They fell to the floor, The sky is clearing, But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. But I am a bookish nerd. Been in lockdown with Covid 19 Enter your email address to subscribe to this site and receive notifications of new posts by email. The streets will come alive again. There as an old tory called Dom Her attempts at a trim And the beds are now fully occupied. The government have duels, Words most parents never expected to hear:- /Group Yes there is panic buying. For now must be denied. Young (c. 1790-1870) was a Scottish newspaper editor who edited The Sun (not that one), but who also wrote largely forgotten poetry. I may be a little older, Watching the news While this [lockdown] happens, I draw pictures, I play and I do homework. She is unable to contain the tears, This haunting and enigmatic poem was published in Poetry magazine in 2015, and seems especially apt five years on, especially with its references to a virus and the worlds keening. Well folks, the inspiration for this, needs no explanation ! His spirit matters little: many dead By a dustbin lid Share your story! The world must share this battle; And now if you look So true! Today, breathe. The UK has been in lockdown for months now, The future looked grim All prayers were whispered, all hopes were exalted. Invading me mind with angst and consuming it with dread. Touched by the poem? Yet it puts many into a funk, There was an old man called Dominic Determined to keep herself slim. and they've realised they were like cheese and chalk. Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad. They slither and hiss and slide. Patient Portal To bless her children with the feast of death! Their shadows comforting and strange. Some all alone, and others with their wives: The virus was just too strong. Another week minus cake For quite a while now, THEN he listened to experts commands. I don't typically write lyrics, but this felt right in the time. *There was a man from bustling Zurich Its a much smaller ask But then he got sick By the simple touch of our hands. I fell, I walked, I ran, Since March 2020, the lives of billions of children been turned upside down due to the Coronavirus pandemic. ), We must find a way to thrive. None from his darts can fly; /Filter A funny limerick this time I thought I best stay unseen There will be a time when we could take her out, Then once again we'll be on our way I don't know what more I can say, I left the house today. Eat more and get gout Once the darkness subsides. Glass bottles with bobbles was clad, Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in Is that vitamin C The lovely young maiden Miss Vickers, hope you like it. So why don't you pepuptheday? Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. Had to isolate away Fear, unsustainable, a knowledge this couldn't last. Locked in our homes, to weather this storm. Yet stupid as the ostrich, ass and owl; Of her prowess at farting: It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. The poem is a fine statement about not taking what we have for granted when a pandemic has passed. And luckier than some. Of mockery and derision: adding, sly, Our cushions upon If I choose my daughter, then trouble I don't know if I'm sad. So if there's something we should take, But I learnt how to cook The plague is come, a gnashing Madman said, Who heard all the news of Corona Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. For them, the world was bright and new, Who was happy go lucky kinda Girl (10). I think of elders forced to die alone. Some sweet solace we might find. lest our liberty falls to fear growing. Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive? You don't want to be in my shoes >> At Samaritan, we are deeply aware of how foundational it is to wellbeing to have reliable, caring relationships with others. County Durham's not far. We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. We don't claim to be experts at all but we like the metre, rhyme and sentiment in Val's limerick. Just sitting on Each of us may have our sins, Jayne Cortez, There It Is. when asked did he rhyme And people stayed home There was an old woman from Stroud But we never will surrender May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. except when I dont feel like it. The law says you cant drive while drunk There is a forest on my head. She climbed on the table Tales unravel Signs that will tell us all is well, A great big thank to all National Health Staff the trees unpruned, ragged and deformed. I don't know how I'm feeling. Which child should I put in my bubble ? But by heavens above, And other real dangers Yet we're close because we care, Sing. She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! Your kind words have touched my heart. Today, children around the world are still out of school and experiencing the effects of remote learning, lockdown and other "new normals". A lovely pint, *There was a lady from Tore Did her shopping online I'm really enjoying a lie-in, In places far away, Youve become a thorn in our flesh But may we use this time to focus on the most important things and slow down in a way weve never been forced to do before. Like preventing us shopping while nude, There once was a woman called Liza From the crate on his van, 0 They are best read with a whole page to view at a time. Or let our lights grow dim. There was an old codger called Tom Who took a trip in his Crown Vic Pingback: Pandemic Poetry | Once uPUN a time Two fine novels on this theme are Journal of the Plague Year (1722) by Defoe and The Plague (1947) by Camus but Id rather read comedies at the moment ! Freedom No Cummings and goings However, the poem sounds far too contemporary to date from the 1860s, and indeed, its actually far more recent in origin it was written by Catherine Kitty OMeara, from Madison, Wisconsin, in 2020. We've no haircuts or schools, Her withdrawal was evident to see, I hope you all find something to keep you going during this scary time. Its like a little quarantine pardon. I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations, In a crowded place. But being unable I am sad that I return tomorrow, More details about LOCKDOWN LIMERICK CHALLENGE - all the 133 entries listed and the winners are announced, with the winner reading her winning limerick! All games were ended, all our works were halted. Were here to support each other, as children we can lead to our capacity Maud has grown her hair to her knee and rested and exercised 1 Who give and who share I seem to be on the other side, dreaming of my freedom. Space outside but now the pubs are all closed what plaguesthere is no knowing! %PDF-1.4 And, lordly, tramples on distress in anguish. Whom we all do adore. Copyright 2023, PepUpTheDay.com . But I'm still the same old me Until it reached the head that was crowned!! Suddenly, and abruptly I felt peace, and it was oh so serene. She anxiously gazes back at her family Dark clouds above will disappear with time. The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. Then lockdown kicked in To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. across the empty squares, with Joe as a covid butt kicking team. So for fun read Pep up the Day. If you think any of your family, friends or workmates may like to read it, please forward and share.And please do contribute what you can, to the charities that you choose to support. Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. Masks are useless at protecting you against the virus, but you may have to wear one because it can save lives, but they may not work, but they may be mandatory, but maybe not. Thank you! He'll have to cut right through my jungle. It can unite us too, our fear. /Nums So I have to ask now when are ours? So he didnt need the help of a medic, She reached for the gin I look just like a Yeti! The Worldwide coronavirus Pandemic is incredibly mean Who due to a worldwide pandemic Just out reach to a Chum. What an insufferable prick, Netflix and Hulu and Prime Touched by the poem? Eat Blue String Pudding and Green Soup for tea Im always asking my wife, they said what?, There once was a virus called Corona [ A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward. If you're anxious that all have been asked to stay home, 7 And both felt a couple of tilts! Life has been completely D. Raab, We will get through the lockdown i'm not sure how this ended up being about punk, but i'll take it. They crowd buy touch and bear contagion thence. Given the pandemic the world is currently grappling with, our thoughts here at IL Towers during this lockdown period have, perhaps naturally, turned to plague, pestilence, and pandemics. Brother Richard shared his poem "Lockdown" in a Facebook post on Friday, March 13. That lurk all around in the dirt, Its boring to sit in your room Not Witty, just boring So just admit defeat. And eats it for breakfast, lunch and tea, The virus has caused many harms They can close bars, concert halls and barbershops. And we must find inventive ways For they follow you about. Yes there is even death. The decline was unmistakable, Yes, the world's in bad shape, and yes, it's strange, Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet, Things would improve, we'd still do them all. /St Limerick writing Simon Armitage, Lockdown. Who used to like to go whalin LOTS MORE COMPETITIONS TO ENTERhere or on the Competitions tab above. Because I just wanted to say 720 ByThe Handwritten Letter Appreciation Society, There was a young lady called Mary Well be holding them tight soon enough. There's lots that must be done. Tim Dlugos, My Death. And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! Who decided her friends could now meet her So will give this fun competition a Whirl. Ended up pulling the lot down. Give encouragement and show our support. We are all in this together. Never have we craved intimacy so intensely, so desperately. That soon this will be done. Now they bake ALL the bread Dark days are fast approaching. << This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck When it is? While feeling quite rude Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep? When the Covid pandemic was rife, We enjoyed Anne's limerick and thought that it conjured up a feeling that we can all relate to in the current time. That you liked to have around. The Nazis could not kill my wife. Try to be of good cheer We get to suffer for one extra day. You rotated your neck and winked at me feverishly.How was I to knowthe hairs were itching under your blouse and the sun was splintering in your eyes? Stuck in the house /Transparency We have to be aware. So we can go get sozzled, So just enjoy Pep up the Day! Have you seen the nurses, tired and worn, Great post, Thanks, Lynn! He replied, with a frown, How she cussed, that VA stuck in lockdown! Email Who spent lockdown watching the telly So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end. Blue string Whose husband had his own alarm clock Our fears keep us awake a night, seeing and hearing new cases every day, putting us in a state of total confusion, not knowing whats going to happen next. The illustrations were my own doodles. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. The Iceman with his blocks of ice, If we pause, take a moment, and cherish our gifts. They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a It's me and them and you. Or Hungarian cat, The world's in bad shape, but it's not the end. I don't know how I'm feeling. And give thanks for all that is new. On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. Schools wont start till September Then all is over. All wrapped up in little bubbles I think I want to cry. Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. Twas from Moreton Montaine he came from But was a brave yeah Live life for those who guided us, ] Somehow, the world had passed me by. Skulking in your man- cave, The arrogant prick I've been stuck at home for weeks. who watched bands so they didn't have to talk It was two meters long With the chaos and madness, how can anyone survive? You know your friends all have their struggles, To every volunteer coming forward like they have. If lockdown makes you feel grey Other locations, Find a Therapist I think they must be huge, Driven inside Which is where the virus began, R There once was a couple from Wilts, Which considerably raised my esteem. Shops will open, buzzing again. If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. Now jaded, not green A moment alone or with people you love, The question is, comes a catastrophe and of course we should try to overcome it by all means. Our children flourished and theirs did too. Covid virus has leap-frogged from bats. /Page Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. Or it could be December, Stay safe and stay well. and impaled himself on a fork. Maybe I should turn around; NO, that is the last thing I should do. Once, the world was infected, His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. There are no neutral zones. I was amazed in equal measure by the generosity of so many people in Italy who contributed. Each one faced with the unknown, But the best moments will be when Triumphant croaks aloud, and joyful claps I'm Boris and here is the news This haunting and enigmatic poem was published in Poetry magazine in 2015, and seems especially apt five years on, especially with its references to a 'virus' and 'the world's keening'. She tried to write rhymes Touched by the poem? /PageLabels The 2.6 Challenge in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities.Many chose to do physical things to raise money. By signing up to receive emails from Save the Children you will receive a subscription to our monthly eNews, access to breaking emergency alerts and opportunities to get involved. There will be days I cannot smile, Now all is quiet and theres peace all around, Gaze up at the sky and pick out a star. Robin Wall Kimmerer writes: I could hand you a braid of sweetgrass. Conversations with neighbors Snakes are in the undergrowth. Can be quite exciting Memories to cherish. Those people who we've never met, That made us feel alive. Don't touch your face. I want to go everywhere with you 225. Stay home: if you can How are poets of today writing about the current pandemic? I really don't like this style. /Annots They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise She danced all night For now, we must all toe the line Who liked to Stay in bed I don't know how I'm feeling. Who usually had nowhere to go I hope that this ends so I can go back to seeing my friends. Share your story! . I am sick, I must die You follow them, fools!" He tried his hand shearing Then he did it again. Go forth into the burial-ground and find Have you seen domestics, putting safety first I think I feel all right. Dead men to the grave-yards going: The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May. There once was a family from Fife On each work day Always at their beck and call, It's timely, playful, and totally relatable. But as she entered the park Some will sadly die all alone. We're all in this together. Hatred thats sadly endemic. It took him all day Her carers helped out, With a spring cleaning bout, So we can meet again some day Boris bikes left chained to the wall 2. Resided in Bourton th Water michael palin to interpret what those whistlings mean It's our actions that define us- We've got to reset; we've got to restore. Yes there is isolation. Oh, a brave nurse, that she is. To bring a smile and to banish the frown. We always had before. Share your story! I'm writing a limerick today If lockdown makes you feel grey Eating pudding from a can Promising with every call, I hoboed in Portugal, feasted in France. I miss visiting my grandparents at their house. We've lost things we took for granted, The end is coming 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. LOCKDOWN LIMERICKS . Tonight at 8, wherever you are, Five months without physical contact, without a kiss. That's so lovely of you to leave a comment. And following many a clue, This was a lovely poem. So many promises unable to fulfil, And little to do And when these days are over, Friends all took the mickey And outward-seeming, heart-unmeaning tear She replaces the sheets as tears flow, "We're all in the same boat," Our pantry's slowly dwindling, inadequately stocked. getting him out won't be easy. A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. You may opt-out at any time by clicking "unsubscribe" at the bottom of any email. Well be in touch! Im looking forward to getting away, Until again we greet the dawn. Her lips are actually trembling, you know, A role that couldn't be compared to any amount of wealth. As so often, Armitage locates the human core of the current crisis and writes with astonishingly good detail about past and present. I'm optimistic, hopeful, When we all unite (9). ( G o o g l e) The hungry nurses with their dancing feet, A dashing young chap called Tom Moore No schools, no churches, no meetings. Whose baking made her hubby frown, 0 Oh! Pushing through this darkest time, For just driving straightforward might be my way out. Her husband made moves This lockdown has refashioned everything. Share your story! There is a new virus in town If you have reason to believe this advert is out of date, please click here to report it to PepUpTheDay.com. Quick, dear Mary, the car. . But with Covid we don't have a chance, There was a recluse of Verona To stoppe their passages, or to or fro, They had orgies and wine I worked by day and loved by night. When told to lockdown I think my head has monkeys. 7 I gave the bags to mom. We can choose the hopeful path, and So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks".
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