"ppe" poems
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Fighters in midst of war,
A war without guns and bombs so far,
instead, a syringe with vaccines and drugs,
Wearing PPE battledress, a little snug,
Against invisible opponents, that's bizarre,
They called front-liners, our star.
Despite the danger ahead of them,
They still chose to risk their lives, what a gem,
So people stay indoor and pray,
Wear masks and clean your hands every day.
To our dearest front-liners,
You are all the best, ever,
Will we forget you? never,
We will remember you forever.
We love you to the core,
Today and forevermore,
Our precious front-liners,
Let's be safe and fight this together.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
she despises december through march
the arch of endless grey
when her body fades to snow, and
the dreaded holidays
come in perpetual flow
unshed rivers, ****** behind
those tired eyes
her velvet voice is rarely heard
truly,
weeks go by without a word
all year she fears
that day of months
afraid this time
she
will
dis
a
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
The Price of Sanctity
Hazy.. blind, I can't see a thing,
Sweat; an ocean__and I drown.
Trickling, feel rivers down my spine
Scorched, an all too normal tryst.
Elements, lost; wasted in the heat,
An itch; how quitely it goes ignored.
This headache. **** this headache
Someone get me a salve.
2 hours !
Twice has the clock ran by,
5 more, er..
But, can I last any long ?
Water ! No water ! No fluid
Traverses in to / without _
Hell ? No, it is dead men walking.
Heaven ? Has there ever any been?
Natural, welcome to the new order.
Living, shall never be any the same.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
My space ship ran out of control.
Hit planet Earth and made a hole.
Found myself in a forest.
Little beasties running free.
Some of the last ones left I'm told.
My comrades from space told me, or at least that's what I think they said.
Heard crazy monkeys making echoing sounds.
I started walking across the forest floor.
Walked and walked and walked some more.
I got to a clearing.
There I found a war of a peculiar kind, a little unfamiliar.
Strange creatures wearing weird clothes.
Looking a little like space folks in the highest fashion trends.
Very bright and colourful within their PPE.
Walked a little further henceforth, encountered death.
Thousands of poorly beings, awaiting **** or cure.
I wasn't sure what on earth was going on.
Got to too close and now I'm one.
A sickly being sneezed at me.
Covered me in other unmentionable body fluids.
Now although I'm feeling rather ill.
Had to get back to my spaceship while still I could.
A couple of hours of rapid repair.
Fired her up away from there.
Ebola became universal.
(C) LIVVI
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
I was once
A man/women
Like you
Unfeared
Unmasked
Uncovered
Unrested
To keep the pain at bay
I was once
A man/women
Like you
Sorry, I can't help
As you expect
Let me first wear
That PPE
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
While working my routine at Amazon
picking the same items I always have before
I was trans shipped to trans ship
filling me with anxiety
understanding unfamiliarity
nerve racked novice
sweat trickles down my face
soaking into my PPE.
Two man crew I'm meant to join
black guys wearing reflective vests
"I'm here to help, can you help me?"
blank stare foreground
empty workload background
perplexed aesthetic
French accented walls muffle communication
I form a reluctant alliance with repetition
yet my counterpart understands everything I say.
Their patience eases my troubled mind
when my capability falls short of my enthusiasm
hand gestures guide me free of frustration
I stay silent, only saying
"I'd talk more but I figure it'd be a hassle"
my learning ambassador understands
but his extra steps start a conversation
creating comforting small-talk acclimating aliens.
Sydna and Josue from Ivory Coast and Congo respectively
and respectful was all I wanted to be
yet I got the impression Josue was uncomfortable
after I had brought up gold, diamonds, and oil
but Sydna had taken control of the conversation
telling me all about the lottery he won to be here
I wondered what lottery's prize was living in Cincinnati
to work a factory job in Hebron.
We work bundling totes together
printing confusing and mysterious tags
reading ACY, CMH, SDF, JFK, or CSG
these bundles will be leaving CVG eventually
carried away on skids
to their indifferent destination
of the same capitalist company
just at another fulfillment center.
I guess I should be more grateful
to be in the poor nation of transportation
but I'm not—I'd rather be picking
where I can communicate with compatriots freely
but I'm far away from the south mod now
near the north side red tag area talking to strangers
it's just a shame
because there's plenty of material where I came from
but transitory shipment is where the work is.
Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 10:59 PM UTC
The caucigger that could, they call me with contempt,
as their president that 'can't' calls our country's
covid-19 testing a "badge of honor", when the usa has
4 % of the world's populace, yet 30 % of the world's
deaths from pandemic. While States like AZ and OH
are "stopping testing" to stop the 'bad news' of
extreme outbreaks of corona in meat packing plants,
nursing homes and prisons, which have been forced to
be defacto concentration camps, because workers aren't
allowed ppe's, social distancing, proper testing and
are threatened with arrest if they don't go to work.
I've never suffered, nor suffered from, normal, the
northern malaise, euro-centrism, nor academia, a blood
disease, yet, the united **** of assassin's populace is
by going along to get along, hoping to not be coronaed.
This while their grandparents are being exterminated
at a higher rate than the lower-middle-class to poor,
40 % of covid deaths, and that could easily be stopped.
The Gov't won't stop it because that's one of the main
reasons that they organically introduced the virus to
wildlife markets in Wuhan. You see the repubs haven't
been able to "privatize" S.S. for 15 years, so they've
'legal-like' pandemiced them to steal their life, S.S..
As well, the global axi of supposed power, East, West,
headed up by Putin, his puppets, and **** of Utin, are
totally back in charge, dictating that "the world must
return to normalcy, open up too soon", to cement the
permanence of corona as a tool of extermination. The
global oligarchy will be able to use to modulate their
'final solution', the extermination of all life for $,
ending their humane problems, freedom, voting, rights.
So the replacing of orga, workers with mecha, robots,
automation will be forced to proceed regardless, the
terrorism of tens of millions extra murdered ending
resistance to the climate crisis. Prosecute, execute
the pigs, frontliners in their swine's flu war on you.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
In a ward overcrowded
Patients confounded left distressed
While overworked essentials crave rest
But the best they can do is a guess
Smiles of comfort not even seen through the screen of PPE
And machines that help them rest
As they take their last ventilated
Breath.
A big gentle man
Cracks on with his plan just
To survive as any man can
In a hotbed pandemic
Hatred endemic for his kind
Devalued in life and in death
He is stopped blind
Takes his last suffocated
Breath
A pleading young mother
Kids scream at each other
It’s all too much for dad
It’s a rage and he’s had
A few and that’s not the least
Can’t get away from the beast
She covers her bruises
Picks up her youngest
And
Hopes she can get through the worst
Hot blood on the cold knife
Sweet murdered wife takes her last
Breath
Stagnant Suffocating confinement
The unrelenting walls closing in-
Hale, exhale; Zoom yoga and baking dough
Obliged to show forget the death
For a brief moment you
Took away my
Breath.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
Lying in this bed I (insistently) made,
I find anything but satisfaction.
(Let alone...
comfort.)
Excavated artifacts encircle
My desolate frame,
Asking inescapable questions
Of a hard-fought,
Though fateful battle.
Haze begins to ^^clear^^.
Pigments melding to restore a
Grander painting...:
~__NothingButAnswers.__~
*too little.
...too late.*
I had lost sight
Of the all the magic that was you and I.
Lost track
Of the time we ~{infused}~ with beauty.
Lost memories
Of moments that molded my mind,
My heart, my soul...
Moved further
From my home nextto yours.
Wondering & Wandering,
Initiating dark internal wars.
I>>lost << you
in the crossfire and haze of doubt.
I lost [yourhand] within ]mine[
The moment I trifled with that
Reckless piece of weaponry.
Your face slowly disa| |ppe| |ar| |e| |d
From my sky.
Constellations forsook your name.
Nevertheless,
I could only look (vv)down(vv)
At the carnage I was conducting.
Blinders obscuring my ||every option||...
[[no]thing]
but
.endings.
My world was deficient
In beauty and splendor;
Void of love, light, and words like “forever”.
And [.__you__.]
Just standing there.
Forlorn.
In the [ ] center [ ] of my battlefield
Between [logic] and [emotion],
Palms open to the heavens,
With only questions
still gone unanswered.
I,
__The Fool__,
Not.once to look up,
Fall to my knees
And surrender my hands to your stArs.
Not.once question
Why I picked up that deadly instrument.
Not.once turn my gaze
From misguided mirage.
You were ≥right≥≥there≤≤,
All along.
Trying to make better sense of my riddles.
Trying to hold on to a listless wrist,
Whose pair was waging a worthless war.
I cry, now, (__drunk__with__sadness__,)
For those deprived fingers,
And how they desperately looked
For a hint of life
In my callus clutches.
I cry for the night's frozen wishes,
Fervently howling for my heed.
I cry for __The1One__
Who stood in the eye of my storm;
Devastated,
Obliterated,
Un /-_-/ [done].
These recurring reminders;
Now all that remains
Of our weathered pages(andpagesand...).
Footnotes tattooed:
Never to forget
How I couldn’t remember
The magic once sculpted
Inamomentof:
- ...forever...
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
Diaper
Is
A
Topic
That
Should
Be
Talked
More
After
PPE
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC
I am taking notes.
I am adhering to the rules
Yet, I feel numb on the inside, restless,
Corona corvid 19 takes takes
And keep on taking away our family units,
How many more question, can we asked
Why, why, and why God?
Why so many corona corvid deaths
I cannot watch anymore,
I can’t feel anymore am I dreaming?
Am I feuding? Am I stressing?
Is it my place to asked these questions
Have heaven run out of wings.
Like PPE for our essential workers,
Being silence is not is not relaxing anymore
Silence is a true friend who never betrays
Don’t blame the funeral directors,
Blames the Administrators, the politicians’,
The world leaders, a matter of facts
Don’t blame, set a flame and remove the blame:
Jesulema, Jesulema,: more death than ww2
Coronavirus death soars, surpass fatalities in Vietnam War
Have been read in the headlines, lessons on waist lines
Don’t blame, set a flame and remove this so called facts or Bats
Oh! 2020 the year of the death,
The blazing death of fire,
A year no one is going to admired:
a year of the blame,
a year of deadly facts or bats
Oh! JerSulema,
Oh God almighty.
A year of question,
A year of the wings
A year to spend less on the fire arms
And more on the PPE,
Let tackle this enemy:
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
Awake at 0415
Sleep still in my eyes
Bundle up crib
**** and a ****
Shave clean
Coffee on the boil
Then, on the road.
Lit ciggy
Volume still up from last night
Knock it down a notch
Until the ears can focus...
Swipe on, turnstile spins
Follow in suit
Say g'day to nightshift
As the hi-vis is donned
PPE all strapped on
Steel capped **** kickers
Helmet slap, follow the crowd
To prestart.
Sit and nod, coffee lukewarm
Handover from nights
Sign on lads and ladies
Lock on, work instruction, THA
We are all dressed the same
The same team
With the same goal
To go home...
We don't know how it all works
In our silo, doing our bit
For our 12 hour stint
For 7 days.
Just before 6
With our bodies worn and ready
For a quiet bevvy
With mates we made at work
Swipe off, turnstile spins
Say g'day to nightshift
It'll be our turn next swing
Top job, had a win.
Microwave feed
Boots at the door
TV just for the noise
Stare at the phone
They ring before bed
Let it ring out
How was your day?
Same as every other, don't bother.
Asleep before head hits pilla
Awake at 0415
Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 9:11 PM UTC
The maths was wrong for exam results, that caused a mums revolt.
Now you're messing with primary schools and half the kids have Covid.
Then you rolled the dice again and landed on a 6, geometric progressions really aren't your thing.
If six meet six and six meet six and six meet six today, saving the NHS will be next weeks headline again.
And now it seems companies scammed your furlough scheme while you were buying PPE, you mates made a fortune but was useless to me.
We ate out to help out, that was the catchy line. What will be the next one..
Stay home or f###### die?
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
When It Gets Real
On stand by tonight until ten
Ready for PPE
None came my way
Call it a victory mark it down as a win
Tomorrow though confirmed for me
Tomorrow is a new day
Tomorrow I will come in
I will transport patients with COVID—19
So for them, for me I pray
No need to worry
No reason to know what to feel
All that matters is I do what I do
When it gets real
Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/31/2020
All rights reserved
Happy Birthday baby!!!
Sorry I had to work so late tonight
Love you ❤️❤️❤️
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC