Short Viral Poems
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The opposite of optimistic
Win/Win love
is not pessimistic
Lose/Win risk
but nihilistic
Lose/Lose geno/eco-cide.
My retirement statement just came to me
Looks like I’m working till I’m eighty- three
My monies all gone
It didn’t take long
Vanished in a viral economy
A fact based book, ( why not check?) Have
A look.? Sonia Elijah..An author i do not know..Yet it seems she wants recent health
History' out for public debate and show.!
Much that we see in the news doesn’t rhyme
Reporters commit journalistic crime
Filling us full of false fact
To control how we should act
As we navigate through a viral time
like a selfie
that wasn’t taken
I’m the guy in the street
I know
you’re captioning me
from your side of the road
and the shops
with their massive eyes
are making me too viral
L-ockdown
I-n
E-pidemic
Z-one
E-ffectively
L-ets
F-rontliners
L-ead
A-bating
V-iral
I-nfection
A-nd
N-asty
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Liezel P. Flaviano (May 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Ultra-Viral
In Your Uncorporate Ether
A Waterfall
A Well
A Delta
A Shore,
Weaves Webular 'Pon
Retained
Shadowy
Time
Through Forests
And Echoing
Tympani Hearts
Now Muted.
-Gray Squirrel
06-01-2025
Stiff covid lockdown
Spouse craves cheek to cheek waltzes
Disco moves grab me
Bump-bump grind chorus
Spooked by variant madness
We walk on egg shells
Senryu revised: January 19, 2022
A Brian Strand Contest (1055)
“Put your wig on” kid was crying
Seems like mom can’t win for trying
Kid blew his lid seeing her hair
And his teary eyes blinded from stare
Social media ate it up viral it went
Moms luck was a wig she wore no sin
Poor little kid thinks mom is sick
Unless she keeps on her luxury wig!
Written by Gail R DeBole
On September 18, 2021
Updated on September 20, 2021
Likes are nice,
But Retweets are sweet.
Faves are all the rave,
But Retweets are hard to beat.
(Tribute to the writing style of American poet Ogden Nash and his poem "Reflections on Ice Breaking" written in the year 1931.)
Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?
Whither would you choose to go and have some fun
To shiver in the cold or broil in the sun?
You can always stay safe and secure at home
Without indulging any desire to roam.
Without indulging any desire to roam
You can always stay safe and secure at home.
To shiver in the cold or broil in the sun
Whither would you choose to go and have some fun?
LIFE TODAY - ACT II
This life that life
today it gives us. pause
amazement and fear ...
This life to come ...
will come...!?
It is still the biggest exile.
The past has passed, but
exists...
The past, luckily
it's no secret ...!
This life we live in, is a never ending dream.
It's not what it seems, it's not what it seems.
Consciousness gliding, when pains all but subsiding.
Cognition of the decisions we've taken and weaved.
Quick, swift and slick, resolution sets in.
The calm settles in. The calm settles in.
Tides of rest are flowing, my heart's pound is going.
Ambition is winning, and a new start to begin.
Listen to poem:
When six-seven shows—
on pages or when counting—
school children erupt
'six-seven' its 'six-seven'
feigning, pumping, hands juggling.
It's an inside joke
meaningless but magical
teachers lose the room—
order slipping through their hands
dropping every dangling ball.
Nothing to decode,
no truth, no cause to decry—
just the spark of fun
a chant for troupe belonging
rebellion wrapped in giggles.
Once were dinners a'deux, you see,
Was it only a few months, or a century?
Once were schools abuzz with kids,
Teachers agog to see what did they did,
Once were universities,
Alive with youthful dreams, indeed,
Once were pubs with beers,
Once were football here,
These are viral times, my dears,
Once were bushfires too,
A horror story for me and you,
Yes, Stephen King wrote this year,
Once were Oz fun times, not fears!
V-iral twelfth September
I-s spreading like a wildfire;
V-arious wishes are sent,
O-ffering delightful desire.
R-elayed through the internet,
E-lectronic words are penned;
Y-our heart feels the thrill, making the big moment trend.
S-winging a lot of messages
A-nd good greetings too;
N-ice event has brought mirth
T-o the celebrator's view.
O-bvious joy is caused by regards your friends utter;
S-atisfaction is carried by viral twelfth September.
"Mummy, Has the virus gone away?
I would love to go outside to play"
I'm sick of playing inside.
Even my pet hamster died.
The cat is looking sad and forlorn,
I think he's wondering why he was born.
He wants to go and chase the birds.
Outside is where this cat preferred,
How can he catch a juicy mouse,
Stuck in this depressing house.
Look at the canary on its swing,
He's too bored to chirp or sing,
"Mummy, when will this virus go away
So we can all go outside to play"
Women.Is this the same couple whose video got viral right?
Man.Yes,they seem like them.
Wife.Shamsher please,People are looking at us.
Husband.Let them look,I am not scared of anyone.
Man.Taking couple photo with his mobile Phone.
Husband.What were you doing?
Man.Taking your Picture.
Husband.Let's take it again.
Man.I clicked it by mistake.
Husband.Is this automatic camera?
Man.I am sorry.
Wife.Its okay please go and sit on your seat..
Note.Celebrities are Public Property.