Poetry Blogs (virus)
John Stamp on CLAIRE STAMP (7 hours ago)
in the bathroom is an old jar of vaseline
on seeing it my cat heads for the doors
but really what else can I look forward to
now the virus has curtailed my amours?
when much younger I was an altar boy
serving old father macdonagh at the altar
did he ever give in to wayward thoughts?
did those vows of celibacy never falter?
the convent was replete with pious old nu...
Friday 11th September 2020 11:07 am
Don’t wear your mask if they ask
just bask in your task —
–your task to free you and me to be and to plea:
“I can’t breathe through a mask”
“I can’t breathe through my nose”
“I can’t breathe through my mouth”
“I can’t breathe on my toes”
Breathe out breathe in
It’s no sin — you win
Tell a failed pale tale–
–A tale of Michael who couldn’t breathe
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 7:23 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
I've been up a forest of gum trees
Got cornered in many a spot
Up the creek is a formality for me
Some of us simply preferred it hot
Often I swam far out of my depth
Within an inch of deep water
At times had my back against the wall
Loved much but never had son or daughter
Trouble is the thing I was made for
Dire straits always seemed too tame
I loved facin...
Monday 15th June 2020 1:45 pm
As Homo Sapiens crushed the
Neanderthals so robots have got our
Measure its a matter of time before the
Take-over then no more humans
No death those endless crude
Historical blip and naturally
No health means no NHS
Imagine the savings!
Just an on/off switch where the
Mouth was no
Stone Age ventilators or
Expensive buggering about in
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 10:54 am
There they were beyond the
Railings in broad daylight, flouting
The rules, hundreds of them
Socialising cheek by jowl while
Above ground, as if
Condoning the breach
Sat an older couple on a
Bench having a
Picnic by the looks of it
Sandwiches flask the lot, I
Wondered if they'd been barred from a
Funeral and had come to
Say a deferred farewell before taking
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 11:30 am
A cloak hid her weight
Or she hoped it did as
She scoured second hand bookshops and
Thirty-five years of books that she
Never let go.
You can imagine that lonely bungalow, the kind
They clear out on TV, with explanations from a
Psychologist, so when
Annie broke her hip she had to watch
Other patients during visiting hours and
Although she seemed on the me...
Thursday 14th May 2020 11:47 am
Strange times but
What if this is a precursor?
We look to scientists yet
They're human too.
All we all in the dark
All of us being softened up?
Do others watch and wait while we
Kid ourselves in
Is this what a guinea-pig in a
Laboratory feels like?
It was a virus that saw off the
By all means panic but
In case they come in for t...
Tuesday 12th May 2020 11:17 am
Like you I sped up the ropes like a monkey then
Made mincemeat of the pommel horse but
How I envied your physique!
So ashamed that I kept my vest on, afterwards
My matchstick legs hid in the shower.
Later I never put on an ounce or
Made a penny though
You grew rich and
Obese before the virus ran you down .
Today I heard they've put you
On a ventilato...
Thursday 7th May 2020 10:55 am
Its a pain in the neck and no mistake
Locked down, our busy lives on hold
But what of the billions less wealthy
Forever locked out in the cold?
Locked down or locked out
Are two very different fates
We blandly wait for a vaccine
To benefit our richer states
In Africa the virus is poverty
Immune to vaccines and drugs
Kids locked down all their lives
Saturday 25th April 2020 12:40 pm
He knocked at the door
Shouting ‘let me in!’
Tempting us to go out
With his whisky and gin
He hid around corners
Under tables and chairs
Trying his best
To catch us unawares
He was sitting on benches
Where others had sat
He was on garden fences
Where we’d stop for a chat
He was hanging around
Tesco trolly parks
He was all over door han...
Sunday 29th March 2020 11:31 pm
I am the scythe that cuts through old and young
In cornfields where the idle crows watch on
As scarecrows flap their arms in summer sun
And wonder where the greedy birds have gone
The weeds grow now where once the sharp blade fell
Stealing from us all that we once held dear
There are no devils in this weeping hell
Only children transformed through pain and fear...
Tuesday 24th March 2020 11:43 pm
I went to the market today,
I bought some Haddock.
Under the present circumstances it seemed like the best thing to do,
There’s nothing in the shops,
Not even toilet paper
It looks like things are going down the pan very rapidly
What a thin veneer
Civilisation is so fragile
No thicker than a sheet of tissue paper, so gossamer.
I poached it in a bit of milk, the Haddock,...
Tuesday 24th March 2020 8:08 pm
The news told of a distant menace headed our way,
that might overwhelm our world,
like the Spanish flu a century ago
or the plagues of the Middle Ages.
They said it was implacable, sure to wreak havoc soon.
It was like a monstrous hurricane far in the distance,
threatening everything in its path.
It was a virus called Corona, a crown of thorns.
They say that, like a zombie, it i...
Tuesday 24th March 2020 3:22 pm
I saw Mrs CV yesterday in the supermarket
she wasn’t at all what I thought she would be
middle-aged with a smiley, rounded face
nothing evil about her at all
There were too many people
at the check-outs
I ran out of there for safety reasons
passing her frolicking kids
on the newspaper stand
‘Hey!’ shouted Mr CV
loitering on one of the doors
‘come and pick...
Sunday 22nd March 2020 2:10 pm
All too little,
As the Coronavirus
Takes down the world by mistake.
Government officials standing behind gates
As it rains a blood of money
To keep the economy straight.
Waking up the public to a doom
Which is highly frightening
For me and you.
A war with the unseen.
Watching loved ones turning green.
Mortals inflicting pain and death.
Born from the innocent creatu...
Saturday 14th March 2020 8:38 am
Who will close the last door?
A virus brings you in prison.
But fear is the real disease,
Panic and Hysteria
Cause all the symptoms.
It gives the powerful more power
And the lonely ones
Isolation is not healthy,
Fears just make us sick.
Go out and live,
Don't read the news
And you will stay healthy.
©️ By Magical whispers
Thursday 12th March 2020 11:44 am
Some writers use poetry
To propound great thoughts
Through deeply intoned vowels,
But poetry is only language,
And you can use it as if
Chatting with a friend
About passing days
You can pull them in,
Get a laugh or two,
And make them
The knife deep
Into the abdomen,
Drawing it up
Toward the eyes,
As you let...
Monday 18th February 2019 9:52 am