Pandemic Poems
The drowned city
by Chris Quinn
As I walk to the office, through a city made strange by emptiness
The skies over Merrion Square roil like moody surf
And, for a moment, a vision fills my eyes
A city drowned beneath the waves, with neither gravity nor bustle
A discarded face mask caught in the silent tidal rhythm floats by
Waters not of the salt of biblical ire but wrought of carelessness
And yet, In the desert of the real
The furore of noise and faces has become amniotic and tranquil
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Fit Covid-19
by Stewart Watkins
Pushups and planks
Now armpits stank.
Roping and jumping
Outdoors I'm loving
Kicking and punching
Tension and stress I'm releasing
Netflix on house arrest
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Ghost Town
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
Hum Dekhte
by Thanshu Guliani
Hum bhi agar panchi hote to aakash dekhte
Saari duniya so rahi hoti magar hum prakash dekhte
Mausam jo bhi hota, par apni chah me aksar
Hum apne pankh khol dete aur log humari udaan dekhte
Hum makan dekhte
Hum, makan dekhte
jinme kitni aankhe taras rahi hai udne ko
jahan in cheekhon ka naam nahi hai rukne ko
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Seasons of evil - number 19
by Steve Solodoff
It once again has begun.
Upon me fully, all at once, without warning.
Though I should have known,
I should have been ready.
It happens again;
at the same time,
in the same way,
with the same sickening dread.
But I fear this year, this season,
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Ghost Town
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
Fit Covid-19
by Stewart Watkins
Pushups and planks
Now armpits stank.
Roping and jumping
Outdoors I'm loving
Kicking and punching
Tension and stress I'm releasing
Netflix on house arrest
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The Sound of Silence
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Splashing down liquid voices,
a troubled peace of silence enveloped
the fragile land.
Here comes Queen Lockdown with her septic flowers.
The church bells chime mutely,
with refined silence and hypnotic horror.
Funerals and weddings merged like companies,
Counting on numbers frugally.
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Seasons of evil - number 19
by Steve Solodoff
It once again has begun.
Upon me fully, all at once, without warning.
Though I should have known,
I should have been ready.
It happens again;
at the same time,
in the same way,
with the same sickening dread.
But I fear this year, this season,
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Pandemic March 2020
by Michele Bandler
I don’t know what day it is anymore
And time no longer matters
Modern life as I’ve known it,
Is on hold.
Beliefs I’d long held, are turned upside down.
“Virtual communication – cell phones ----are isolating us,”
I’d said. “Get out of your house, join a group, meet face to face” I’d said.
Now, technology is all that we have to connect, since we
Cannot get out, join a group, or meet face to face.
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