to put them down.
Will we look to them to make the economy stable?
Or pass the baton to those less able,
Will we be lining up to sit at their table?
Or kicking them out to the stable.
Will we seek their wisdom?
Or facilitate their doom,
So, we can take over their room,
And pull down the shades on our own gloom.
My hope is that we listen to economists,
Who may not be sentimentalists,
Yet can recognise valuable assets,
And those who they would like to cross off their lists.
Staying at home more than fourteen days
is unbearable and boring trying to find ways
to cope with a quarantine which is a mandate hated
by human nature so uncomfortably maneuvered.
Isolation is the enemy of Mankind,
only monks and nuns can lead such a solitary life;
a lockdown is a short life sentence without any crime,
and although we seem free to roam in a restricted space:
four walls do little justice to a spirit that's crucified,
unable to move in places not authorized.
Some breakaway with arrogance and defiance;
no excuses are accepted if they are fabricated,
many go insane and being daily monitored on their liberties:
they choose suicide to end their existence at the highest price.
Isolation is the enemy of Mankind,
it's a huge sacrifice to be quarantined;
will we be able to contain and defeat this deadly pandemic?
Who will record it in the History books: if nobody survives?