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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.
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
By hook and crook
I passed two days of lockdown.
On 3rd day i made up my mind
Not to take task at home in hand.
I left kitchen and home on her behalf.
But 12 hours of day
I couldn't spend without work.
So i decided to play an adventure game
My soulmate was competent in the game.
First of all i made a cloth ball with my hands
We shall try to catch it on both end.
She and i entered into the hall
To play game with hands made ball.
The rules of game were decided first
Hold catch 2 points and dropped catch 3 points
We started it only for fun
But regret, we forgot it very soon.
I threw the ball
She caught and scored two points .
She tried to dodge me
But i caught and started with same points.
The game was going on
Throw and catch
Catch and throw the ball.
Clapped at every point
We were the players
We were the spectators
Enjoying game at both ends.
But my fate never liked my happiness
I was just behind her on points table
It my turn to throw the ball
I held it as rugby player hold ball.
Threw it hard towards her
Unfortunately she missed the ball
It made her face an extra ball.
The game was finished without declaration
No one defeated, no one was win.
One side the flooded Ganges
Other hand the hungry lioness
Childhood song i understood this day.
Hurt lady at home
Corona warrior was on road
To catch culprit of lockdown
Difficult to select
Either stayed in or out in lockdown.
I stood unmoved till conscious back
Hurriedly i took towel to use as mask
Opened the doors and ran out.
'Stay in', ordered a cop to me
But who had time to listen it.
A ball from my doors targeted me
But this time luck saved me.
Married man knew married man very well
So he helped me to save from hell.
He said me politely,
'stand under margosa tree in isolation '
I followed his instructions with deep breath
But it was damn evening
When honest man asked me,
'Choose home or quarantine of 14 days'
There was no option
So defeated soldier turned back to home.
She was sitting in sofa as queen
Watched as tigress looked lamb in grass green.
She turned on the TV at high volume
Highlights of WWE was going on tv screen
Punches after punches listened neighbours
With wrecked smile on lips
They asked me next day
' who won the match yesterday?
With blissful optimistic perspective
Isolation can serve as a blessing
While propped toward zealous onward pressing
Trusting God* for His sovereign directive.
Facing quarantine** enforcement measure
Hopeful soul soars freely through faith wings’ might
Serenely smiting isolation fright
Within the Saviour’s fellowship pleasure.
Never separated from loved one’s voice
Gracious heart keeps willingly reaching out
Encouraging with cheers prayers can shout
Assuring care, making others rejoice.
Offering presence despite lockdown pain
Kind gestures extend ready assistance
Through social media defying distance
To help someone cope from pandemic’s strain.
Grateful to linger more in Christ’s glowing
I stay secured, enclosed by His embrace
For spiritual revival and service grace
Vanquishing isolation’s billowing.
*Psalm 112:7 He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
July 31, 2020
9th place, "Isolation Philosophy" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 7/31/2020.
the Covid 19 pandemic has changed
the entire world ... and me personally
I am a different person now
have found a serenity and tranquility
I never had
with such depth and feeling
and weep for those who have died
and those struggling to live
~ I can find a stillness and beauty in small things
and I am able to forgive and reach out with peace and love
able to look inward ... and I like the new me~
in our third lockdown here and it is strict
we are told to stay home .. our borders are closed
but I have found joy in on-line shopping and zoom visiting
and I may never have to go out again ...
but as a former nurse I needed a routine
to follow ...
~ I have a time for writing poetry and a time for art
a time to read and a time for research
I have a time to ponder and a time to journal ... ~
my nest has never been so clean and tidy
oh yes, I have a routine in place for that too
I tend to dust a lot ... and talk to plants
have been looking at Mom's old cookbooks
found some great recipes to try
have decluttered my closets ... and my mind
and thank God for my sweet cat to snuggle up with
~ I have been an introvert all my life
always seeking silence- a need
like breathing air ... now, I let it wrap me in silent wings
after this pandemic quietude ... the butterfly in me
... will emerge ~
___________________
May 11, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/looking inward
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1353-966-11
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Your
Philosophy During This Pandemic
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 05/14/2021
First Place
Disposition tilts dogma of poetaster
elicits, nevertheless adopting role jester
trending toward vagueness exhibited
by Addams family uncle Fester.
Yours truly makes exception to his
preference for law and order, viz
sanctioning upheaval particularly
avast mayhem curried kindled, biz
zee ness linkedin courtesy divine whiz
hard re: coronavirus (COVID-19).
Oh...just a slight digression duration
approximately no longer than left
middle, or... right third eye blind blink
a show of hands via augmented and/or
virtual reality who recall children's pink
cuss Zuckerman lyrics, I roundly think
nonsense verse skidda marinky dinky dink
though a curmudgeonly fella, a catchy tune
me and the boys (at taproom) sing up drink
dated to more apropos synchronize Asia chink
lets the sunshine, thru trumpeting don vizier
touting America upon self destructive brink
allowing, enabling, and providing participation
within convenience er... rather forced lockdown
yet safely and soundly sequestered blame ratfink
microscopic organism (alluded 17) lines above
pitching capitalistic qua Laissez faire economy.
Accordance to crude Dickensian nostrildamus
whose predictions noted for reference to nose
everything about hmm... sax and violins crows
excitedly (pretend ye did not read orgasmically)
as United States of America pushed to breaking
into bajillion pieces metaphorically, aye suppose
Six weeks in to this lockdown
People now are beginning to frown
Queuing up is now the norm
Hold on tight ride this storm
Complacency Could make you sick
Social distancing is the trick
Don't be fooled by the stats
It's like a bed with broken slats
I understand we've had the peak
The death toll is playing hide n seek.
Up and down like a roller coaster
Please please look at the NHS poster
We all know it's not easy
Staying in won't make you queasy
If you break the lockdown rule
Then you are a real fool
While we wait for the government plan
Get your homes spik and span
So Thursday is the day of finding
Until then at least stay in hiding
If it's not what you wanted
Don't shout and get agitated
Its been decided for your own sake
Its a decision I couldn't make
So yesterday's figure was seemingly lower
At 288 deaths it's nearly over
Then today a total of 693
Lockdown needs to remain can't you see
This poem is written Tuesday 5th of May
In your home you must stay
This is not the time to disagree
From this virus we cannot flee
Let it ride it's unjust course
As it's a nasty virus with no remorse
The Keyworkers and those who do good
Should be awarded with a knighthood
So here's my message to you all
Think of the vulnerable they can easily fall
Think of those people in surgical gowns
Please I beg you STAY IN LOCKDOWN
Remain inside your own house,
To keep away from virus;
Don't ever roam like a mouse,
The disease is contagious.
Keep safe under your own roof,
Place your life in quarantine;
There's no need to taste the proof
Of deadly covid-nineteen.
Let front-liners do their task,
Sans hindrance and distraction;
Go to market with face mask,
Or wait for food and ration.
What if the doctor and nurse
Succumb to unseen monster;
The things will turn even worse,
Health hazard will get longer.
So let lockdown be applied,
No touch, no hug, no handshake;
Not a few patients have died,
Precautions we have to take.
Form: Tanaga
When the pandemic lockdown is over
I will be springing from my cage in leaps and bounds.
I will run down the street hugging all the neighbors I have never met
I will be driving to my grandchildren’s homes to smother them with kisses.
I will hunt each and every grandchild down no matter how far I have to drive.
Drive! Wait! I can still drive! Hooray for that; I hope so anyway.
When the shelter-in-place is over I will go to the stores I used to pass.
I will go in and out of every one, to see everything I have ever missed.
I will drag home some things I will never use, just like before.
I will try one some clothes at fancy clothing stores.
I will buy art supplies, and I will paint my happiness all over my house.
For when the Pandemic lockdown is over, I will fly from my cage and be free!
'Twas the night before tomorrow
And the morning after that.
Father Time passed by discretely,
Didn’t even tip his hat.
The calendars of bygone years
Stacked up to nothing much.
The women I’d been cozy with
Keep mostly out of touch.
Can’t measure by semesters
With a stale curriculum.
Can’t reckon by elections
And corrupt officialdom.
The priests of possibilities
Preach sermons on TV,
And offer their salvation
With extended warrantees.
Shameless conmen hawking snake oil
Rake in millions every year,
With quarantines and lockdown
On the omicron frontier.
Tried to tip toe past temptation
Couldn’t circumvent the booze.
All those Christmas decorations
Can’t disguise these solstice blues.