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If you had told me in 2011 that the Steven Soderbergh movie,
"Contagion," would one day play out in real life, I would've probably
laughed at you. It seemed like Hollywood fiction nine years ago.
Today, "Contagion" is literally playing out in real life!
Watch the movie now, I dare you! It's suddenly the scariest movie
ever made! It makes "The Exorcist" look like a comedy! We've lived
through the 1949 polio epidemic, and the SARS outbreak in 2003,
We've seen from afar the Ebola virus; largely limited to Africa...
but this virus, also known as "COVID-19" is a completely different animal.
Unlike Matt Damon's character in "Contagion", nobody is immune
to it. To call it a nightmare would be a gross understatement! Healthcare professionals are at their wit's end trying to control and contain it
We've never seen a paranoia-inducing monstrosity that is COVID-19.
It's an insidious, invisible foe that has left the entire world in
a state of complete paralysis; lives here in America and far beyond
have been disrupted it like never before! It keeps spreading...
like wildfire, and claiming lives at an alarming rate.
This Coronavirus pandemic has plunged the world into an abyss
of dread, but let us all cling to something infinitely powerful,
our faith. We'll get through this, by the grace of God.
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
Date written: 03/18/2020
Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed
solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world wide web turns
comprising second decade
of twenty first century
civilization, where
coronavirus veritably waylaid
furlough afflicts populations feeling betrayed
entire fabric *****sapiens staid
threadbare existence now best describes
chock full of endemic ennui proliferates,
where vast majority of people afraid
to leave their houses lest COVID-19 played
greater havoc, whereby society already upended
unemployment factor at record high since...
Great depression witnessed
courtesy somber parade,
eighty nine years ago benchmarked
from May 11, 2020,
an invisible oppressed heaviness weighed
down the madding crowds
aghast how stock market trade
hit rock bottom making paupers,
ill fate clobbered breadwinners
circumstance none could evade
October 29, 1929 haint no charade,
when Black Tuesday hit Wall Street
bitta bing bitta bang bitta played
bitty bitty chitty chitty bang bang
linkedin with irrational exuberance portrayed
American economy supine splayed
versus March 11, 2020 characterized
coronavirus outbreak as pandemic
by the WHO subsequently signaling
Trump cited "fake news" and not dismayed
to expedite drastic measures
none would impede golf, nor Mar-a-Lago
leisure him sipping lemonade
acid test teetotaler - tee zing 'bout
not quaffing electric kool-aid
without getting his doggy dimples in a bunch
he grudgingly complied and obeyed
purveyors (governors) and Anthony Fauci
complete United States government shutdown
approximately mid/late March 2020
which undertaking generated brisk business
grim reaper experienced
(still does) protracted heyday.
We've experienced pandemics before
but the COVID-19 virus is new.
This coronavirus we can't ignore
so self-quarantine, we're told we need to,
it’s not safe to socialize anymore.
The whole world abruptly ground to a halt
as airlines and cruise ships swiftly shut down.
And although China claims it's not at fault
established in Wuhan's wet market town,
this strain gained the leverage to pole-vault.
The stock market plunges deeper each day
and the economy's in a tailspin.
Politicians practiced at what they say,
seem somewhat vague about the peril we're in,
fearing this virus could be here to stay.
Every city’s rush hour traffic is light
resembling a twilight-zone episode.
Bars and restaurants are locked up tight
and all normal activities have slowed,
as folks shelter in place dealing with fright.
People's lives and livelihoods are at stake
with the elderly at more risk than most.
This virus bequeaths turmoil in its wake
and using current stats as a guidepost,
it'll take distancing to stop this outbreak.
(Quintain Sicilian)
03/20/2020
There's a sickness we all share
That's happening everywhere
Finding it in every place
And it is such a disgrace
Every city and small town
Has this sickness all around
There's no medicine or pills
That will cure this useless ill
Which is plaguing everyone
Something big needs to be done
Before and outbreak starts to spread
Which can lead to so much dread
We need to learn to control
This feeling deep down in our soul
That is burning with emotion
Leading to so much commotion
As our children see that we
Keep repeating history
Teaching them that it is fine
To keep this going down the line
Instead of finally breaking chains
That's causing torture and pain
We need to stop this awful illness
That's hateful and prejudice
No Illuminating Masked Gloves at Our Summer Break
A Summer Song
Oh the summer of 2020
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
We're all going through a summer break
No public gatherings
Funerals or weddings
No more gatherings for a week or two
Inactive ants and in house hands at our summer break
No more illuminating gloves for me or you
Help us Lord through this outbreak
For a week or two, stay inside
Dormant recuse jobs, school we deny
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
Summertime, and the livin' is inactive
Ants are dining and the hands are high
Oh, your uncle's little and your grandmother is hot
So hush my baby, don't you cry
Oh the summer of 2020
Covid, ramphant
I can't wait to do some dining with you
You can't wait to do some real living with you
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer in a pandemic
'Cause you were mine for the summer
Now we know it's nearly over
Feels like summer sunshine
But I always will remember
You were my summer love
Covid you're a novice always will be my pandemic
I wish they all could be ...freed
I wish they all would be ...non diseased
I wish they all could be like ants of the world
Carrying away their overload negative or positive
Summertime, and the livin' is inactive
Ants are dining and the hands are high did you wash them
Oh, your uncle's little and your grandmother is hot
So hush short baby, don't you cry fret not
Me and some gloves from everywhere
wash or watch them hands
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
Oh the summer of 2020
Summer dining had me a blast, oh yeah
Summer dining happened so fast,
Summer break drifting away,
To, uh oh, that summer break
Yeah the summer of 2020
Oh the summer of 2020
Covid, ramphant
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
No Illuminating Masked Gloves at Our Summer Break
7/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
Who hit it big: and who got snub!
The Oscar nomination is in
Who got snub and who won?
Would the world become a better place?
When a father can take his son to the park
Before dark without all gun fire;
Life can take us anywhere, but no matter where we go
Let pray that isn’t an outbreak of the flu,
To make us stay indoor with all the aches
and pain behind closed doors
Intensify and scary; as it may seem until Quvenzhané Wallis
9-Year-Old youngest best actress nominee,
In Hollywood nomination history: won her first trophy
Just when you thought everything was going great
Hundreds of whales trapped under the frozen water near Canada:
Mother Nature is definitely trying to tell us something.
To believe that it was warmer in that part of that region:
a confused school of whales;
Had to bailed
Ben Laden death photo may stay secret
Why not reveal it?
It might be better off saving the one horn Rhino
Or debating the value of a family dog in Texas
One more day in a verse in the news
PLAGUED BY MEMORIES
Some memories shimmer but don’t last
Yet others put down roots so very deep
Creating versions as dreams when sleep
And earn their place that they can keep
In the mind’s timeless universe, so vast
They cause an outbreak, like the plague
Hidden for years, then total devastation
Much more than any mere perturbation
One can wonder about their motivation
Always sharp focussed, and never vague
It’s torture, just explain it to me, please
The stuff of nightmare, but whilst awake
Tell me, just to stop, what would it take
Some blessed relief, for Goodness’ sake
Or am I still to be plagued by memories
1. Not thrown out of the show business
every year’s good and never less
my age placed in his mind’s steerage
I’m down to prove he won’t manage
it is no different loving him
I'm older but with the same vim.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
2. I am an atmosphere of ease
together can lay and eat cheese
we are a perfect assortment
I’m his entire allotment
my wear can’t be an allergy
the mind still has same energy
naughtiness I can also brew
staying so drunk under fun’s screw.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
3. None stays acidly expectant
my years of play, a lubricant
I swim in it with him, my drake
denied has been conflicts’ outbreak
romance rhythmed by a septet
but just two are the Architect
both young, both old, difference’s weaver
like my far age, ‘best’ feels deeper.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
4. Scared of the city’s outcry
Now upgraded after our try
my kisses and massage, his lunch
signals of softness in a bunch
to his fun, never came down draught
in his love, each other we taught
I'm a mum, lover and teacher
he's a thirty-year-younger Sir.
Chorus
A freebooter visits his youth
but my hands put him under soothes
I am grown, a feminine roué
not in charge he’s quite the Princeling
first time to be out of his niche
same game but in a bigger pitch.
How could failure be my gain?
As much as I tried hard
Sad and tired
I had tried and failed again
I nursed the thought for moments
And importing sporadic loosed comments.
I gave up... was about to give up
Like a broken glass cup.
Then came the spider
Black and furry legs like an armored tank
Sinking deep into space
Soaring higher....
Glued to a tiny transparent web
From its thorax`s bank
Caressing the air at every ebb
Like a policeman on a chase.
Pulled down
It was back spinning
Every time, it was winning
Like the outbreak of dawn
Such determined little thing
And its web, feeble and thin.
Amazed at the awe of its finished
Magnificent web tentacles
Exposed by the flaunted rays of light
Her mighty sank in the middle
Like a queen awed by her beauty.
My oozing shame away went
A pure hope in me trickles
That I felt in me a new might
To fight failure of its meddle
Off my life and join the success party.
This spider could achieve
Farther and wider
For this I believe
I have got the effect of a spider.
Who are we really?
Who are we trying to be?
That is an hard question to answer for some,
Who are we?
What do our looks say about us?
Do we focus on the outer appearance too much?
Do we try to cover our true selves up when we go out for lunch?
Who are we trying to be?
Why do we put on a mask to cover up our flaws on our face?
All that really matters is what's inside our hearts,
Yet we carry our mask with us wherever we go,
Is it because we all have lost some of our faith?
Who are we trying to be?
Popular, pretty, successful, strong, confident?
If you truly love yourself, then all those concepts don't matter,
If you look in the mirror, what do you think it would say?
Who you are is, whoever the Lord made you to be,
Your image is inside you, inside your heart, your actions outbreak your words always
Be true to your self, and your heart will surely show your true identity.