Poetry Blogs (2020, covid-19)
Once these doors close
The lights are dimmed
They may never open again
The soft ghosts of actors
Fading in our memory
Leaving only distant echoes
The bright gaudy costumes
The greasepaint and powders
All left where they last fell
The empty seats collect dust
The stage becomes a mausoleum
Of tragedy and comedy
Pennies draining ...
Saturday 4th July 2020 1:59 pm
there once was a guy called Pandemio
He took on humanity solo
but then he got lost
inside his new host
and now we're together like YOLO
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 10:57 pm
As time passes
I really do wonder
Shall we remain 6 feet apart
Or six feet under?
Will we really still care about those we did miss?
And will be allowed again to give them a hug and kiss?
Will there be a mask on every face?
Will animals still disregard the human race?
Will we still fight among ourselves
In this pointless divide and rule
Will Boris Johnson still b...
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 1:26 pm
Mom and dad
Me if you adore
Kiss me not
Is no more! ///
As part of the sensitization work on physical distancing I heard a kid on ETV saying so.
Friday 19th June 2020 11:57 am
We hang around like statues
At McDonalds and Ikea
We wait in line for haircuts
Or to grab a pint of beer
We stand apart together
Following the six foot rule
We can gather for a shopping trip
But not to go to school
We spy upon our neighbours
And complain at barbeques
We daren’t go too far from the house
Because of lack of loos
We wear a m...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 12:41 pm
Elegy For Days Lost
Another day has come and passed
Left pain and sadness in its wake
The seconds, minutes, hours amassed
The sun will give the moon will take
The distant friends the loved ones lost
Amid the times of dread disease
Each family will count the cost
And curse the name of days like these
And yet the sky was clearest blue
I wrote a poem, sang a so...
Sunday 24th May 2020 1:34 pm
Like Saul on the road to Damascus
when Jehovah stopped for a word and held forth
Mary Wakefield met Lord God Almighty
on the A1. In March. Heading north.
In a car with something quite deadly
(who was apparently feeling unwell)
his road paved with the worst of intentions
off to Durham, or – hopefully – hell,
coughing and sweating and whining
like some self-centred, sociopath scrote
Sunday 24th May 2020 9:36 am
GHOSTS OF COVID 19.
We see you and reach out amidst this sea of unknown faces
We watch through tears, in silence and remember familiar places
Where once the streets held smiles from many families black and white
Where music flowed through windows, well into the night
Where street lamps held the kisses of all lovers neath the moon
This chance I never got to feel being taken far too soon
Tuesday 19th May 2020 5:19 am
Saturday 9th May 2020 2:27 pm
Freedom At Last
Flames raged in the cornfields around it,
Bobbing there in stagnant waters
Tethered to a solid mooring post
With a thick, coarse rope.
Each spark from the furnace
A risk to its rotting timbers
As it took hold and smouldered
And smoked and spread
Oars crossed and laid on its floor
And the spattered markings of crows
Bleaching spots of ...
Monday 4th May 2020 2:24 pm
Annie was eighty and lived in a care home
Someone had wanted her out of the way
Unsung staff were her guardian angels
Love of the job more important than low pay
The home was a sanctuary for Annie
For her age she was mobile and fit
Her life was peaceful and quite secure
Until the day the covid-19 pandemic hit
Matron and her assiduous staff
Worried about Annie a...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 3:48 pm
People must not cough near you
they must cough far away
If you hear someone coming
Tell them to...
FAR COUGH !
Tuesday 24th March 2020 9:34 am
My hands reach out to touch you
To break a binding spell
That grips you oh! So tightly
How far my friend you've fell
So insidious and commanding, compelling you to obey
Implanting words inside your mind, the things you're meant to say.
Thinking these thoughts are yours… because this is how you think
Your eyes opened wide., and yet so easily hoodwink...
Sunday 22nd March 2020 8:32 pm
The Silent Commodities Born Poor
The treasure chest is full,
And many a full treasure chest are there
Secretly concealed in caves, in safes,
In Nuclear Bunkers,
In the avarice mind of our Gaoler.
Now the cull,
Now the greed is there for a good
While – there be no need for
The silent commodities born poor,
A wealth of their intellect...
Friday 20th March 2020 9:32 am
I looked out of my window
The man taking his dog for a walk
The mother and child hand in hand
School children hopping and skipping along
Neighbours chatting over a fence
The postman delivering parcels
A cat slinking under the hedge
The wind whipping leaves
The rain falling
I looked out of my window
The dog ...
Tuesday 17th March 2020 7:43 pm
I could sense
in spun words
on print page
sold for pence
though veins of
like long fight,
Tuesday 17th March 2020 2:30 pm