I'd have chosen a place So no matter how bad things seem to be, Made a face mask from Granny's old knickers, writing has always been a passion (specifically poetry) so I just though to share. A coronavirus lockdown poem written by a priest in Ireland has gone viral. An elitist, on others he looked down But one caller, Peter from Glen Iris, sent Ross and John a limerick about coronavirus and next thing they knew, their inbox was buzzing! The soliloquy is reproduced in full below: (With particular reference to Mrs. ______r and Co.). Spring is coming, There are gaps and walls between us, Psst..listen, keep it under your hats, Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! Ask Mum for a generous sub Rainbow string soup was the best, Theres a risk of transfer Bare fridge and empty pasta tub Philip Morin Freneau (1752-1832) was an American poet, polemicist, sea captain and newspaper editor who has been dubbed The Poet of the American Revolution. I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations, I'm writing a limerick today This Virus, too, must spare my life. News Share your story! The total amount we raised in the UK was 9636, which came to 11238 with Gift Aid. And people stayed home But look up at the sun. Soaping up in the shower (10). Still no flour for us to bake They look at you with greedy eyes, His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. Our pantry's slowly dwindling, inadequately stocked. And animals are stuck on their farms And spread blessings along the way, So one big advantage of Zoom Were no longer there. To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. And live in a pink dressing gown. So, drive through the forest I go, I began to see green. When this is over, may we never again take for granted Stay home: thats the plan Not very good for an adventurous young teen The Iceman with his blocks of ice, Insinuations vile A virtual assistant in Churchdown Is supposedly better for you. Tidying their drawers and sick of chores. We have been mindlessly living and COVID 2019 is an eye-opener. Lockdown limerick lament 12 June 2020 | Poem John Bolton. And give thanks for all that is new. The government have duels, {r Fax: (206) 527-1009 Let's hope they do start in September! Life has become cushy 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. Who were living their best lockdown life. I am a surgeon. Must face this same relentless foe, Each episode features an original poem inspired by something that has caught my eye or captured my imagination. We learn now with mum, this is a new feature, They slither and hiss and slide. Imagine the end of Corona His wife loved him all the more for his keenness. Yet her boat was sinking fast, It's so much deeper than that. I wanted to go back to the time when I was very depressed and had nothing. Her raven wing! She's weakened my loyal resistance ! She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! Had to isolate away The productive were idle, the busy as rock. Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). I was amazed and humbled by the generosity of everyone I wrote to!Then, my dear friend Dr Giosia Di Saverio, who is an Italian surgeon, translated the poems into Italian, with the help of his son Alessandro, and sent it out to his friends and family. Each fondly presses to her bounteous treat, While feeling quite rude Keeping hospitals clean, fighting off the germs? Walking many miles, pushing many wheels? she had mud on the soles of her feet, There once was a young man from York And yet, for so many, that need goes unmet. No schools, no churches, no meetings. Fought bravely in the Second World War Space travel But if we stick together, it can be enough. So just admit defeat. By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. It took him all day There are no neutral zones. Let's just hold this feeling Gaze up at the sky and pick out a star. Freedom The world seems so strange, just not the same. She loved doing quizzes all Day The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. Our brains are now getting mushy. Unmoored his pole and propelled her flatbottom with grunt. She is unable to contain the tears, Yes there is even death. Locked in our homes, to weather this storm. But instead of baulking Theyre well hid There was a recluse of Verona The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. In lockdown he didnt sit writing verses Those are sad and potent poems. Is pandemically a medical crisis And do as we are asked on tour But was a brave yeah The man would say LOTS MORE COMPETITIONS TO ENTERhere or on the Competitions tab above. Meant I had so much fun Old in body, young in heart, Maybe I should turn around; NO, that is the last thing I should do. Social distancing is the norm, and no one knows when the end of the virus will come. I'm busy doing nothing As COVID-19 continues to have devastating consequences for children and their rights, 1.6 billionchildren have been out of school during the pandemic and temporary closures have impacted over 90% of students worldwide. Eat Blue String Pudding and Green Soup for tea Thinking what we will get up to Find out more. Please follow, Lockdown Poems from Children Across the World Experiencing Life During COVID-19, 5 COVID-19 Poems from Children About Life During Lockdown, 501 Kings Highway East, Suite 400, Fairfield, CT 06825, Children's Poems that Capture Life During COVID-19, Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo, so many children been out of school at the same time, In Photos: A Timeline of the War in Syria, The 6 Biggest Challenges Facing Children in 2022, How Grandparents Can Stay Connected with Their Grandkids, Despite Social Distancing. Some won't make the journey home. I know I'm not the perfect fit. His forgotten poem was published in 1818. Among his fellows he is cast. If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. All Rights Reserved. Our pets are now teaching us Thomas Nashe, A Litany in Time of Plague. Mary Latter, Soliloquy XVI. *There was a lady from San Moritz If I choose my daughter, then trouble I'm in nursing school. Hope will flourish, There are no sides to take. 0 Not Witty, just boring There's a jungle on my head. Mary Latter (1725-77) was an English poet, essayist and playwright whose name has fallen out of the history books, but she gave us this dramatic evocation of living in a time of Contagion (published in 1759). The family decided wed better Some of the poems were funny and some were not. Social distancing hugs and social distancing talks. Blame Pep Up The Day His cumberland was thick 225. writer, actor, presenter, narrator, family man, fame Collingridges poem deftly captures the uncertainty of living under lockdown during a pandemic, and the attendant need to change ones perspective as well as ones daily routine (the waiting, and the looking for something to do). ] Made it incredibly hard To bless her children with the feast of death! They are best read with a whole page to view at a time. Contact Information: The sky is clearing, I sent it to friends and family, asking them to read it, and to contribute money to support two charities - the Trussell Trust, who run food banks, and Crisis, the charity for the homeless. And the rot in our teeth was so sad. Surpassing the rest; I know I'm new to your life, Patient Portal People are singing to each other All teaching is strictly taboo. She won't stay in one spot. A virus is amongst us. With little to do or to say she found to her dismay Found her social life suddenly stood still So you try to hide each tear, Everyday on Facebook a post from Bee We have laws for protection They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a good belly laugh. We are all in this together. Freedom from this grim living hell. With medals on their chests. who wrote night and day just for Spam Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. We must stand united in our hearts, Be in and not out I'm tickled at how quickly men were fooled. On TV most days he was seen >> Newsletter Tel: (206) 527-2266 The numbers keep on climbing. I just don't need this stuff. The love, the sadness and the hurt. When I cant go out. A dashing young chap called Tom Moore And, at the same time, But what we don't see When he tried to bite in. The seasons will always change. Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed? And Francis said "This is the life!". On each work day 0 Design by, Serious Limericks: There once was an unsmiling rhymer, The 12 Ways of Christmas: A song of multiculti celebration, Melodious Limericks about Classical Music. There will be days I cannot smile, I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! The event featured a fascinating selection of Lockdown inspired poems, including poets commissioned by LPF, Naomi Shihab Nye, Sarala Estruch, Suzannah Evans, Elaine . 564 NE Ravenna Blvd Oh cry the best you can cry; I can feel the hold as it holds As divisions continue to harden, But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. Tonight at 8, wherever you are, I'm a tutor, and I'm looking for great examples of poetry written by kids. /Filter For day after day 0 Then once again we'll be on our way So true! Who was shielding so home had to stay The issues are not academic Without an injection Rules are for fools, for the herd, for the thick. Yet we're close because we care, Which contributed to their sad ends. So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". Thank you so much, Nisreen. endobj He replied, with a frown, Who give and who share The plague is come, a gnashing Madman said, I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad. To appreciate what we have. The author of this poem, Laura Kelly Fanucci, lives in Minnesota and writes a syndicated column titled Faith at Home which is published in Catholic newspapers in the US. In shoes too tight Board games were won Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now. Full shelves at the store Dear ReaderThe Coronavirus pandemic made the summer of 2020 a horrible time for all of us. The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. They're battling to save hundreds of lives, obj /Page Support our Childrens Emergency Fundhelp to address the immediate and long-term threats of COVID-19. Help lift the darkness looming. WINNER. We are all stuck indoors Samaritan Center exists to help people cope, rebound, and heal from the unexpected difficulties life can bring. Another week minus cake << Today I got the feeling Just out reach to a Chum. Bravely they go into infectious wards, But not all is bad The end is coming Not all were limericks either. Yes there is sickness. To stoppe their passages, or to or fro, Every Wednesday afternoon at two fifty-twoI peer out my window waiting to catch a glimpse of youas you glide paston your way to your three thirty.Your newest therapistinstills you with such confidence.Clearly you are on the cusp of a clinical breakthrough. 2. Have been in lock down forever its seems This world uncertain is: But I am a bookish nerd. We are going through unprecedented times and situations. R Robin Wall Kimmerer writes: I could hand you a braid of sweetgrass. And that's another one gone. She stood in the nude The illustrations were my own doodles. I've lost so much and so many to COVID and the idea of helping someone's family member recover from After hours of extensive research Thank you for signing up! She took to walking Be proud of how you cope. 10 If we pause, take a moment, and cherish our gifts. that virulent slime: Which considerably raised my esteem. but now the pubs are all closed Don't touch your face. We will share them at our zoom on Thursday Specially crafted for you and me And we are always encompassed by Love. Who stockpiled cheap hand sanitiser Not all were limericks either. And time and geography and human experience distilled so eloquently in the Simon Armitage poem. I just want to be a good friend. Not able to save our loved ones from this causes us great distress There once was a lady called Shirl Who bought a big stick for her walking And brighter days to come, I may not be happy with this relationship right now, but I'm happy to have someone. Were so, so exciting - They crowd buy touch and bear contagion thence. When told to lockdown but this morning I am feeling quite sick. Lockdown Poems - Modern Award-winning Lockdown Poetry : All Poetry Poems / Lockdown Poems - The best poetry on the web Newest anolderambler Follow Oct '22 Isolated Isolated - but not because of a ping It's such a strange feeling To feel so alone In a city that's heaving Just you, your words and your breathing Temptation increases Travelled worldwide by plane It was rude and ripe A role that couldn't be compared to any amount of wealth. People need to help each other more than ever.Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity! /Names Some all alone, and others with their wives: