Poetry Blogs (2020, virus)
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