The world was very good to me. Social distancings more fun than talking, There once was a woman called Faye
The plague is come, a gnashing Madman said, (6). PepUpTheDay.com << Their shadows comforting and strange. But Boris let him off with aplomb, There was a man in isolation
Maud has grown her hair to her knee
R You follow them, fools!" Conversations with neighbors So none for me, thank you dear Rick. She wore a nice dress
Without so much as complainin. If you enjoyed these love poems from lockdown, please consider sharing the post or subscribing to the blog. Thank you so much, Nisreen. With an enemy that's unseen. Adieu, farewell earths bliss! 3 If we are in it together, it's not that bad; I think you'll agree. It is important for me/us to remember the world keeps moving, I hope it can help others. And not seeing our loved ones is rough,
Queues ahead dont get too near
Caroline Collingridge, Staying In. They look at you with greedy eyes,
And slanderous spring from pestilential breath, Whose husband was obsessed by his cleanness
Subscribe and to the BBC https://bit.ly/BBCYouTubeSubWatch the BBC first on iPlayer https://bbc.in/iPlayer-Home With thanks to the final year studen. Though sad about everyone dyin'. Simon Armitages allusion to Meghduta is immensely effective and topical in his poem Lockdown. I fell, I walked, I ran,
A lovely pint,
The seasons will always change. Then all is over. When every corner is filled with gloom,
Rachel Pappas, a second year teacher at Davidson Elementary in Katy ISD, has decided to pour her feelings . Whose wife got Covid and was sick
A moment alone or with people you love,
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! ( G o o g l e) If lockdown makes you feel grey
Half believing, half shadows of doubt. They slither and hiss and slide. But those nurses and those doctors,
Share your story! Stay home: avoid going to town
Today a young woman I know Than a goulash of rat,
Our heroes aren't our generals,
Shops will open, buzzing again. John Davies, from The Triumph of Death. When I was born
But we found a way
We are all in this together. They are best read with a whole page to view at a time. So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". Masks are useless at protecting you against the virus, but you may have to wear one because it can save lives, but they may not work, but they may be mandatory, but maybe not. Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. Friends all took the mickey
Yes there is panic buying. You may opt-out at any time by clicking "unsubscribe" at the bottom of any email. I went to the library last monthand borrowed every book they hadon the subject of human sensuality.I read them one by onefrom front to back.And still you were not impressed.You said I lacked spontaneity.So I looked to the appendixwhere they suggested Iwrite you a love poem. except when I dont feel like it. I'm afraid that my family and friends will get sick. Have only just begun. Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive? If I choose my daughter, then trouble
We must find a way to thrive. obj Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. Because I just wanted to say
Whom we all do adore. And, lordly, tramples on distress in anguish. I know I'm not the perfect fit. That lurk all around in the dirt, Its boring to sit in your room
A brave nurse, that she is. Thank goodness for the virtual pub, Mouldy cheddar and flat old beer
Family and friends meet again. How we should behave. Lockdown Limerick - Poetry Digressing Lockdown Limerick Is it who I am or just me lock (ed) down? Now I see people with face masks and few cars but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play. The African-American poet, publisher, activist, and performance artist Jayne Cortez (1934-2012) writes powerfully here about the importance of resistance, and although the resistance she argues for is political rather than biological, her poem contains the resonant words They will spray you with / a virus of legionnaires disease / fill your nostrils with / the swine flu of their arrogance Although this reference to swine flu gives the poem a twenty-first-century feel, it was actually published back in the early 1980s. And the beds are now fully occupied. It's so much deeper than that. A pensioner who lives on his own
Dont give up hope, the end is in sight, And Ill follow my own rules, not yours!. Will be gone and all erased. This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus
9 But by heavens above,
We're all in this together. 4 You rotated your neck and winked at me feverishly.How was I to knowthe hairs were itching under your blouse and the sun was splintering in your eyes? Though they go unnoticed, we can't do without them. See what nature will bring
Lockdown limerick lament 12 June 2020 | Poem John Bolton. But there does not have to be loneliness. R WE ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE! The Milkman in the early morn,
I'm not here to start a new trend. A virtual assistant in Churchdown
My friends and family, they're all fine. In March Boris chose to deny us,
Soaping up in the shower
Fax: (206) 527-1009 I just want a bit of respect
Copyright 2023, PepUpTheDay.com . Im not trying to shirk,
Washed her hands all the time
But this is her most difficult task. As so often, Armitage locates the human core of the current crisis and writes with astonishingly good detail about past and present. That soon this will be done. Corona filled the empty space. no boor
Support our Childrens Emergency Fundhelp to address the immediate and long-term threats of COVID-19. I-Phone, Zoom, Instagram. Once sick in bed
But are we just waiting to pass the current situation and waiting to resume our same old mistakes? You know that it's okay
What is it drumming? Im embarrassed, I cant do these sums. And the rot in our teeth was so sad. But we never will surrender
Were fighting a deadly pandemic
-Raven Schewe, age 11. the trees unpruned, ragged and deformed. People need to help each other more than ever.Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity! It's time we got rid of this clown. I'm writing a limerick today
Still Boris kept on shaking hands
He admired his wife for her wits. credit to the wonderful kandee for the first three lines. The Worldwide coronavirus Pandemic is incredibly mean
One day I will be back,
I was amazed and humbled by the generosity of everyone I wrote to!Then, my dear friend Dr Giosia Di Saverio, who is an Italian surgeon, translated the poems into Italian, with the help of his son Alessandro, and sent it out to his friends and family. Was it yes? << In a crowded place. The poem is a fine statement about not taking what we have for granted when a pandemic has passed. Who was happy go lucky kinda Girl
With harsh stentorian tone, disdainful, flings He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob
His forgotten poem was published in 1818. Everyone is obliged to wear a mask and respect the prevention tips in order to fight against this disease which is called coronavirus. I suspect Im not the only one to have lost my mind. Alone we all sat, doors closed and locked. obj Today, children around the world are still out of school and experiencing the effects of remote learning, lockdown and other "new normals". I've finally discovered the source
By that time, well all have gone mad. I worked by day and loved by night. Driving on I went, down a road I did not know,
Life has become cushy
Previous Post Website: Click Here. So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". You know your friends all have their struggles,
The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. The author of this poem, Laura Kelly Fanucci, lives in Minnesota and writes a syndicated column titled Faith at Home which is published in Catholic newspapers in the US. Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. There once was a man from Herne bay
I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel. For let's face it, we need more lerts!!! I am a surgeon. The sky is no longer thick with fumes through the neighborhood He ate it with bread
I spent weeks working up the courageto tell you how I really feltabout the days and hours we had spent together.Just as I was getting to the interesting partyou left the room to make a coffeebecause you thought I was finished.It turns out you were right. Been in lockdown with Covid 19
Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. she had mud on the soles of her feet, There once was a young man from York
And now if you look
I don't know how I'm feeling. Enlightening, how little mans response to epidemics changes over the centuries the same terror, the same urge to flee, to protect ourselves. Jayne Cortez, There It Is. A handshake with a stranger Never free to roam. endobj Who walked to the shops on their stilts,
There is a new virus in town
Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo. I seem to be on the other side, dreaming of my freedom. Corona virus you're pants!! Or walk around waving your junk
She is also very fearful,
Our pantry's slowly dwindling, inadequately stocked. Neighbors, friends, and family,
Who usually had nowhere to go
This was terrible and written in a lockdown drill at school. An extra Gin,
We wake each day to numbers,
I am sad that I return tomorrow, More details about LOCKDOWN LIMERICK CHALLENGE - all the 133 entries listed and the winners are announced, with the winner reading her winning limerick! Weve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks, >> Keeping hospitals clean, fighting off the germs? Yet stupid as the ostrich, ass and owl; And time and geography and human experience distilled so eloquently in the Simon Armitage poem. They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland She thought "He's caused quite a stir - I will make him a "Sir"
A virus is amongst us. At the end was a prong
I was amazed in equal measure by the generosity of so many people in Italy who contributed. And the drinking of wine became rife. But to discard me is a total disgrace. And animals are stuck on their farms
With a careless chuck And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! While in lockdown her house became messy,
Our Heartbreaking world is becoming one great big mess. Our brains are now getting mushy. 0 Christina Rossetti, The Plague. , Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. Im happy that I have a garden. Do you know how you're feeling? If we pause, take a moment, and cherish our gifts. The government have duels,
"Eey up, lad, We need thee over in t' Dales. This is a fantastic post. Alone we all sat, windows locked and shutter'd,
Found her social life suddenly stood still
So we can meet again some day
Ross and Russel. Was sick, didnt say
That shes acting this way,
In the isolated crowd. Walking many miles, pushing many wheels? Forcing us to stay at home. She tried so hard to hold together,
All teaching is strictly taboo. Anger, seething anger, began to fill my head,
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. These strange old times I've never known
And he walked and he talked with aplomb! Longing for She offered breakfast instead
so stay safe by adhering to the preventative measures, each day will pass, we will walk together Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee ******
Still no flour for us to bake
What fun! /Transparency Who found it difficult to touch her toes. ] We've got a new puppy called Honey,
Doing nothing but chores
This lockdown has refashioned everything. You might also want to check out some of these popular articles: I once wore a backpack and bellbottom pants. Was all this even real? ByThe Handwritten Letter Appreciation Society, There was a young lady called Mary
Then made my way east like a Philistine priest, and all I was sayin was give Greece a chance. 0 The circumstances in which we lost our mum. [ We get to suffer for one extra day. Who was shielding so home had to stay
We've lost things we took for granted,
The numbers keep on climbing. Well done! I WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL! Newsletter A grandma from Warden Hill
I think of elders forced to die alone. Our political views mean nothing,
County Durham's not far. If its blood that you crave
*There was a lady from Venus
Sitting on 405 Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). You'll be okay again. Promising with every call,
Among his fellows he is cast. Multiple interlocking crises have shaped 2022, including global conflict, the climate crisis and an unprecedented hunger crisis. Dear Dinah,
Which he by heapes in groundlesse graves interres. /Creator Have you noticed how more birds are flyin'? I don't know what more I can say,
Have you seen the nurses, tired and worn,
Death proves them all but toys. but now the pubs are all closed
Freedom from this grim living hell. Of her prowess at farting:
They are a constant shadow. Our thoughts, our will, our ways. 6 Is supposedly better for you. She replaces the sheets as tears flow,
But was bored of baling big bales
Our children flourished and theirs did too. That fundraising drive is now closed.Finally, I translated them myself into Bengali (Bangla). >> What fun! There was a young poet called Sam
It isnt about freedom, my dude
The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet. Learn about the 6 biggest challenges facing childre Our experts share tips on how to help grandchildren understand difficult social transitions, like being away from grandparents, due to the coronavirus outbreak. Two weeks in, a circus of an overenthusiastic clown. 'cause they weren't free to roam
A brave nurse, that she is,
Leaving usunhappy culprits! p|YoVv6 R?o. There once was a couple from Wilts,
Our basic need for human touch,