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The kids came out on every block and in the streets they began to flock
They were in a state of panic, a state of shock
As they faced their darkest fear
There would be no presents this year!
The news spread quickly to the North Pole
There would be no deliveries to a single soul
Covid had shut all operations down
And poor old St Nick broke down
But the the elves were up to the task
They worked through the night to make masks
Masks were given to all the reindeer
Even Rudolph, whose mask had a hole in there
So his nose would glow, no need to despair
With a bottle of sanitizer in his sleigh
Santa Claus was on his way!
12-5-2020
Knowing not from what to start
the ache roaming into my heart just a part.
A vocation going beyond the call of duty
teaching in corona time EFL tutee.
Leave everything behind and head to school
be prudent.. teach, do your best and be cool.
Measures are being taken, no panic
just wear your mask and be dynamic.
Meet your pupils, they are now in groups
we only couldn’t afford sanitizer gel! oops!
Make sure on the virus your pupils sensitize
and the health protocols make them memorize.
As there are no coughs, no sneezes.. you're not at risk
just instill positive vibes and feel quite brisk.
Remember you have a previous term to consider
work hard and have your pupils quick on the trigger.
Now learning to maintain a safe environment
hygiene supplies is your only requirement.
From designing a lesson plan to a disinfection one
by the end of the school year, I'm afraid, I’ll be done!
I'm keeping track of
a big bug buzzing above my head, resembling
Public order. How did it get in, I wonder and
did it use hand-sanitizer before entering?
Silly thought are easy to come by these days
when yesterday came today and will likely
impose itself tomorrow, making my kitchen
calendar redundant, except for a dart game,
puncturing holes in the wall.
Today, a big rain washed out my plans
for grocery shopping, not in the mood
for freezing in long lines for the sake
of a jar of milk, some butter, bread, and eggs,
not to forget toilet paper, the prized item of
them all!
Painting my mask crossed my lazy mind
nailing it: Need love
I should come out of my mental coma sooner
than the vaccine, no health worker can decide that
and it won't hurt to call a friend and
pretend I care. Coping with lies is
easier now that I'm in house arrest
without committing a crime. Self-surveillance
doesn't quite work here, coughing at my shadow
has ideal effect! It barks back a word of wisdom
ladies, gentlemen, forever idiots, there 's an
empty bench under the apple tree. Live
without panic, in the firmament of existence, in
the ventilator of passing time.
His booming laugh made the tea cups rattle,
As he enjoyed his bubbly tea, his friends rat and mouse came round to the house
To join their friend for tea
They all wore masks to protect each other
No sickness between them would come
He was no mad hatter but he knew what mattered
So sanitiser he used, he tried hard not to cough
As he slowly rocked to make his friends their tea
He put in bags and sugar drops too, waiting for water to bubble
In a moment, he walked to where they sat, a tray of treats in his hands
He moved kind of slow, as bolts kept him from racing,
But this special night was his.
No bolt or stitch could stop his itch for his long awaited treat
He cut up some tea and cheese for rat and mouse to share,
Mouse sipped first and was the first to spit out,
Confusing the big old monster,
What's happened my friend, he said with a frown,
Rat giggling, now on the floor.
It wasn't water you used to make the tea
But hand sanitizer, is what you gave me,
Mouse now laughed and nodded his head
In my cup too, it smells.
Frankie blushed as he realised what he had done
His eyes danced with a little of laughter too.
When he saw that instead of water in the kettle, h
Heb boiled the hand sanitizer gel
And instead of tea, he kept everyone well.
The corona virus has crippled the
Economy and the nation
It seems to be on a death trip
Killing everyone it comes
In contact with
With several businesses having to
Closed their doors temporarily
Creates several problems
Like a recession
Businesses can’t pay the workers
If they’re not at work
How will people pay their bills
And have a roof over their heads
It’ll cause people to be homeless
It’s already taken away our social life
Causing people to feel like
Tuna in a can
It’s becoming worse and wide spread
That the shelves in stores are empty
With the items we need the most
Wipes and hand sanitizer
With a deadly virus upon us
Plus the start of a recession and
Hurricane season coming up
What’s to become of us now
Pray and pray hard
Even though it looks bad
Don't lose your faith
Once, when I was just a child,
my thoughts were innocent. I was undefiled,
playing with my toys.
There were Slinkys and Play-Doh, too,
plastic models and airplane glue,
fun for little boys.
But, one day, I decided to be like my dad.
I couldn't do it with the toys I had,
So, I went to Freud's hardware store.
"Nice beard, Sig. I'm tired of playing blocks."
The man behind the counter opened a box
inside a hidden drawer.
"Pandora's box has caused trouble since the world began,
but I've got these, if you want, young man."
What the heck did he mean?
He continued to talk, "Tyke, don't you fret.
Id, ego, and superego, they come as a set."
His eyes took on a strange gleam.
I paid him his money and back home I sped
to put the interlocking parts in my head
(without anesthesia).
But these pieces didn't coordinate.
Superego, told id, "You're my subordinate".
Id heard but had amnesia.
Ego pursued self-interest to the hilt,
but superego filled him up with guilt.
So, I went back to the store.
"I don't feel good since I bought this stuff."
With a devil's grin, Sig said, "That sounds tough.
You just need one thing more".
"It's expensive", he said, with a look of greed,
but I think it's something you might need,
and his eyes began to shine.
"Think of it as a kind of sanitizer.
Its trade name is 'The Rationalizer'."
I bought one, and I feel fine.
Covid 19
Covid 19
Pandemonium erupts
Toilet paper is king
Churches are cancelling
The choirs cannot sing
Covid 19
Covid 19
The last known hand sanitizer
Has been stolen out of the hands of a dead woman
A woman who was alive when she picked it up
But the man had an ax and was not afraid to use it
Covid 19
Covid 19
Schools are closing down fast and hard.
People are buying all the peanut butter they can carry
Family reunions are being cancelled
And brides and grooms are not allowed to marry
Covid 19
Covid 19
Such a pandemic of thoughtlessness
I had previously never seen
The level of angst and fear so high
The atmosphere quite mean
Covid 19
Covid 19
My heart is heavy today for the children so young
Who have no idea that celebrating no school is eventually going to be no fun
For one day they will have to make up what they miss today
Most likely their summer vacation they will have to pay
In an irrevocable warp speed instant,
my head collided into the likeness of drying tar,
absorbing each horrid layer of concrete.
That pitch-black, tacky substance covered my body,
so that I was trapped, sightless, into immobility.
With pounding pain, like a full force baseball bat swing
to the skull, like a head cold amplified myriad times,
my brain screamed for release
inside walls of perpetual pressure,
with nerve spasms massively extending
beyond the central blow.
The stench of blood-covered latex gloves
and hand sanitizer attempting to halt disease,
had me guessing that I was in a medical facility.
I could taste metal, as if I was becoming part machine,
conforming to constant monitor beeps.
Morphine drips slipped me into hallucinations,
or maybe just distressing dreams.
My opaque mind tingled for air, breath gasping
like an incessant snore, mouth slightly ajar.
I imagined drools somewhere, but felt no dampness.
Numbness soon overcame most pain,
setting me into a panic of possible lost limbs,
lost neck, lost head.
Dread of the unknown
cast me into a guarded sensation of
always falling, anticipating the jarring end.
Unable to scratch intermittent itches
or ask for assistance, I twitched inwardly,
trapped in a corridor of horrors,
with siren flashes passing through the darkness,
running for a door or window to open,
or if locked, to kick vigorously
through this mind prison.
There are no doors. There are no windows.
Only echoed pounding of
familiar voices floating
surrounded me.
I could smell my wife's Tea Rose perfume
upon approach, accompanied by
my three mostly grown daughters
with their authentic scent of home.
Some named friends and acquaintances
came at arbitrary times.
Some offered slurred words in somber tones.
Some were simply saturated in silence.
All were drenched with unspeakable grief.
Each loved one's screaming drop of saline
made me cry inside, but I doubt it seeped outwardly.
I longed to reach out to wipe away their liquid sorrow,
but my muscles were limp, each limb
like a redwood tree branch in stagnant air.
Written by Gail DeBole
On December 8, 2021
Updated on February 6, 2025
Before his fans entered the funeral’s door
They all read a sign that they couldn’t ignore.
The sign listed rules to be followed by his fans
Who had come to show respect for this funny man.
He wanted to make sure his mourners stayed safe.
To not follow these mandates would not help their fate.
Before they could enter to pay their respects
The first request was to all disinfect
By cleaning their hands with sanitizer provided
While social distancing six feet - they were all reminded.
Everyone had to show a card that proved
They were vaccinated at least times two.
They were all to wear masks to filter the air
In case Covid was in attendance there.
The comic - so funny while he was alive
Couldn’t resist entertaining even after he died.
Lying very still in a handsome blue suit
The comic exuded humor even though he was mute.
And as each person approached the casket to say a goodbye
Some laughed or you could see a smile in their eyes.
For the comic was lying there even in death
Wearing a face mask to not be a threat!
Is this mask a permanant shade
on which a new world order being built
it does make me timid to step out
I miss the smell of raw earth of the first rain.
fear of the unseen always haunted me
now it's verified that fear is real
did some one plant it or just evolved
both ways, Covid just keep us distance apart .
it wasn't long that I felt 'me' not in queue
until the next door man died and exhumed in stealth
kids, wife , parents all had that hollow looks ,
of fear if the unseen has entered our house,
desperately searching stock of sanitizer ,
a random deeper breath around makes us shiver .
Many experts were born on SM on the subject
people accepting anything like gospel truth
the evil planners must have their ugly smiles
since they achieved what they willed,
confusion, fear, surrender and obedience.
it's power, control and money they aim.
2000 years before we saw the same
when the rich priestly clan frightened men
of sins , rituals and punishments
That was the time the Saviour was born,
to forgive , purify and reform .
Will He come again this second time now
or is there a long oppression before His arrival ?