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COVID - NINETEEN
The venomous virus Covid- Nineteen
demanding social distancing, isolation,
even if needed sometimes quarantine
as measure of compulsive precaution.
Now to face stagnant standstill static state.
Vivacious virus, scary spectral
menacing infections all over states
creating severe sufferings, sometimes fatal.
Shock of sudden demise not to endure.
Not permitted natural cremation.
Jab not fool proof, no surety to cure.
Precious lives going on devaluation.
How to tackle virulent virus?
Always on mutation in its status.
06/29/21
'Cerona Virus( COVID 19 )
Contest by Robert James Logouri
When the AIDS crisis began to happen,
safe sex became the lifestyle of the majority of the population,
and then the spread of AIDS took a noticeable quick reduction.
Eyes, Ears, Nose and Mouth everyone,
and any recent wounds that may be open,
Protect these areas and just like AIDS,
this corona virus thing will noticeably and quickly go away,
just remember to wash your hands and face regularly.
If a droplet of this dreaded disease,
should land on your hands and you rub your eyes unconsciously,
you have provided an entrance for this virus to invade your body.
Eyes, Ears, Nose and Mouth everyone,
protect these areas and any open wound,
Wash your hands and face regularly in and outdoors,
and this virus will disappear for sure,
without the need for any vaccinations,
and without the need for any degree of quarantine confinement.
Protect yourself seriously, and walk the streets freely,
without fear of catching or spreading this viral disease.
Wearing gloves is an added precaution you can take,
wear sun or clear safety glasses depending on the time of day,
wearing ear plugs is another added precaution,
when going outdoors to whatever needed location.
Protect yourselves and just apply some common sense everyone,
and we will all get through this taxing, trying situation,
without any advice, quarantine or marshal law from any government.
Please be smart and please be safe everybody.
Yours In Extensionality,
YourKidster, Billy
“Lay still, don’t move” were the thoughts in his mind,
When the enemy shot overhead,
He demanded he not move a muscle at all,
Else he’d wind up being all dead,
And he lay there alone, isolated from harm,
Not attracting a bullet his way,
With snap ricochets of invisible dots,
Flying outside every day,
Hours to days to weeks walked on by,
Till the coughing of bullets slowed on down,
When he dared to raise his head from his trench,
To see all over his town,
The bodies of people, death laying still,
More dead than he’d ever seen,
After the war of “us” versus “it”,
After the war with COVID nineteen.
Entered into Julie Liegh Quarantine contest written first week of quaranteen in Australia
I cannot wait for forty days
For this life is all too fleeting
And forty nights without your gaze.
Might well stop my heart from beating
So send me off to hermitage
Where no one will hear my bleating.
Yet such must be our heritage
When death from plague lies in the air
Life’s price in an uncertain age.
Believers may find peace in prayer
Yet for me their words ring hollow
And so alone, I face death’s stare.
But cannot cross though lights are low
For it’s your flame I must follow.
The word "quarantine" originates from quarantena, the Venetian language form, meaning "forty days". This is due to the 40-day isolation of ships and people practised as a measure of disease prevention related to the plague.Wickipedia
What matters most to me now
midst enhanced community quarantine during pandemic time...
or along turmoil because of varied crises?
Let me express them
in my ABC way:
Assurance of God’s love* always abounding
Bliss with Christ’s peace-filled benefits
Compassion to extend, along care and concern
Drive toward hopeful tomorrows’ dreams
Expectations for prayers earnestly expressed
Faith fervently fortified against fears
Goodness grants from the Saviour’s governing grace
Heart kept in the Lord’s safeguarding health
Illumined mind by Scriptures’ truth-instructions
Jubilation while sharing, through phone calls, Gospel of Jesus
Kindness around kinship bond while thanking King of kings.
*Jude 1:21 Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.
March 27, 2020
1st place, "What Matters Most To You" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 4/4/2020.
O COVID with the MO-VID, you murder bug,
Your sweet quarantine champions my gloom.
Never the buff of a handshake or hug,
Serene in the still of my fond hermit room,
Blessed detention, the liberty of walls;
And though this woe suffers me to talk
To those within these connubial halls,
Exposing my hokum, I say Fie to the Pock,
And mop my **** on duplicitous reams
Of Scotts fair ply, though I’m uncertain why
I stalk the isles in this squirreling dream
Most grateful to shop, most willing to buy
What I do not know: what this mad old bastard
Needs from his truth, and what happens after.
Seven years gone by his eighth life now spent
Stumbling flank comes Ringo, my fat drunk cat
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine
As I Wait for the dreaded number nine
The label I hide on the wine bottle
Has been soaked in poison now for a time
Promptly stuck for Ringo, it hits his paw
They told me of the psycho cat's demise
Not too long after his last curtain call
No guilt do I feel, for that mean old cat
Eerie board walk creaks near the white sand beach
Each and every time I think he’s back
September 14, 2020
Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
As I awoke to a brand-new day
I asked Him to direct my path
To protect and guide, lest I should fall
And keep me free, from grief and wrath
In haste, I departed on an errand
Forgot - if I, had locked the door
Returned and found that all was well
Now,- to that sale, at the discount store
About a mile down the interstate
"One Lane Closed," the sign read
A mass of crumpled steel I saw
I, - could have been, there instead
The sale now ended, when I arrived
"They're all gone", the clerk advised
For that item, I had waited long
Now, I would have to improvise
I heard an old friend was confined
At a rest-home, in the next town
A call revealed, a quarantine imposed
I'd have to wait, before driving down
I had tried to do what I thought best
But obstacles altered what I chose
As I analyzed events of the day
The picture I, began to compose
Watching the evening news, I learned
An interstate accident, with one dead
And a recall on the item, I had sought
Injuries had occurred, - the reporter said
So, - back to that morning prayer -
Did He supply my wants, - - or needs ?
Consolation I found, "alone" - with Him
As I read, - Jeremiah, ten: twenty three
Colan L Hiatt = 02-24-13
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Forty days and forty nights in lock down
Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum
Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert
Isolation in my own four walls in solitude
Puffing and panting from the magic scented flacon
Fragrant innocence of lost childhood in terminal decline
Slimming down expectations for a slice on the road to Nirvana
I light sandalwood from a candle of flickering dreams
Perfumed ideation adamantly adheres to waxen resolve
It's only over when the slim lady sung a tune of lifting reprieve
I hope that she has been told when to bow for applause
And that the virus chokes on the curtain of epical demands
Like a bat out of hell I run round in circles along my four walls
Loose count of repetitions as I pace an eclipse of boredom
Enact biblical scenes with a teddy bear and ragged dolls
Lego figures dance a concert of doom with swift ballerinas
Trinkets on the mantlepiece rejoice in prominent position
Count their blessings and have their day in the lime light
Super powers of alien invasion penetrate my face mask
Order my persona to reveal resilience and count down
The apocalypse for when the gloves are off and insanity ends
03rd April 2020
My shadow is waiting patiently to yell at me,
reading Sartre's Being and Nothingness, my ankle
brushing against its thigh.
Too bad you had to sell your soul to stay alive!
There's something odd about it today, sometimes we're
kindered cousins, and sometimes Camusian strangers, needing
psychotherapy, typically the distance between us is larger than
six feet.
I don't want to have bad feelings toward it, I 've looped around it several times to keep it from dragging us to the ground. If it were thinner it'd be easier!
I correct myself giving it a reassuring smile to let it know life's easier without
quarrels between us – as long as we keep a healthy distance, far enough to avoid a handshake, and close enough to keep company in this bitter year of grief. It asks
how do we fight someone whose strength we don't understand?
You never know when it needs a kidney from me. I am its distraction and
vice versa.
Yesterday we settled into seats facing one another. It laughed
life's better in this barren habitat of solitude. But I wasn't ready
for an after-the-quarantine talk, I pushed away and turned to leave
but it nuzzled its face into my neck, demanding to know how I can
feel so perfectly when my wife's in hospital. We're both getting used to
no need for human contact – social distancing's ultimate effect.