Long Pandemic Poems
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My response is diverse, because no two reasons are the same.
Some come from a king, and some from a dame.
Some are allergic, asthmatic, or worse.
I do not live in their body, do not carry their purse.
Their reasons live in apartments above their brain shelf.
They are drinking bourbon, and chasing a green house elf.
Their reasons are giggling and laughing with glee.
Chasing science around the corner, farther than I can see.
I hear excuses, and I wonder which ones are legit.
I’d like them all to be vaccinated, but I do not have a fit.
I do not try to convince them, because they know their own heart.
To listen to each other, is truly an incredible start.
Some try to convince me, thinking there is only their way.
When they do this, I recognize there is no reason to stay.
Their reasons hang on to their shoulders and shake a finger at me.
I run away as fast as I can, saying I am called away suddenly.
My response to one person might be an opposite response to another.
The reasons may vary completely from my father and mother.
I listen and learn, and try to be open minded and kind,
because the pandemic might kill them so it may be my last time.
Under the gloomy sky, anybody pass by
The overcast cloud hid the first light
Last night rain left the damp tan lawn
Bare trees remain in the dormant dawn
The wild doves unusually stay silent
The chickadees calmly leap on branch
While sparrows pick fresh buds on canes
Do they fear the earthquake shocks again?
On the walkway, the California quails stroll
They replace the morning student’s role
While boys and girls stay safe at home
With their family, tune in the news to roam
Follow up the Covid-19 pandemic numbers
The death tolls from the Earth’s corners
Or maybe it’s the end of our humankind?
Is there a process this virus can be confined?
My dearest love, Judy dear
I’m thinking of you and us
It was happiness year after year
All too soon those years have passed
We did recognize each other
From the very beginning though we
Were afraid to hurry up further
For about a year or three
In the 2020, the pandemic year
Was it in June, or in May?
You told me I love you and I said my dear
I love you too – since that day
We were close together, my darling
Every bird on your fence sang for us
Our evenings, nights and mornings
Flickered by so extremely fast
Little did we know, my sweetheart
It’s a year ago today
Your passing set us apart
Now your lovely ecards I play
Reading your words, full of love
I know we shall meet again
Can’t say when, but there’ll be sun above
Later that day there’ll be rain..
Global pandemics,
like egocentric panics,
present a crisis
of EarthSystemic preventive health care
Revolting against
overpowering economic extraction,
overwhelming weapons against EarthTribe habitats
preserving resilient human green capital reinvestment
in self-disciplined scales of reproducing
voluntary overpopulation degeneration
to extend anthro survival time
to embrace EarthTrival win/win space
Committed to local green communal needs
ecologically enlightened
and economic Whole GreenBlue Earth empowering
long-term resilient win/win viral passions
for restoring EarthJustice,
Green multiculturally cooperative Peace
Gospel messages
advocating Beatitude tools,
not bad attitude weapons
orthodoxically leftbrain aimed
to punish everyday ignorant sinners
Pandemically conspiring to kill,
or at least deeply wound,
green polycultural health seasons
of ego/eco-systemic bicameral wealth
Of positively viral insight:
To lose StraightWhite patriarchal
leftbrain treasons against bicameral mental health
to continue embracing fundamentalism's win/lose
monetized salvation
through competitive self-redeeming egocentricities,
is like winning a short-term
yet chronically stressful battle
to lose our long-term leftbrain dominant war
Against compassionate
winLeft/winRight interdependent contagion
of and for
even more
ego/eco-politically green health
polycultural outcomes
co-investing in viral wealth communication.
I am chained to my TV set by way of recliner
Planning daily to break the chain
Or at least bend it a bit
But until the fires and the floods come
Here I sit
Doing none of the things
That bring me joy
Holding a remote in my hand
A remote that is controlling me
Has taken over my mind
Is telling me what to do and when to do it
I am ready for a flood
Or a fire
Or anything
To shake me up
And break me up
And get me to the church on time
Or get me to the restaurant where I could meet friends
This pandemic has me glued to CNN
Where the numbers keep going up.
Ninety-eight thousand and sixty-eight Americans have died so far
Of the Coronavirus or something else?
I am chained to the TV
Yet I do not even believe in it.
I am broken, shaken, messed up.
I am going to have to BE the fire and the flood
But not right now.
Right now
The remote is in my hand
And I am not afraid to use it.
"Pandemic gave many lessons. How many did we learn?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Running after money ~ not bothering about health and joy
Trying to reach the top ~ not bothering about living joyously
Spending all on satisfaction of senses ~ not saving for future
Hooked on to electronic devices ~ not spending time with loved ones
Bothering more about appearance ~ forgetting inner beauty
Copying others ~ no clue where we are headed
Knowing life is transient ~ living as if we are eternal
We need to reset our life ~ our priorities
03.07.2021
Submitted to Global reset, Joe Maverick
Syllables count checked at PS syllables counter
Rank 6th
This Christmas season is much too bleak
The pandemic is sending it up the creek
because the elves are sick with Carona Virus
A situation that's far from being desirous
and getting worse with every passing week
Even the reindeer are wearing a sad frown
There won't be enough toys to go all around
and now Santa is infected with the Covid germ
Mrs. Claus is so worried, she's started to squirm
The world is tensed on the edge of a lockdown
I heard Santa talking to the North Pole Mayor
hoping to postpone the holiday everywhere
How will parents soothe children when they see
that no presents were left beneath the tree?
"The Grinch stole Christmas, and that's not fair!"
Last night in my dream the red-eye monster was canvassing the neighborhood, followed me through the eerily quiet streets to my home, and set foot on the patio below my window through which I could see its thorn crown.
I woke up trembling and then, an hour later, it revisited this time
inside the kitchen, feasting on homemade cookies until
it was my shriek of fear that grabbed its attention
and it stepped up to my room, locked from inside, and then
it was an ear away whispering, thou shall not worry, I'm done for the night, though I'm not a guy working nine to five at a bank. But I shall be back. I woke up in my dream to the aroma of coffee and rays of sunshine, looked down and saw it sipping on the patio, fresh for its morning assignment, looked up and gave me a friendly hello.
Did you get a good sleep? Swell. And that's when my incessant cough began.
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”.
We are indebted seriously
To all free spouts covered
Whose nozzles hardly suspire
And hanged up to rest in subsequent sighs
But keep hoping the wait be over soon
We are indebted seriously
To all hands withheld from howdy to observe
Social distance relations it doesn't admire
As we do wanting to draw the heaven nigh
But only with words, most people reach for the moon
We are indebted forever
To the lives lost to Corona virus
That are most likely to have been saved
For more grace to sail in the boat of life
But to no avail, all efforts proved abortive
We are indebted forever
To the streets littered with corpses
Of the less privileged burnt as offerings
In fear not to spread the virus
But in surprise, the rich were given befitting burials
We are indebted forever
To the health personnel
Who lost their lives
Trying to save others' lives in duty
But beyond aid, they crossed the bar
We are indebted forever
To the press reporters
Spreading information and saving lives
Reaching out to audiences in risk
But for honor, they were not awarded
We are indebted forever
To those who lost their jobs to pandemic
And couldn't find another means of survival
Than to watch their lives in the hand of hunger
But for hope, it was just hoping for the uncertain
We are indebted forever
To those that died of hunger
Whose death was recorded as corona death
So as to make numbers and headlines
But while starving, nothing much came through...
We are indebted forever
To the stage of earth
And nature's reaction
Beyond science research
That no vaccine ideally set us free
We are indebted forever
To the kind hearted men
Who did give away in abundance
Than the societies less expected
In secret that sorrows flee many houses
Happy survival!
To all who God's grace kept
From the touch of Corona
And still breathe
Without trouble in healthy system
We can not do this forever
Crying for love, for hatred, for death
And forget the sick Rose and the healthy night
For peace ahead of us in regret
Wandering lonely as a thick cloud
In the eyes of time traveling through the clock
Where end is not ascertained like the blast of waterfall
When... when shall we gladly go
For cheers, for gaze and for praise
That are ceased up in Corona's craziness?