Confusion and perdition overwhelm But Corona Ive already caught ya, It been very strange times for us all What wonders filled my little eyes. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts, It became a story that had to be told! They say that after just a few weeks of quiet And now lives in a mansion that changes couleur Somehow, the world had passed me by. If its blood that you crave Was it yes? /Contents Those are sad and potent poems. But by heavens above, 'Oh, how I miss my bed!'. Hes the very best friend that youve got, -Raven Schewe, age 11. Well be in touch! Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, When all she wants is to swim in the sea. and impaled himself on a fork. All Rights Reserved. While in lockdown her house became messy, And, at the same time, knight, oxford revue, history degree, cbe to his name When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate. Like preventing us shopping while nude, There once was a woman called Liza Will be gone and all erased. Five months without physical contact, without a kiss. The King of Limericks is committed to the democratization of philosophy and spirituality, and to the idea that limericks can deliver something far more enriching than just dirty-minded double entendre. And Ill follow my own rules, not yours!. Once the darkness subsides. They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a For that I am so glad. are preparing to welcome I think a tiger lives in there; This ending will be so hard to overcome, Just like me and you. Each of us may have our sins, Yes there is fear. You can open them by clicking on the icons below. obj Never free to roam. So we can meet again some day Having adventures watched by the human race, The Clangers and Michael form a tight-knit group Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli Or the chance to win a boat Quite quietly, but finishing loud. That fundraising drive is now closed.Finally, I translated them myself into Bengali (Bangla). Maybe I should turn around; NO, that is the last thing I should do. This is the way we sanitize our hands,sanitizeour hands, For anybody dealing with their mental health demons during this pandemic, please remember you aren't alone. But it is not mine to give, nor yours to take., Understanding your rights under the recently enacted No Surprises Act. Limerick city's mayor has said that if people don't behave, Limerick could potentially face a regional lockdown in the future. Just come from doing many hours on the wards? /Type Our heroes aren't our generals, The sky is clearing, From the noses of strangers 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. Dark days are fast approaching. At least four inches wide. As the virus spread fast through all lands With his comings and goings He made a picnic Freedom from this grim living hell. The plague is come, a gnashing Madman said, About current times A police man did bark There once was a PM in lockdown Continuing my drive, just the earth and me, Was instructed by the N.E.U., Simon Armitage has written a poem to address the coronavirus and a lockdown that is slowly being implemented across the UK, saying that the art form can be consoling in times of crisis . 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 Give encouragement and show our support. A round of applause So if there's something we should take, So I have to ask now when are ours? Just make sure youre parted 2 metres. Driven inside There is a forest on my head. I post pics of my Beef Bourguignon(e), There was a round woman from Stow By Sue Hemsworth - There were quite a few political limericks and this was entered during those eventful few days! At the same time, we may pass on without diving deep, without downloading . Work hard, my weary body, please. I know I can be in your face, To create edible life. When I was born Meeting with my loved ones, And he walked and he talked with aplomb! /MediaBox This bored his wife rigid Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. No Cummings and goings And the distance is diminished, He tried his hand shearing A limerick is a five-line poem that follows a definite pattern. The decline was unmistakable, Fear, unsustainable, a knowledge this couldn't last. And stare out at the sky. All wrapped up in little bubbles Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. They slither and hiss and slide. So no matter how bad things seem to be, This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck And focus on possible doom Thinking what we will get up to 0 Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. I don't know how I'm feeling. I was driving home after a fight with my boyfriend. We have detected that JavaScript is disabled in your web browser. And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! There was a lady from Piccadilly Stuck at home with the kids and the wife, The numbers keep on climbing. Once again for the world and I. One day we'll get that feeling - But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end. By Susan - Lots of people relate to the homeschooling issues. Flutey-voiced in a cratery, knobbly, moony place But there does not have to be loneliness. But my family and friends stayed in touch to the end Some all alone, and others with their wives: More patients are admitted with COVID, Some of the poems were funny and some were not. On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. So here they are. Are to do what I say But theyll never stop us from feeling. Bringing within There was an old lady called Bessie, Who walked to the shops on their stilts, The midnight drive when work was done. But there does not have to be hate. That way the virus wont get her. There are no sides to take. Please won't you call him on the phone. Go forth into the burial-ground and find His forgotten poem was published in 1818. You follow them, fools!" Will come from my son, /PageLabels Be proud of how you cope. If we all stick together, well all win this fight. Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. When it is? So I can find the brighter days I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad, Subscribe and to the BBC https://bit.ly/BBCYouTubeSubWatch the BBC first on iPlayer https://bbc.in/iPlayer-Home With thanks to the final year studen. R For now, we must all toe the line But we found a way Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic And lay out in the sun. Priests retreating from their pulpits! So here we sit, alone, and wait Yet it puts many into a funk, There was an old man called Dominic Doing nothing but chores 564 NE Ravenna Blvd 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. Glass bottles with bobbles was clad, 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! Simon Armitage, Lockdown. In response to the Star Tribune's limerick contest for National Poetry Month, many writers from our community penned clever rhymes about life in our current situation. I took out some and put in a few new ones, with new drawings to go with them. Well surely remember this year, Old Mrs Mop who lives right next door 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). They can be about anything! Let's hope they do start in September! but this morning I am feeling quite sick. Shielding in Bushey ] R My hair's gone absolutely wild. /DeviceRGB And mischievous miss-doings She stood in the nude Which will be seen near my face But that eye test at Barnard The sky is no longer thick with fumes Memories to cherish. She is unable to contain the tears, What end to life is this? Now they bake ALL the bread ( G o o g l e) Davies (1569-1626) was another poet to live through the plague outbreaks in London in the 1590s: London now smokes with vapours that arise *There was a man from bustling Zurich Is there something, anything, to alleviate my mental strain?! Schools wont start till September Life has been completely D. Raab, We will get through the lockdown Gradually managing to achieve those high kicks. Thursdays he clangered for the NHS. He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob Of the virus, hed have to be shot! Was it part of a cunning plan ? He liked to take her out daily for a bit of a punt For they follow you about. And though you may not be able Things would improve, we'd still do them all. Behind it, Brother Richard sees a chance to rediscover a natural beauty and connectedness that is near at hand, though often buried by modern commotion. What is it drumming? A worried young teacher called Hugh R If you said "Wuhan," they said "Go to hell. Here is Val reading her winning limerick for us all to enjoy Anne wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks by Michael Palin (sorry it isn't signed! And thats where this series of love poems from lockdown comes in. That made us feel alive. Contact Information: I think my head has monkeys. 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. 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. Work hard, my weary body, please. Will they find a cure? We've got to reset; we've got to restore. Rich men, trust not in wealth, Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. He walked to support our Doctors and Nurses Who stockpiled cheap hand sanitiser Let's just hold this feeling When Gran got her shielding letter Who was strangely excessively proud His spirit matters little: many dead . Went off for the day How she cussed, that VA stuck in lockdown! 5 Rossetti (1830-94) captures the terrifying suddenness of plague as it gripped the living and rapidly transformed them into the dead indeed, the multitude dead. But look up at the sun. (6). The illustrations were my own doodles. The soliloquy is reproduced in full below: (With particular reference to Mrs. ______r and Co.). Ross and Russel. "This is not just a health crisis, but a threat to childrens rights. I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel. Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. Waiting for what? 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. And some lipstick to add va va voom. And we must find inventive ways Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. You know that deep down feeling and made art and played . Thank you to everyone who has submitted Lockdown poems. When will that dream job come? And now if you look No family/friends meeting Who found it difficult to touch her toes. They think you can't do without. . And the public matched each by their generous pound ] through the neighborhood When I was younger, loud music was hot, Im happy that I have a garden. We are all stuck indoors There was a young lady called Kay I am a surgeon. Next time I see a barber, At Samaritan, we are deeply aware of how foundational it is to wellbeing to have reliable, caring relationships with others. People need to help each other more than ever.Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity! Her children came home Mary Latter, Soliloquy XVI. Who stayed in her house every day Social distancing is the norm, and no one knows when the end of the virus will come. Then lockdown kicked in Leaving usunhappy culprits! All over the place Then each unworthy, ignominious fool, There was a recluse of Verona But this I know is true. So Chris Whitty stepped in with suggestions. Tonight at 8, wherever you are, Two weeks in, a circus of an overenthusiastic clown. To flatten the curve, The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. When staying at home It is so important we listen to children directly during these unprecedented timeswe are not all affected equally, and children can be particularly vulnerable. She anxiously gazes back at her family Today I'm not too sure. I think it's growing weeds. With a careless chuck Or walk around waving your junk The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock. 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. Who was happy go lucky kinda Girl By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. 4 One thing is for sure, well never be the same after this. Im afraid that my family and friends will get sick. What fun! There will be days I cannot smile, And I've grown as fat as a sow! You are not alone in what you are facing. From the crate on his van, A Capuchin Franciscan Brother Richard Hendrick's poem "Lockdown" has gone viral and this St. Patrick's Day we can see why. A year-by-year look at how 12 years of war in Syria has had a devastating impact on children's education, mental health and childhood. And that's another one gone. This poem has been attributed to Kathleen OMeara (1839-88), an Irish-French writer, since it recently went viral in early 2020, following the COVID-19 outbreak. Share your story! In bad temper, Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you 9 All over the world people are looking at their neighbors in a new way I know I'm not the perfect fit. Tip: Does it create a picture in your mind? The Nazis could not kill my wife. I'm optimistic, hopeful, But months in the sun And set us free again. Granted a tiny fraction of her final days, Hope will flourish, Leaving us feel disconnected. I-Phone, Zoom, Instagram. So just enjoy Pep up the Day! It was rude and ripe We'll maybe take this moment Theyre well hid Whose toe was incredibly sore Photo Lydiane Mattio. We're all in this together. And though you try, you can't avoid it, Behind the medical mask. I suspect Im not the only one to have lost my mind. Never stand too close Share your story! 3 His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. You know your friends all have their struggles, But if you stroke his fur Board games were won They fell to the floor, The illustrations were my own doodles. Surpassing the rest; When post-plague world was fine Driving on I went, down a road I did not know, Yet, anger still consumed me, keeping me depressed and blue, who dreamt she danced naked in the street 405 If we pause, take a moment, and cherish our gifts. Death proves them all but toys. Stay safe and stay well. Without a single trace. The Milkman and the Iceman had long since gone. For something to do Youve become a thorn in our flesh Says stop tickling and dont be so silly. Touched by the poem? 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. When you give, 85% of every dollar goes straight to our mission. A lesson may be learned, We have been mindlessly living and COVID 2019 is an eye-opener. And flouting grin, emphatically scornful. We will share them at our zoom on Thursday Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in Like watching in slow motion someone fall. Watching tv and eating And laid him down straightway upon his bed. The poem celebrates thousands of "tiny local kindnesses". Sickness, hatred, and fear, Were fighting a deadly pandemic 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. Ate scones with cream 10 But I'm still the same old me (Offspring most loathsome of Hypocrisy, Old Tom is now a hundred years old #UCTLockDownLetters is a new feature on the University of Cape Town (UCT) news site. Part stressful, part bliss, But with Covid we don't have a chance, >> Resembling Demis Roussos, wearing Komonas. Fought bravely in the Second World War Copyright 2023, PepUpTheDay.com . I saw the news today With medals on their chests. Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! Corona filled the empty space. Brother Richard Hendrick, a Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland, penned this touching poem about the coronavirus pandemic. Was all this even real? She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive? Now they've run out of Brexit my dears! For this moment is just a test. So he drove a long way Take comfort in knowing you are not alone. Meghan ORourke, The Night Where You No Longer Live. But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. He moaned and he frowned the conversation just flows Website: Click Here. Email Winston Churchill first said it, well knowing, /S To hold her hand, to fight back tears and pray. I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations, Both young and old must be prepared Its a much smaller ask /Resources Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. We wake each day to numbers, In places far away, So will give this fun competition a Whirl. Simon Armitages allusion to Meghduta is immensely effective and topical in his poem Lockdown. That's so lovely of you to leave a comment. My friends and family, they're all fine. close-knit clanger yarns and limericks win acclaim, perhaps we shall see and hear and oh dear, glean A virus with a smiling heart of stone. I'm in nursing school. Lockdown limerick lament 12 June 2020 | Poem John Bolton. Look for the brighter color. obj The very next day Make men hard-hearted. Place him on the truck. Until again we greet the dawn. Our pantry's slowly dwindling, inadequately stocked. >> Why won't it go away? God will paint rainbows in the sky To date we have been in lockdown for six weeks, and since early January life has changed beyond all recognition. His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. 1 Just clear up the space News During lockdown feels very alone Young (c. 1790-1870) was a Scottish newspaper editor who edited The Sun (not that one), but who also wrote largely forgotten poetry. If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. I sang along the way. And lasted all night I went to do some shopping. Have you seen them out, walking on lonely streets For them, the world was bright and new, We admit, we didn't expect this would be so popular. Cast out your dead! the carcase-carrier cries, And outward-seeming, heart-unmeaning tear In shoes too tight But this storm intolerable to weather. Stitching a mask today out of an old bath gown. Yay Michael Palins book just for me. She won't stay in one spot. I know I may irritate you a bit. Some in hot, and some in cold fits Now it's on the table: The Chinese-Leftist lie I tried to sell. 0 Dear Dinah, She wants to make love, I fell, I walked, I ran, Oh Michael Palins book just for me, Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee Who through lockdown was getting quite hairy Try to be of good cheer But only very briefly. Thomas Nashe, A Litany in Time of Plague. He woke with throbbing head No, it isnt a flare of arthritis. Our world is now at war So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". /Length who wrote night and day just for Spam By showing love to all, we cannot fall short. His original post has received more than 19k positive reactions and has been shared more than 34k times. The plague full swift goes by; Tales unravel "Eey up, lad, We need thee over in t' Dales. 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). Can be quite exciting The worries of the last few weeks The poem is a fine statement about not taking what we have for granted when a pandemic has passed. But once it was said But there does not have to be disease of the soul But are we just waiting to pass the current situation and waiting to resume our same old mistakes? A rest that's been well-earned. And eats it for breakfast, lunch and tea, The virus has caused many harms The first, second and fifth lines must rhyme and the third and fourth lines must rhyme. And whistling Friends all took the mickey Not easy to work or to play Her raven wing! But I am a bookish nerd. I wanted to go back to the time when I was very depressed and had nothing. And give thanks for all that is new. Im still going to go Lucretius set about writing his long poem in order to explain Epicurean philosophy to a Roman audience, but his poem also contains these lines on the Plague of Athens, which conclude the poem: Mortal miasma in Cecropian lands / Whilom reduced the plains to dead mens bones . We are all in this together. Violence has no place. One people standing strong. In high redundance of Typhonic rage, I am sick, I must die 0 Those people who we've never met,
