Poetry Blogs (covid)
Chefing is not what it used to be
His boss called him in and explained.
'We're now on tier 3 says the edict,
and boozers like this have to close.'
'No boss, we're exempt,
like the 'Spoons have been told.
We sell grub and that's kosher
just the ale house is doomed.'
'It won't work like that lad,
the punters are scared.
And I can't serv...
Sunday 8th November 2020 6:47 pm
Your polo shirt is slightly askew.
Eyeliner you try and hide.
My daughter baby’s prime;
we have fought for this.
You now sit in classrooms,
open windows, warmth drained.
Queue, face mask clad, in corridors
dreaming of seeing faces
The boy you pass notes to
you are no longer free to kiss
or find the ecstasy in another.
Your childhood is on hold.
Monday 19th October 2020 12:41 pm
and I alone
upon my bed of cobbled stone
As my flesh weeps into gravel sheets
I ponder what it must be like
to be whole again
To feel I had a soul again
This dessicated shell
crumbles like mountain scree
down, down to the hungry, black sea
lapping and licking at the feet of my bed
dragging out, with the tide,
such meagre light from my hea...
Monday 12th October 2020 8:28 pm
each day I went for a walk in the woods
with COVID you look after your ticker
you tend to see the same folk each day
they smile as I offer the faintest flicker
I'd copped a wan couple making the circuit
a pair regular as clockwork out every day
then I saw the woman strolling on her own
had her partner upped and gone away?
a week later I caught her eye and stopped...
Tuesday 6th October 2020 11:06 am
The pandemic's killing the divorce rate
Those with any sense are not straying
My wayward tendencies are history
These days I spend my time praying
What good is my cute smile anymore?
Why bother all that dressing to impress?
When you're stuck in the house bingeing
How to find someone nice to undress?
When I do venture out a mask is essential
But my George Cloone...
Monday 28th September 2020 10:48 am
Our Halloween masks reflected back
as we peer through that dusty glass
into the quiet gloom of the Ghost Café
If only the ghost waitress would take our order
‘large or small?’ she asks, well, I’m a medium
ghost chairs dragged across the ghost floor
And the clank of local steel set down
on delicately painted porcelain
bustling echoes bounce from peeling walls
People starting or resta...
Tuesday 8th September 2020 12:47 pm
How has Covid changed the way you live? Your local community? Many, many ways, probably.
One thing that has changed for me, one that I didn't expect to change quite so drastically, has been access to a library. I have none, and I don't know when/if I will again, which is heartbreaking. Libraries seem a magical, free service to us readers, but money is still required to keep them going. And Cov...
Sunday 30th August 2020 3:56 pm
I heard a baby cry today
while I was walking through the park.
The cry was not to get her way
It was strong, insistent, and dark
Was she too hot from the sun’s bright ray?
Was she afraid of the dog’s bark?
Was she demanding she be allowed to play
in the song of the Meadowlark?
This baby cried not for want
This baby cried to warn
And I became the confidant
Of this child wh...
Thursday 13th August 2020 4:38 am
Ode to Covid Carers.
To intensive care and virus wards each day
In every town they make their way.
Caring souls, disguised in blue and white,
To fight against the Covid blight.
Shift after shift, through night and light
Brothers and sisters of mercy face up to our plight.
Masked, shielded, smocked and booted
lonely, fearful, solely commuted
on the near empty bus and...
Wednesday 5th August 2020 12:54 pm
as covid rages on
more poets will come
to deal with the frustration
let this be a safe haven
Thursday 23rd July 2020 7:46 pm
No laughing matter
This is the tale of a dirty old geezer
Who tried so ‘hard’ but never pleased her
Well, he caught a cold one day,
And almost sneezed his dick away.
He sneezed on poor old Daffney Goff
Who almost cut his dick right off.
She gripped the sheets hard for awhile
Which made the old man grin and smile
Until his sneeze took its toll
Tuesday 7th July 2020 9:05 pm
We ask where you came from,
how long do you intend to stay.
You are not welcomed here,
please checkout and go away.
Perhaps you came from a bat,
sold on a market selling meat.
Purchased and ate by a man,
who preferred rare meat to eat.
Maybe you were a vampire,
sustained by the cull of lives.
Could the blood in your flesh,
resist heat and somehow survive....
Wednesday 1st July 2020 10:15 am
Our world is crying
Slowly as our world emerges
from this turbid pandemic life resurges
to begin again a life a new
except alas for the misfortunate few
whose bodies sequester to a virulent virus
clouded blood in lungs resided
and many families grieve alone
deprived of loved ones in their home
parted even as death calls
as into turmoil lives are hurled...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 5:19 am
Audio reading: https://soundcloud.com/tomalexwrite/renee-by-a-thread
Down the corridor, comes a scream
Was it physical pain
or the horror of finally learning
the way this game is turning
They took your clothes
gave you a gown
there was nothing to do but lay right down
Now, the machine breathes
hung by a thread and leaving soon
Faint flashes behind tired eyelids
Tuesday 5th May 2020 4:53 pm