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Blessed are they who follow the law of the Lord! Psalm 117:1 (responsorial)
Like it or not, we need regulations to protect the common good. But what about rules you believe are arbitrary? Have you ever thought about breaking any? That thought crossed my mind time or two! When it’s tempting to rebel, think about this truth: Along with rights, we have responsibilities to one another.
Consider how the recent pandemic, brought on by the invisible corona virus, impacted us. Stay-at-home orders, along with social distancing and face mask guidelines were mandated-not to punish us, but to protect us. Let’s face it-no one really likes being told what to do or when to do it. What makes sense to me may not make sense to you. And that’s okay. We are responsible for one another regardless of our views. While we may not always be of one mind, God’s law of love calls us to be of one heart.
Gail Goleas
The month of fasting has come
The month of contemplation has come
Has come the holy month to the followers of Muhammad SWA
Home quarantine is going on
Isolation system is going on
Going on the festival - stay home; corona must be gone
NCoV-19 enjoying the social distancing all around world
Residual homes are now self made jail zone
To save the future lives from infectious doom
Wherever you go for the virus world is now jail horizon
Satan enjoys all eleven months according to Mohammedan tone
Heard that God imprisons the Satan for good praying in this month
But how wonderfully the believers are in lockdown on earth
By God's verdict now the virus is the independent Satan
Socalled believers are living in the penance of undone
24.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy
Too much information making all of us dizzy
Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine
Running out of toilet paper making us mean
“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Scientists scrambling now to find the cure
Hurry!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
What started out in China as an epidemic
No respecter of nations totally pandemic
All around the world countries shutting down
Even New York City looks like a ghost town
Is there no end to this viral mess
As our way of life’s forced to evanesce?
Scary!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
March 14, 2020
Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Little known virus billed with hype
is much like the elusive snipe
look for clues and bilk mysteria.
COVID-19 is a blight
take your temperature, dispel fright
combat the urge of hysteria.
Cancellations? don't groan and gripe
take wise advice to wash and wipe
learn CDC’s criteria.
Counter laziness, use your might
raise your normal household fight
reduce viruses, bacteria.
Social distancing is an archetype
of honest help instead of tripe
Heed experts in your area.
Apply intentional foresight,
Observe limits with sweetness and light
Thank God this is NOT malaria.
March 16, 2020
Will it be a fling?
This ‘social distancing’
Or is it here to stay
Like that hasty marriage
Where both partners pay
And before locking down
The whole town
It didn’t occur to you
Even once
How’ll those love birds
Ignite their romance?
But the Agony Aunts
Please don’t commiserate
These in-love fellas
Will still have their date
Do you really think
'Self-isolation' will do the trick
Cure these love-sick
You’re wrong
They’ve always been doing
Nothing else, but day dreaming
Planning secret meetings
Dodging prying eyes
Inventing all those lies
Poor thing
Now he has tested positive
Not for COVID-19
You stupid
But CUPID-20
You knew
He was vulnerable
But smart that he is
He’ll ensure
It’s not uncomfortable
And before you forcibly
Take him away
Just listen to
What he has to say
“Chill mate
I’m ready to co-operate
But with a condition
The world I’ll shun
But lock me up
With her
Let my Valentine
Be my quarantine.”
I came sneaking around to see what I could see, I saw you long before you saw me. You thought I was friendly, so you went out partying. You did not know I would carry, hurt~pain and death galore. Now my cousins have been around visiting, maybe you have meet Delta and Omicron. You thought a simple vaccination would get rid of us, guess we are here to stay. Proper hygiene~masks~social distancing, may help to keep us at bay. Our family started over sixty years ago, just another flu here to stay.
Date Written: 12/30/2021
What brings me joy is getting together with friends,
oh, not in person, that's a no-no at this time but on line;
we dance Latin and I love to find their smiles shine,
love to organize my art, paints, pencils and pens.
Walks each day brings happiness for Spring is here,
have started a nature journal of sketches, words;
I am getting accomplished at sketching those wild birds,
life is adjusting and I am somehow filled with cheer.
My cat is blissful to have me home for this time,
lots of writing, meditating, painting and deep thinking;
with all the walks and exercise I am shrinking,
have seedlings thriving, flowers, basil, oregano, thyme.
Social distancing is a drastic thing for us to endure,
have found things within myself that I never knew before.
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March 29, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Finding Joy and Cheer
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1239-886-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, A Cheerful Rhyme
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Honorable Mention
C arrier covered chronic cancer called **************
O ver wide oral and contact dread spreading across the globe,
R ammed earth from Wuhan made a weakling of all pride
O bscurity greeted science and researchers scampers for safety
N o to movements, except essential, ALL confined to compartment & solitude,
A poplexy, keeps men off the the routines as economy of nation tumbles
V irus made quick casualties as atheist and skeptics rethink their theory.
I ntensive care units now Emergency situations & humans feared one another
R azzle dazzle attraction & religious assemblages save one, retires.
U niversal measures dictated and defined by Mask, hygiene and separation.
“S ocial distancing” the strangest word never heard of in the the etymology of words.
Imagine there is no pandemic, vaccines and creation of controversy and lies
Imagine there is no wearing of masks and breathing difficulties
Imagine there are no social distancing and no people going to sleep in hunger
Imagine there are no barriers between the rich and the poor, that there is no one better than the other
Imagine standing hand in hand helping the needy as much as we enrich the wealthy
Imagine if corruption was punishable as much as stolen goods by he who does so only to buy drugs to recompense the apatite and that materialism wasn’t a song of praise and worship from those who have status
Just imagine if we all go to bed and there is no one hungry or impoverished and that the universe circulated the same for everyone
Imagine a Nation so united fighting together to stand together knowing that the Janitor deserves the same respect as the Managing Director
Imagine the value of education eliminating disadvantages, creation of thieves and desperation of people
Imagine IQ not calculated as being clever but caring and loving
Poet
Masego Nkuna
I see you, my two-legged neighbor
stopping and standing at the yellow-tape barricade to my home.
I wonder where you all have been?
I miss you walking on your looped path through my backyard
with wires going into your ears and those branches you carry as you walk,
the headbands on the fast-walkers and the colorful shoes of some.
I DON’T miss the smaller two-legs who try to chase me up a tree
or those barking four-legs that try to eat me for lunch!
But I DO miss you quiet ones who seem to adore the serenity of my home –
smelling flowers, listening to birds, admiring trees,
beholding the sky’s colors at sundown,
tossing nuts or bread crumbs to my kind.
What you call ‘social-distancing’
I call a way of life…
Mutual respect,
Mutual solitude.
Written 6 Apr 2020