These days there's so much emphasis on social distancing and self isolation it seems the authorities are taking a hint from me with all of that regulation. Though it's obvious to note we're told to do it because of the corona virus; well, it just so happens I've been doing that for years, without all of the fuss. But, whether we like to admit it or not all people carry with them their own type of contagious something or other defining their life by which it's known. ______
A self explanatory poem about the current world situation. Written a few months ago in 2020.
Green, long grass. Fields tamed by stone walls Fences twisted by stray twigs. Breeze that brushes through Cows' ears and lambs' wools Strokes my hair as I stare With glee knowing that we Are joined by this same sensation.
Perhaps they avoid stepping on bluebells And then regrettably flatten buttercups like me. Might they not step on the cracks between stones, As I do not step on cracks between drains?
We share the same fear as other humans approach, Ready to flee if they come too close. For they could be the death of us Or we the death of them. Once this fearful distance is breached What will happen then?
Enslaved and encaged for uncountable days and years, They treated us like animals. Those brutal hands tried to crush the mob to the vile dust Lately though....we woke up.. from the slumber.... Then they couldn't stop the reawakened mob from seeking freedom.
The fresh air was ours again The land was once again restored to build our own nests We were free.
Sadly Yet again..an invisible bug has encroached our land Trying to test our patience Yet again....we are enslaved Yet again....our air is not safe to breathe
Can we gain our freedom back?
We can... We can... Yes....we can
Stand for yourself Stand for your family Stand for your country This time our motherland may not require your blood. Start the Social distancing movement and not the Non-cooperation Movement. Ignite the Hand washing March rather putting your Hands Up Unmask the foe by wearing a mask.
Our motherland will certainly wake up to a new morning Where the air will be fresh to breathe, Where the land will be free for the crowd to move, Where we again meet and enjoy gatherings Because...it is humans Who could Who can And who will always work night and day to fight out those cruel foreigners from our land!!
Darling........stay far away from Me, for a few days More. Until The Monster, reduces it's victims Score. We should not hold Hands, in times like This. No more Nights, of Midnight Bliss. The World is freaked out, with the ****** Virus. It hasn't spared Tom, ****, Harry nor Cyrus. It will be lingering for a While, like Viruses usually Do. Then leaving Us for Good, when We discover a Vaccine or Two. So hold on to your kisses, until this Nightmare gets Over. Then U can pass them to Me, your sweet, sweet Lover.
As I got off the tube in London and Climbed my way onto the ground I saw, The increasingly tempestuous but melodious rain collide with Thames like shiny little gems. The aroma of sweetness abroad the air, Led me to a small bakery on a secluded street, And through the display window I saw you, Sweeter than any pie, cupcake or pastry.
feeling lonely less a part my sanity left when this started its so sad because I'm sociable its so sad because my desires involve being with others its so sad because outside is a danger now and how i thrive is going out and seeing people going to public areas talking at bars socializing at restaurants its so sad because i don't know when this will end quarantine has ****** me and its so sad