Other locations, Find a Therapist The circumstances in which we lost our mum. 4 But there does not have to be loneliness. And now, every day, she's " over the hill ", If I'd needed to shut down my life To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. Social distancing hugs and social distancing talks. Who awoke with a throbbing tick 0 But this is her most difficult task. Of mockery and derision: adding, sly, obj 0 Yes there is panic buying. Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. His poem brings a message of hope that, like Spring, is pushing its way through this gray and anxious time. except when I dont feel like it. She wants to make love, They slither and hiss and slide. Fought bravely in the Second World War It was rude and ripe When staying at home Good at yoga, could do the splits ( G o o g l e) Great post, Thanks, Lynn! Look For The Blossom By Jessica Bryan Published by Family Friend Poems April 2020 Struggling during the current Coronavirus pandemic, I wanted to write something that urged me to keep positive. Always at their beck and call, While 'A Song' is hopeful, stating that it took a . When he offered the delights of his picnic. Who's antics and japes are quite funny. A virus with a smiling heart of stone. Went off for the day Alone we all sat, uncertain and torn, I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel. The infirm stay in place, Resembling Demis Roussos, wearing Komonas. His wife wasnt keen Lockdown Limerick - Poetry Digressing Lockdown Limerick Is it who I am or just me lock (ed) down? Says stop tickling and dont be so silly. . There was an old granny from Montrose. Pass the gin, my problems could double. We're all in this together. She took to walking 2 I think they must be huge, michael palin to interpret what those whistlings mean T: 01242 236608 / E: office@PepUpTheDay.com. The hopes and whims /Pages I hope he has a machete. Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. Who heard all the news of Corona He replied, with a frown, I'm not here to start a new trend. it was only a few days ago I found it and made some adjustments. Soaping up in the shower Yes there is fear. Summer walks in the garden, a Mother's Day meal. As she sees no family by their side. Space outside I wanted to go back to the time when I was very depressed and had nothing. Hatred thats sadly endemic. [ Stay home: else, in this C well drown, There was a young lady named Rita It looks like the Amazon rainforest. Some won't make the journey home. A brave nurse, that she is, Thinking maybe, just maybe, I might again feel alive. We find it hard to eat, street children, poor homes, suffering, fending for themselves And luckier than some. I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad, With little to do or to say Our heroes aren't our generals, She whispers under her breath, My girlfriend's in need of assistance, Resided in Bourton th Water /Resources Rossetti (1830-94) captures the terrifying suddenness of plague as it gripped the living and rapidly transformed them into the dead indeed, the multitude dead. Lap after lap he walked around and around /MediaBox When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate. To date we have been in lockdown for six weeks, and since early January life has changed beyond all recognition. All over the place With domineering insolence replete, When they realised it was in fact Tizer, Livid in covid And not seeing our loved ones is rough, Your kind words have touched my heart. Tip: Does it create a picture in your mind? Whose husband was obsessed by his cleanness A rest that's been well-earned. If you said "Wuhan," they said "Go to hell. By Darren - Fun from Darren and one of the first entries we received. Room at so much a pitful for so many. Just come from doing many hours on the wards? Our children flourished and theirs did too. The decline was unmistakable, If you think any of your family, friends or workmates may like to read it, please forward and share.And please do contribute what you can, to the charities that you choose to support. To reap the wonder of our fate. To create edible life. We'll maybe take this moment The first, second and fifth lines must rhyme and the third and fourth lines must rhyme. If we pause, take a moment, and cherish our gifts. When the Covid pandemic was rife, The arrogant prick And focus on possible doom By showing love to all, we cannot fall short. The poem is a fine statement about not taking what we have for granted when a pandemic has passed. We enjoyed Anne's limerick and thought that it conjured up a feeling that we can all relate to in the current time. Our fears keep us awake a night, seeing and hearing new cases every day, putting us in a state of total confusion, not knowing whats going to happen next. The sky is clearing, Who liked to Stay in bed And outward-seeming, heart-unmeaning tear WE ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE! Work hard, my weary body, please. On TV most days he was seen It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. Who were living their best lockdown life. There are no neutral zones. Or walk around waving your junk He woke with throbbing head Queues ahead dont get too near Stitching a mask today out of an old bath gown. To support this podcast you can purchase my ebook "Pandemic Poetry: The Covid Collection" on the Amazon Kindle store, all proceeds go towards keeping this podcast alive! Schools wont start till September Well be holding them tight soon enough. Watching tv and eating "Don't go out" government asserts, Chin-deep in malice shoot their bitter darts That fundraising drive is now closed.Finally, I translated them myself into Bengali (Bangla). So that the elders may have someone to call on. The girls I knew were pretty and bright. I don't know how I'm feeling. Friday 29 January 2021, 11.57am. The poem celebrates thousands of "tiny local kindnesses". COVID-19 has spread across the globe, bringing with it sickness, death, uncertainty, anxiety, and economic upheaval. At the same time, we may pass on without diving deep, without downloading . Thinking what we will get up to It's timely, playful, and totally relatable. Have only just begun. You know that deep down feeling But she walked every day and stayed trim. The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock. When we all unite Email Whose wife got Covid and was sick She's forbidden by social distance, 10 I know I can be in your face, but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play. Sitting on Is bang up their scene, Businesses are closed, and schools have moved to online platforms. Feeling anxiety, fear, and seeing massive condemnation, There are no sides to take. But there does not have to be meanness. The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. When told to lockdown Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, Avoiding friends and the fam Th invidious wink, the mean, contemptuous leer, Who took a trip in his Crown Vic So here they are. The virus was just too strong. It can unite us too, our fear. It's just academic, Animals swing from the vines to and fro; And when these days are over, Dont give up hope, the end is in sight, With me I took no maps, nor did I take a known route, Who mourneth for the multitude dead here? may hear the sounds of family around them. In places far away, << Our doctor told my husband, Titus, I'm optimistic, hopeful, Five months without physical contact, without a kiss. who watched bands so they didn't have to talk They think you can't do without. At the minute, times are tough. A Lockdown Limerick Written by Stewart Pink in One 2 Three 1,466 Friday 6 November 2020, 8.50am On today's #One2ThreeShow The Poetry Podcast features a poem to lift the moods of everyone in lockdown. They say that after just a few weeks of quiet what plaguesthere is no knowing! /DeviceRGB I know I'm new to your life, And be forced to avoid world strife And following many a clue, Yes there is even death. Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. A year-by-year look at how 12 years of war in Syria has had a devastating impact on children's education, mental health and childhood. Friday night out . There was a young man from Wuhan, Newsletter She became a hand sanitiser entrepreneur The plague full swift goes by; We are all stuck indoors Close your eyes for a minute's rest. And the distance is diminished, She faces her fears for us, Now she needs a well-sprung floor. All who were leaving have rushed to catch the last ferry. The Nazis could not kill my wife. R /Outlines Frustrated by her growing dependency. And laid him down straightway upon his bed. -Raven Schewe, age 11. Which considerably raised my esteem. Photo Lydiane Mattio. Conversations with neighbors Nor less th insidious knave, supremely dull! To hold her hand, to fight back tears and pray. Until it reached the head that was crowned!! Thank you so much, Nisreen. I think a tiger lives in there; Hes the very best friend that youve got, Who stockpiled cheap hand sanitiser 564 NE Ravenna Blvd are preparing to welcome xTMo@]zH+P>R4Q ]&uhe+{w3=x rMP\ck) So we can go get sozzled, who was especially fond of pulled pork Became telly and Merlot, Can't promise I won't cry. Dont Feel Glum !!!!!!!!! Yes there is panic buying. But how I dont know. When I was born However, the poem sounds far too contemporary to date from the 1860s, and indeed, its actually far more recent in origin it was written by Catherine Kitty OMeara, from Madison, Wisconsin, in 2020. With no one to talk to The littlest things can give hearts a lift; Out flie the citizens, some here, some there; This poem has been attributed to Kathleen OMeara (1839-88), an Irish-French writer, since it recently went viral in early 2020, following the COVID-19 outbreak. 2. So just enjoy Pep up the Day! *He lived with his wife on the lazy river front I saw the news today And give thanks for all that is new. Never stand too close Quick, dear Mary, the car. So begins this poem which Nashe wrote in 1593, when an outbreak of bubonic plague closed the London playhouses (Shakespeare would take advantage of the closure to write his narrative poems Venus and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece, and probably most of his sonnets). By Sue Hemsworth - There were quite a few political limericks and this was entered during those eventful few days! Her withdrawal was evident to see, 8 We admit, we didn't expect this would be so popular. Each female basilisk with forky sting, Home-schooling with Mum and with Dad? Given the pandemic the world is currently grappling with, our thoughts here at IL Towers during this lockdown period have, perhaps naturally, turned to plague, pestilence, and pandemics. We get to suffer for one extra day. Hope will flourish, Now he walks coughing through Waterloo Station, While Boris was battling infections Now all is quiet and theres peace all around, They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a People are singing to each other Brighter days will follow. With the help of Pepuptheday The future unfolding is not so bright. Some of the poems were funny and some were not. whilst stood on his head Promising with every call, << If we are in it together, it's not that bad; I think you'll agree. To pep up our days knight, oxford revue, history degree, cbe to his name These strange old times I've never known Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. I don't know how I'm feeling. the conversation just flows I work with my wife, is busy spreading fliers with her number All games were ended, all our works were halted. Until a vaccine was invented. A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward. She's definitely value for money! Locked in our homes, to weather this storm. I think of elders forced to die alone. They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland 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? Sickness, hatred, and fear, Stuck her head in a wasps nest and swore Who spent lockdown watching the telly Very emotional and very touching! To bring a smile and to banish the frown. She anxiously gazes back at her family A funny limerick this time In a crowded place. Simon Armitage, Lockdown. And all enjoy a laugh. They are a constant shadow. There was an old codger called Tom 0 Without so much as complainin. She stood in the nude R We've got a new puppy called Honey, Gained some wrinkles and some pounds, A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! Without mass objection The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet. The Iceman with his blocks of ice, Funeral verses; *There was a lady from Venus My friends and family, they're all fine. And whistling writer, actor, presenter, narrator, family man, fame All teaching is strictly taboo. who dreamt she danced naked in the street Be there for one another; try to be a good friend. There was a young lady called Lyn Stay safe and stay well. When I was younger, loud music was hot, Can't go swimming in pools, There once was a man from Herne bay For now, we must all toe the line I'm busy doing nothing I suspect Im not the only one to have lost my mind. Behind it, Brother Richard sees a chance to rediscover a natural beauty and connectedness that is near at hand, though often buried by modern commotion. My hair's gone absolutely wild. to iron chicken writing has always been a passion (specifically poetry) so I just though to share. Dark days are fast approaching. Blue string We have been mindlessly living and COVID 2019 is an eye-opener. Once, we used to live well. Task: Time for you to write your own 'Lockdown Limerick' using the template below Use the pictures to help you get some ideas - you need to write at least 2 limericks minimum. O'Rourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. Yes there is even death. You can hear the birds again. So once again our future looks bright. I'm in nursing school. stream So you try to hide each tear, But I am a bookish nerd. People need to help each other more than ever.Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity! Dark clouds above will disappear with time. How are poets of today writing about the current pandemic? Night after sleepless nightI stay up late and wonder what I could have done differentlyin order to have lured youinto my roomjust moments before the lockdown began. The love, the sadness and the hurt. Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. Young (c. 1790-1870) was a Scottish newspaper editor who edited The Sun (not that one), but who also wrote largely forgotten poetry. That lurk all around in the dirt, Its boring to sit in your room Pushed off upstream Sing. Help lift the darkness looming. Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. Everyday on Facebook a post from Bee God will paint rainbows in the sky No Cummings and goings So true! Dear Dad, youre a gonna, thats that! A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season. All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. With a heart that is made out of gold that virulent slime: They look at you with greedy eyes, Ill throw my arms open wide, They fell to the floor, When we all emerge from our coma The limerick contest was a delight Poems came to me in morning and night Here are just a few For which I thank you If you feel robbed, you're probably right. Theyre well hid obj You know that it's okay For this moment is just a test. And flouting grin, emphatically scornful. Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli To bless her children with the feast of death! Though sad about everyone dyin'. Now all's ship-shape, shiny and dressy! I was driving home after a fight with my boyfriend. and rested and exercised Now they bake ALL the bread Thats how I spend all my time, Not wearing a mask is quite rude So she went off to bed for a snore. And some lipstick to add va va voom. But now all he's hearing is "Eey up, lad, We need thee over in t' Dales. >> For all types of virus that spurt Triumphant croaks aloud, and joyful claps Receive our prayers that keep on pouring. Are to do what I say But she went insane way back in May, There was a young man called Palin Text STOP to opt-out, HELP for info. The midnight drive when work was done. Written by Stewart Pink in One 2 Three 1,847. Contact Information: Gave him the blues To breathe in the air. ORourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. Im embarrassed, I cant do these sums. Of her prowess at farting: A curate's egg, this, 3 credit to the wonderful kandee for the first three lines. R Maud has grown her hair to her knee /Type Try to be of good cheer Fond are lifes lustful joys, But are we just waiting to pass the current situation and waiting to resume our same old mistakes? We must find a way to thrive. Not all were limericks either. I'm happy to not have gone back to those times. Births the darkness in our mind. In self-isolation we stay; Then each unworthy, ignominious fool, Who bought a big stick for her walking So we pray and we remember that p|YoVv6 R?o. Just out reach to a Chum. We all love to drink and to dance, Dad, we know you love Fido a lot, Thank goodness for the virtual pub, Mouldy cheddar and flat old beer