<< We have laws for protection
She wants to make love,
Maud has grown her hair to her knee
Both young and old must be prepared
It's been ages since I saw a barber. Then made my way east like a Philistine priest, and all I was sayin was give Greece a chance. While in lockdown her house became messy,
And not seeing our loved ones is rough,
No more shaking hands. A curate's egg, this,
How did poets of previous generations deal with, and respond to, plague and mass illness? I just want to be a good friend. When dawn awakes to a bright new day. I don't know how I'm feeling,
As she sees no family by their side. By Susan - Lots of people relate to the homeschooling issues. If we are in it together, it's not that bad; I think you'll agree. We are going through unprecedented times and situations. Bare fridge and empty pasta tub
The man would say
I'm Boris and here is the news
Life was always fast-paced, we never slowed down, Have you seen domestics, putting safety first
There was an old lady called Bessie,
She loved doing quizzes all Day
LOTS MORE COMPETITIONS TO ENTERhere or on the Competitions tab above. (0). Cooped up like a chicken in a cage. Flutey-voiced in a cratery, knobbly, moony place
1 In lockdown he didnt sit writing verses
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. Touched by the poem? The littlest things can give hearts a lift;
Yes there is isolation. Youve become a thorn in our flesh None from his darts can fly; She was famous for starting
Once again for the world and I. But she went insane way back in May, There was a young man called Palin
My friends and family, they're all fine. I promise there will be sunshine
Since March 2020, the lives of billions of children been turned upside down due to the Coronavirus pandemic. I don't know how I'm feeling. Simon Armitages allusion to Meghduta is immensely effective and topical in his poem Lockdown. I may not be happy with this relationship right now, but I'm happy to have someone. she found to her dismay
This Covid nineteen,
The UK has been in lockdown for months now,
while I just want to drown in those thoughts So I can find the brighter days
Rainbow string soup was the best,
As if they were not men, nor Christians, And live in a pink dressing gown. But we found a way
Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, A grandma from Warden Hill
CheltenhamGloucestershire, Email: office@pepuptheday.com 'Oh, how I miss my bed!'. People are singing to each other Still no flour for us to bake
Where they all like my face
But we never will surrender
Social distancing is the norm, and no one knows when the end of the virus will come. I don't know how I'm feeling. 1 Allow your people to have their second chance. And though you try, you can't avoid it,
credit to the wonderful kandee for the first three lines. She thought "He's caused quite a stir - I will make him a "Sir"
Who spent lockdown watching the telly
There's lots that must be done. It's just academic,
One thing is to be done; one thing is clear: Im looking forward to getting away, Too tall for the door,
The circumstances in which we lost our mum. But not all is bad
So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". That made us feel alive. may hear the sounds of family around them. And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! it feels untamed and beastly. When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate. I don't know how I'm feeling. Stay home: else, in this C well drown, There was a young lady named Rita
He made a picnic
I don't know how I'm feeling. My days were filled with joy and fun. A moment alone or with people you love,
And flouting grin, emphatically scornful. Now I see people with face masks and few cars but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play. 0 Those people who we've never met,
We're all in this together. Stuck in the house
Space travel
Contact Information: Thank you for signing up! By Brian Clayton - Fun but did make us cringe! I know one day the sun will shine. We smiled and laughed and she was fine. *There was a young man from Lerwick
I hope that this ends so I can go back to seeing my friends. But there does not have to be meanness. And because it's leap year,
For nothing's ever made to last. So trust me, I'm up for this task. michael palin to interpret what those whistlings mean
The Milkman and the Iceman had long since gone. She offered breakfast instead
To sign up up for PepUpTheDay.com newsletters, please click here. And eats it for breakfast, lunch and tea, The virus has caused many harms
Hold onto that feeling. The Organ Grinder and his dancing Monk,
Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. #UCTLockDownLetters is a new feature on the University of Cape Town (UCT) news site. So here they are. I'm really enjoying a lie-in,
The event featured a fascinating selection of Lockdown inspired poems, including poets commissioned by LPF, Naomi Shihab Nye, Sarala Estruch, Suzannah Evans, Elaine . R . She is unable to contain the tears,
A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward. One day I will be back,
One day we'll get that feeling -
Limerick city's mayor has said that if people don't behave, Limerick could potentially face a regional lockdown in the future. Suddenly, and abruptly I felt peace, and it was oh so serene. A brave nurse, that she is,
Or let our lights grow dim. To appreciate what we have. All shopkeepers were closed, all kegs were untapped,
i'm not sure how this ended up being about punk, but i'll take it. Help lift the darkness looming. /Type Previous Post Very emotional and very touching! Those are sad and potent poems. Now it's on the table: The Chinese-Leftist lie I tried to sell. Today I'm not too sure. To how little control we really have. Because I just wanted to say
That you liked to have around. Oh, a brave nurse, that she is. >> But for now my weary body needs
of an invisible foe, so vile and savage. Yes there is fear. How are poets of today writing about the current pandemic? We've got to reset; we've got to restore. And set us free again. Dear Dinah,
Who our lives we have bequest. There is a forest on my head. A virus is amongst us. Theres a risk of transfer
, Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. With harsh stentorian tone, disdainful, flings stream 7 Robin Wall Kimmerer writes: I could hand you a braid of sweetgrass. she had mud on the soles of her feet, There once was a young man from York
Our doctor told my husband, Titus,
From the crate on his van,
Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed? All teaching is strictly taboo. 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 ! Determined to keep herself slim. They think you can't do without. And be forced to avoid world strife
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. We can longer go to school, we want to be in a learning environment The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. Quick, dear Mary, the car. Not able to save our loved ones from this causes us great distress
Now he walks coughing through Waterloo Station, While Boris was battling infections
But those nurses and those doctors,
/PageLabels For something to do But look up at the sun. It's so much deeper than that. Must face this same relentless foe,
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 he walked and he talked with aplomb! And all enjoy a laugh. For all types of virus that spurt
/Catalog But this storm intolerable to weather. He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob
But that eye test at Barnard
I'm afraid that my family and friends will get sick. And both felt a couple of tilts! I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations,
On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. We have been mindlessly living and COVID 2019 is an eye-opener. There is a jungle on my head;
And the distance is diminished,
Photo Lydiane Mattio. And mischievous miss-doings
His original post has received more than 19k positive reactions and has been shared more than 34k times. I took out some and put in a few new ones, with new drawings to go with them. You don't want to be in my shoes
November 3, 2020 at 4:09 am Reminds me of that famous movie; "Dr. Strangeworld or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Yoke Of Oppression." A real classic. Profanity : Our optional filter replaced words with *** on this page . You are not alone in what you are facing. When we all unite
Now I've got the answer you all,
Or the chance to win a boat
And we are always encompassed by Love. Corona virus you're pants!! Sitting on Not all were limericks either. All because of Covid troubles
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 . Who read the page Pepuptheday
I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad. Without a frown upon our brow. With the chaos and madness, how can anyone survive? The sky is clearing, Even if you havent been directly affected by the virus itself, you have surely suffered from the mind-altering impact of domestic confinement and public shutdowns. It's getting kind of funky. Been in lockdown with Covid 19
I know I may irritate you a bit. but now the pubs are all closed
Lap after lap he walked around and around
Limericks are brief, witty, memorable and familiar verses, providing one ideal format for recording and reminding us of our community experience of the pandemic. The world was very good to me. 0 God will paint rainbows in the sky
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We are all in this together. *There was a lady from Venus
Now Im old, as you see,
To reap the wonder of our fate. Not easy to work or to play
Simon Armitage, Lockdown. Let's relish all the quiet. Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. -in love, no matter what comes our way. Full shelves at the store Were no longer there. It's also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. That way the virus wont get her. No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts,
And the drinking of wine became rife. It said people, you must stay indoors
but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play. They are best read with a whole page to view at a time. Surpassing the rest;
And do as we are asked
Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. I went to do some shopping. Why won't it go away? "We make the rules,
With a careless chuck By Sue Hemsworth - There were quite a few political limericks and this was entered during those eventful few days! Some all alone, and others with their wives: Psst..listen, keep it under your hats,
To pep up our days
Lockdown limerick lament 12 June 2020 | Poem John Bolton. Left her looking quite grim
A virtual assistant in Churchdown
We are all stuck indoors
Until everything stopped when Corona came to town. Then I went back home. The end is coming She tried to write rhymes
The Milkman in the early morn,
Who found it difficult to touch her toes. Soon there will be better days. And whistling
Instructions today
Lord, have mercy on us! Copyright 2023, PepUpTheDay.com . I'm a tutor, and I'm looking for great examples of poetry written by kids. The hungry nurses with their dancing feet,
But once it was said
Thank you! Rich men, trust not in wealth, This was terrible and written in a lockdown drill at school. Gosh, what a fright
I WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL! At the same time, we may pass on without diving deep, without downloading . What fun! Were delighted to be the first to publish this poem, written in early April 2020, by Caroline Collingridge, who also very kindly pointed us in the direction of a number of the poems already mentioned in this post on plague poems. If we do it this together, true joy we can find
Tags: coronavirus COVID 19 limerick lockdown poem poetry. Stay safe and stay well. Fear, unsustainable, a knowledge this couldn't last. He woke with throbbing head
Lockdown Poems - Modern Award-winning Lockdown Poetry : All Poetry Poems / Lockdown Poems - The best poetry on the web Newest anolderambler Follow Oct '22 Isolated Isolated - but not because of a ping It's such a strange feeling To feel so alone In a city that's heaving Just you, your words and your breathing Temptation increases I babbled, spoke,
The blossom will always grow. Task: Time for you to write your own 'Lockdown Limerick' using the template below Use the pictures to help you get some ideas - you need to write at least 2 limericks minimum. so stay safe by adhering to the preventative measures, each day will pass, we will walk together Night after sleepless nightI stay up late and wonder what I could have done differentlyin order to have lured youinto my roomjust moments before the lockdown began. Who was badly missing his friends. Earth will keep moving. Ancient folk didnt wash or take showers
Look For The Blossom By Jessica Bryan Published by Family Friend Poems April 2020 Struggling during the current Coronavirus pandemic, I wanted to write something that urged me to keep positive. When I was born
And get back to painting the town
ALL ENTRIES - THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO ENTER. It is so important we listen to children directly during these unprecedented timeswe are not all affected equally, and children can be particularly vulnerable. so that those who are alone with Joe as a covid butt kicking team. Yes there is even death. So why don't you pepuptheday? I am clever, for I am Dominic,
A brave nurse, that she is,
Its been claimed that Kathleen OMeara wrote it in 1869 following the devastating Irish famine of the mid-nineteenth century. The "2.6 Challenge" in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities. Should he be Number One ? Some of the poems were funny and some were not. When my boss told me I was furlough
/S Who self isolated to avoid danger. But if we stick together, it can be enough. You right wing racist!". Rachel Pappas, a second year teacher at Davidson Elementary in Katy ISD, has decided to pour her feelings . But I'm still the same old me
When this is over, may we never again take for granted Yes, the world's in bad shape, and yes, it's strange,
An elitist, on others he looked down
Friday night out . Its like a little quarantine pardon. When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. I fell, I walked, I ran,
Who were living their best lockdown life. Family by my side, There once was a woman called Kay
By Darren - Fun from Darren and one of the first entries we received. Im still going to go
For all locked indoors
except when I dont feel like it. I learned to read, I learned to write. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. The poem celebrates thousands of "tiny local kindnesses". Quite quietly, but finishing loud. Meant I had so much fun
Now they've run out of Brexit my dears! His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. Our casualties of war. There once was a PM in lockdown
Daily life looks very different, and this pandemic has impacted everybody in some way. There was a young man from Wuhan,
Alone we all sat, uncertain and torn,
Wingman Raab struggled with direct questions
Whom we all do adore. Caroline Collingridge, Staying In. Winston Churchill first said it, well knowing,
Never have we craved intimacy so intensely, so desperately. With an enemy that's unseen. Dont give up hope, the end is in sight, close-knit clanger yarns and limericks win acclaim, perhaps we shall see and hear and oh dear, glean
. On each work day
Davies poem captures the lockdown that villages were put under, as well as the sheer scale of destruction: he refers to cart-loads of the undigested dead. Travelled worldwide by plane
Became telly and Merlot,
There was once a kid from Bridgend,
Alone we all sat, as the world slowly warmed,
I was amazed and humbled by the generosity of everyone I wrote to!Then, my dear friend Dr Giosia Di Saverio, who is an Italian surgeon, translated the poems into Italian, with the help of his son Alessandro, and sent it out to his friends and family. How she cussed, that VA stuck in lockdown! /S Like watching in slow motion someone fall. A Lockdown Limerick Written by Stewart Pink in One 2 Three 1,466 Friday 6 November 2020, 8.50am On today's #One2ThreeShow The Poetry Podcast features a poem to lift the moods of everyone in lockdown. I was driving home after a fight with my boyfriend. Ask Mum for a generous sub
To every volunteer coming forward like they have. But remember this too,
on tour
When were watching TV,
I went to the library last monthand borrowed every book they hadon the subject of human sensuality.I read them one by onefrom front to back.And still you were not impressed.You said I lacked spontaneity.So I looked to the appendixwhere they suggested Iwrite you a love poem. Do you know how you're feeling? 405 Sent in by caroline. My girlfriend's in need of assistance,
Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. It's our actions that define us-
Tim Dlugos, My Death. knight, oxford revue, history degree, cbe to his name
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Just come from doing many hours on the wards? Waiting for what? I'm not here to start a new trend. Births the darkness in our mind. Some won't make the journey home. Out flie the citizens, some here, some there; Once, we used to live well. /D To bless her children with the feast of death! So, drive through the forest I go, I began to see green. Don't touch your face. Lockdown Limericks. She whispers under her breath,
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So for fun read Pep up the Day. 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. Stuck at home with the kids and the wife,
Find out more. Who used to like to go whalin
With a heart that is made out of gold
And network shows about crime
All Rights Reserved. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. Now jaded, not green
A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. And yet fear feeds on our weakness,
Pushed off upstream
I hoboed in Portugal, feasted in France. One thing makes me glad
Snakes are in the undergrowth. Or walk around waving your junk
when asked did he rhyme
Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep? Now I see people with face masks and few cars Our children flourished and theirs did too. Our enemy creeps silently
But I'm here to relieve stress and strife. /Annots He deserves more than the news on a screen
There was a lady from Piccadilly
He spent half an hour
But one caller, Peter from Glen Iris, sent Ross and John a limerick about coronavirus and next thing they knew, their inbox was buzzing! and rested and exercised About the price we've all had to pay. Death proves them all but toys. This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. Which we sit The law says you cant drive while drunk
Having adventures watched by the human race, The Clangers and Michael form a tight-knit group
The Whistling Clangers are a cosy, tight-knit family
As we count down the days,
A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! Businesses are closed, and schools have moved to online platforms. Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you
No Cummings and goings
For there's one enemy we share. A bed soon becomes vacant,
Read time 1 min. Live life for those who guided us,
Davies (1569-1626) was another poet to live through the plague outbreaks in London in the 1590s: London now smokes with vapours that arise I think a tiger lives in there;
Some in hot, and some in cold fits In time we will all heal. 2011-2021 King of Limericks. Each female basilisk with forky sting, There was a young lady called Ellie
The plague full swift goes by; 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. They crowd buy touch and bear contagion thence. to iron chicken
But, "Don't go out" government asserts,
0 We wish you no successes every day running lives across the nation Our Heartbreaking world is becoming one great big mess. When he offered the delights of his picnic. Will they find a cure? Keeping hospitals clean, fighting off the germs? Thank you to everyone who has submitted Lockdown poems. Who attempted to get an old box down. For that I am so glad. Share your story! Imploring you for a treat,
I just want a bit of respect
Priests retreating from their pulpits! Of mockery and derision: adding, sly, Text STOP to opt-out, HELP for info. Tip: Does it create a picture in your mind? With little to do or to say
564 NE Ravenna Blvd May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. The world seems so strange, just not the same. Who bought a big stick for her walking
Continuing my drive, just the earth and me,
Went into this with to-do lists ready, Challenges, recipes, meditating and steady. And we'll be smiling face to face. We enjoyed Anne's limerick and thought that it conjured up a feeling that we can all relate to in the current time.