Waiting for a day
Confine myself in a tree
Hustle bustle free.
I staged a race
Came in number one
Cuz I was the only
One to run
I have never made a mistake.
Except for that one time
When I thought I had made a mistake
But I was mistaken.
Is it the virus
Or is it the flu
I’m trapped in the house
Making horrible noises
And I’m told by the “experts”
Those are my choices
I’m wearing gloves, mittens and masks
Which makes every chore so much more of a task
So far I’m succeeding with a spray and a spritz
Just hope I don’t wind up with a case of the s**ts
I’ve taped alcohol swabs
To the tips of my fingers
So that after texting
Nothing else lingers
And just when I thought
I could bear no more
Some nutcase just painted
A big C on my door
John G. Lawless
©5/17/2022
In this time of quarantine,
One does not know
Whether you are being forgotten
Or you’re suffering all alone.
You miss going outside,
To Escape from your worries.
You miss seeing your classmates,
That cheered and entertained you daily.
You miss shopping at large stores,
splurging and rewarding yourself.
You miss visiting restaurants,
An opportunity to enjoy company as well as scrumptious meals.
You may not get the chance to physically meet the people who lighten up your mood,
You may not acknowledge attempts made by friends and family to socialise with you,
You may push people away thinking your alone,
But you’re not.
Everyone you love, is a phone call away.
Just because you are distanced from them, doesn’t make you alone.
We are all quarantined to our homes,
All of us have similar daily challenges in adjusting with the situation.
But we’re all in the same boat,
So we may think we’re alone but we’re not alone.
WE’RE NEVER ALONE.
Because of the end of January’s snowy days,
While roads are still covered with an icy glaze,
It’s a bit easier to handle this quarantine
The most frustrating thing I have ever seen,
Hopefully this spring will end the COVID craze.
written January 26, 2022
We’re busy all day long with studying and chapter summaries,
we’re stuck in quarantine. Luckily, I like my roommate's company.
We know that we have work to do as prep for upcoming classes,
but we know that it takes more than work to make young lasses happy.
So I talked my roomies into getting, a steak-n-cheese delivery,
instead of working fact-sheets, for our next term chemistry.
Dueling playlists cave-rave from the echos in our suites,
we’re having all the fun we can on opening quarantine week.
Some guys try for invites, like we’re throwing a private wingding,
but those texts go unanswered ‘cause we’re genuinely quarantining.
With the COVID blues proscribed - get that frown right off your face miss,
our studies are on schedule - and it’s time for some serious play !
#university #covid #quarantine #teen
To escape from further quarantine
To escape from further boredom
To escape from further Nucleic Acid Test
People prefer domestic travel
Instead of foreign travel
People believe
Less risk more joy
With SOP they will be safe
Although the sun, the sceneries
And the people they meet
Are the same
But they look a bit different
Because of long absence
And the glory of God is warmer
Because of survival being heartily granted
Once and forever
This heart is on lockdown,
I am caught in a time loop
Re-living the same routine day after day,
Stuck between a hard place and a vestigial virus,
So I numb the pain to the thought of meeting you after this,
My quarantine goddess
I have made a mask out of the sleeves of your heart..I trust you will keep me safe,
You have gathered sticks to make a place tender for our love to grow,
This we share belongs to the sky,
It knows no limits
And now I’m caught in the web of your nest
So sanitize and stay with me
I wish to see how this story will end,
I love you shuga!
Quality time at home has turned into a nightmare.
Under the smile, I’m hiding the true panic for me, for my family, for my
community, for my world.
Are we ever going to leave the house, or will we just become an extension of
her?
Running around my mind are doubts, superstitions, anxieties.
And the tears, the never ending waterfall of tears that cascade down my face
every night.
Nothing feels the same as it did 3 months ago; I was so happy, so free, so
loved.
Time moves so slow, yet so fast, and I’m becoming unable to differentiate
between the days.
I’m finally by myself, and I’m peaceful, but only until the loneliness leaves me
too much time to think.
Not only am I struggling to stay home, but to stay calm, to even stay alive.
Everyone says it will end, but how do we know?
I can’t do this today
Peering through dirty windows at citizens disappearing
Behind shells made of unconvincing paper
Masking unspoken fears, unshaven faces
Unrealized hope
As I sip on day old coffee
Listening to church bells ring meaningless summons
And politicians competing to weave the biggest lies
As the forgotten ones stand in lines separated by social space
To acquire food with borrowed money on borrowed time
From vendors looted the night before
Under the glow of torched cars, flaming buildings, and burnt down lives that don’t matter
Streets filled with hate for brothers and sisters
Whose skin is darker, whiter, different
I can’t do this again
Sitting hour after hour
Watching, waiting
Alone
Behind broken memories
Wondering where you are
Everywhere I look
You are not there
I can’t do this
alone
Quantine for fourteen days,
Shocking news to hear,
Quickly put me in a daze,
How do I get rid of this fear.
Confinement, it’s unbearable!
Kept in a room by myself
I admit, it was terrible!
Having to entertain myself.
I kept busy reading a book or two,
Or, on my phone to keep in touch.
Vitamins galore filled my bedside table,
While fever climbed far too much.
Don’t know when I will be stable,
With a raging cough that won’t cease,
And head pounding unstoppable,
Oh, how I wish to get some release.
Alas, the day arrived, I thought
Back to some form of normalcy,
But it was bittersweet indeed,
Cause now I have to get another shot!
Quarantine divine for spiritual quest
Quietude with God to silence qualms
Quitting from stress toward solitude quays
Questions solved by Saviour’s truth quickenings*
Quandary settled through Scripture queries
Quivering stops by serenity’s quell
Quality solace I seek midst faith quips.
*1Peter 3:18 For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit.
March 31, 2021
2nd place, "SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN 7 LINES" Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 4/23/2021.
Coming back home on a repatriation flight
Overwhelmed by the shield and double masks blurring my sight
Making my way home to escape the blight
I could not wait to feel the warmth of my tropical sunlight
Never was I so happy as when we landed on the site
Glad to be home but on the plane we had to sit tight
Because quarantine forms had to be filled out right
And Covid-19 tests results had to be presented in black and white
Captain and hostesses were flexing their might
Keeping us in plane prison way into the night
Hating to wait I began to indite
Of how coming back home was such a huge plight
Making travel plans now no longer a delight
Everything now high-jacked in this pandemic fight
Valentine
Day Fourteenth
Quarantine
Days Fourteen
Once again
COVID
A cocoon starts. Thick membranes of tissue encompass yourself. Gathering and condensing molecules and listening to life.
This skin, its filled with strains of a virus and craves the crevice of familial caves. A barrier. The host of your new pupae calling itself quarantine. Quarantine. This thick mucous seeps and creeps around the home and tries! It tries to wound all life into one. It fails. A pupae is one. You are. You are the life form that contracts a shell of collective consciousness. This shell that reaches for more, it is yours! You cant breathe. You want to share this cacoon with everyone, ANYONE. Then! Feelers. You have sprouted not only antennae, but music! The melody of change gathers atoms and sings the song of wings! You! The cacoon was meant for you. You hear yourself for the first time and when you emerge they see your beauty but cannot hear your song. Suddenly! The membranes close in on them. And through your newfound body and song, you console them through their own metamorphosis and together you sing the song of the butterfly.
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.
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