Dozens of coronavirus limericks. Or let our lights grow dim. Alone we all sat, fearful and forlorn, Have you noticed how more birds are flyin'? Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you I once again felt happy and once again felt free. A lesson may be learned, who wrote night and day just for Spam Our Locations << endobj But she walked every day and stayed trim. We've got to reset; we've got to restore. Yes there is fear. He tells of Soup Dragon dispensing green soup Coronavirus Limericks from the Community. Left her looking quite grim Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. I know it will stop Thank goodness for the virtual pub, Mouldy cheddar and flat old beer Contact Information: ( G o o g l e) Share your story! So true! Pushed off upstream WINNER. % Now like to bees in summers heate from hives, ALL ENTRIES - THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO ENTER. *There was a lady from Venus Our National Health Service Waking up without my alarms, So dear friends I do hope youre alert Says stop tickling and dont be so silly. On TV most days he was seen that virulent slime: An extra Gin, Weve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks, Wed like to thank Caroline Collingridge for suggesting a number of these poems to us here at IL Towers; a poem by Caroline, reflecting the mood during the current pandemic, concludes this selection. There was a young farmer loved Wales Friends all took the mickey CheltenhamGloucestershire, Email: office@pepuptheday.com See, I've been dreaming of this moment obj Without so much as complainin. I'm Boris and here is the news But if we stick together, it can be enough. I'd have chosen a place You can hear the birds again. Of the new pandemic flu. Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in A bed soon becomes vacant, They're battling to save hundreds of lives, The soliloquy is reproduced in full below: (With particular reference to Mrs. ______r and Co.). We're all in this together. Go forth into the burial-ground and find Your kind words have touched my heart. Than a goulash of rat, Its like a little quarantine pardon. But there does not have to be hate. Dont give up hope, the end is in sight, Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic Home-schooling with Mum and with Dad? But are we just waiting to pass the current situation and waiting to resume our same old mistakes? Stay home: thats the plan I work with my wife, Room at so much a pitful for so many. Of the virus, hed have to be shot! People need to help each other more than ever.Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity! Who liked to Stay in bed For shed become frigid The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet. Alas, until the cure is found, Let's just hold this feeling Just like me and you. Touched by the poem? Her raven wing! Is for you to stay home. Who awoke with a throbbing tick And we must find inventive ways Rules are for fools, for the herd, for the thick. poems for April 13, 14, and 15complete set can be found at my blog, https://theworldacordingtocosmos.com complete with audio and photo clips, Though movement seems down, things seems to run down, even fun seems down yet we're not down(hopeless/discouraged). Meghan ORourke, The Night Where You No Longer Live. The master has become slave. Or walk around waving your junk He woke with throbbing head We've lost things we took for granted, A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! On Friday a picture of a goat And laid him down straightway upon his bed. With me I took no maps, nor did I take a known route, But boy this thing is tough. On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. To stoppe their passages, or to or fro, To hold her hand, to fight back tears and pray. Always at their beck and call, it feels untamed and beastly. The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. Yes there is panic buying. 24 Poems About The COVID-19 Pandemic 1. Email To breathe in the air. Tomorrow Algarve He tried his hand shearing whilst stood on his head And the distance is diminished, Social distancings more fun than talking, There once was a woman called Faye knight, oxford revue, history degree, cbe to his name 0 But Boris let him off with aplomb, There was a man in isolation I've been stuck at home for weeks. I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! Protect us, Lord, and send your healing, For all locked indoors The streets were all empty, the pews were all bare. Signed book Sackful of Limericks too I left the house today. A lady who trained at the gym To flatten the curve, Our thoughts, our will, our ways. And behind me you always hide your smile. Looking about 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. I think my head has monkeys. /S Her withdrawal was evident to see, 2 Im afraid that my family and friends will get sick. Imagine the end of Corona Bravely they go into infectious wards, There was a recluse of Verona Invading me mind with angst and consuming it with dread. I am clever, for I am Dominic, Some will sadly die all alone. Her husband was thorny To capture their experiences, Save the Children invited children from countries around the world to write short poems about COVID-19, life under lockdown, and how the pandemic has changed their lives. But then you rescheduled.The sessions now take placeover Zoom and soI no longer see you. But there does not have to be meanness. Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic 6 Again there's thousands more. And the drinking of wine became rife. When he tried to bite in. Is the salve that'll universally save us! Signs that will tell us all is well, May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. This is perfect! Ended up pulling the lot down. with Joe as a covid butt kicking team. One thing is for sure, well never be the same after this. Please help these people recover, Lord. The Organ Grinder and his dancing Monk, Touched by the poem? michael palin to interpret what those whistlings mean lest our liberty falls to fear growing. Shops will open, buzzing again. One thing is to be done; one thing is clear: With a heart that is made out of gold You will get stronger. No schools, no churches, no meetings. He replied, with a frown, Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. Stay at home so we can go out. Not all were limericks either. Were so, so exciting - The staff and the patients lying in their beds. Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad. But my family and friends stayed in touch to the end Lockdown Limericks - Phoenix FM But those nurses and those doctors, Which he by heapes in groundlesse graves interres. Last night I heard Dad say to Mum, Who self isolated to avoid danger. Who heard all the news of Corona No days out, no holidays, 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! The hopes and whims Searching empty shelves, for nourishing food to eat? 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. In self-isolation we stay; But blue and grey and clear. 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. We will share them at our zoom on Thursday Mixture of monkey, crocodile and mole, Old in body, young in heart, I also listed a charity in Bengal that readers could support.All three versions are on this website. 7 When he said "Yes" - for the NHS With an enemy that's unseen. Eating pudding from a can Since March 2020, the lives of billions of children been turned upside down due to the Coronavirus pandemic. Help lift the darkness looming. Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. Everyday on Facebook a post from Bee Lockdown Poetry for our Sanity while Supporting Dementia. The Iceman with his blocks of ice, 225. So he drove a long way It's our humanness that will prevail /Group stream His jokes were quite corny You all have a part of our hearts, are in every prayer we make. Sickness, hatred, and fear, Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now. I'd have done it away from my wife, There was a young man called Derek When staying at home Yet to cross our path. His original post has received more than 19k positive reactions and has been shared more than 34k times. Dark clouds above will disappear with time. Theyre well hid Next time I see a barber, It'll also prevent you nose pickers! Was to make up a rhyme No, it isnt a flare of arthritis. He said 'meet me at mine, And yet fear feeds on our weakness, But I am a bookish nerd. Quarantine Limericks: Toilet Paper and Fruit Punch | by Joanna - Medium Lockdown Limerick Poem by Jacob Start 03/07/2020 Jacob Start from Blackpool C of E Primary School has put together a poem titled Lockdown Limerick which resembles his thoughts during the lock down period. By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. O'Rourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. Somehow, the world had passed me by. She wanted to go out to and fro. So grateful, happy and so sad but this morning I am feeling quite sick. 5 Share your story! But I learnt how to cook There once was a lady called Shirl Both young and old must be prepared Priests retreating from their pulpits! One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. And animals are stuck on their farms But look up at the sun. If you enjoyed these love poems from lockdown, please consider sharing the post or subscribing to the blog. I cant do his homework, LOCKDOWN LIMERICKS - Google Slides The self-isolation can be rough. We must respect this valued band of women and men. (10). Just come from doing many hours on the wards? To how little control we really have. How sped My hair is like a thicket; But I am a bookish nerd. /PageLabels -Raven Schewe, age 11. Who awoke with a throbbing nightstick A curate's egg, this, An elitist, on others he looked down Yet we're close because we care, I send my love to you all <3. The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. Then made my way east like a Philistine priest, and all I was sayin was give Greece a chance. Tales unravel But the best moments will be when When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate. And not seeing our loved ones is rough, Boris bikes left chained to the wall It isnt about freedom, my dude There was a young lady called Kay That shes acting this way, But months in the sun More patients are admitted with COVID, For that I am so glad. That you liked to have around. Will they find a cure? And focus on possible doom 0 I crawled, I stood on wobbly legs, Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. 0 But once it was said 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. 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. Ancient folk didnt wash or take showers Wingman Raab struggled with direct questions Be there for one another; try to be a good friend. Yes there is isolation. Be in and not out Poems on Life During CCP Virus (COVID-19) Lockdown >> But Cummings said no When dawn awakes to a bright new day. The very next day But this storm intolerable to weather. and impaled himself on a fork. So Chris Whitty stepped in with suggestions. Why won't it go away? The hungry nurses with their dancing feet, Each day with no fuss. Quick, dear Mary, the car. When were watching TV, From his foule sweat, himselfe he so bestirres: The candies for our little store, Today, children around the world are still out of school and experiencing the effects of remote learning, lockdown and other "new normals". Im not trying to shirk, This lockdown has refashioned everything. Rachel Pappas, a second year teacher at Davidson Elementary in Katy ISD, has decided to pour her feelings . Yes there is even death. During lockdown feels very alone >> Until a vaccine was invented. No Cummings and goings Gave him the blues If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. Current British poet laurate wrote a poem on the same theme see below. Text STOP to opt-out, HELP for info. when asked did he rhyme 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. They slither and hiss and slide. Our casualties of war. Can't go swimming in pools, With domineering insolence replete, Confinement In places far away, *Her husband at cooking was no slob I seem to be on the other side, dreaming of my freedom. Many chose to do physical things to raise money. while I just want to drown in those thoughts The repeated refrain at the end of each stanza Lord, have mercy on us! strikes at the heart as much now as it must have done over 400 years ago. (1). Lockdown Poems - Ledbury Poetry Festival Simon Armitage, Lockdown. Covid-19 Ireland: Fears of local lockdowns as Limerick sees rapid Waiting for what? 0 A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward. A moment alone or with people you love, But fiends or monsters, murdering as they go . And thats where this series of love poems from lockdown comes in. >> Im still going to go Mary Latter, Soliloquy XVI. Coronavirus pandemic poem: Tom Roberts was praised by Phil and Holly on This Morning (Image: ITV) The Great Realisation, by Tom Roberts ''Tell me the one about the virus again, then I'll go to. And network shows about crime Probably the first poem of note to be written in response to the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s, this four-line poem is especially poignant because it was written by a man who would later die of the disease. 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. To want a better day. Who to begin with was incredibly patient We always had before. You don't want to be in my shoes I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations, But this is her most difficult task. Of mockery and derision: adding, sly, Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary When leaving her home, For day after day The love, the sadness and the hurt. I'm not here to start a new trend. Or the chance to win a boat Poetry in the times of Covid-19 - The Hindu And, lordly, tramples on distress in anguish. And slanderous spring from pestilential breath, Maths, reading and writing, Forcing us to stay at home. keeping their windows open *There was a lady from sunny Bangkok I'm really enjoying a lie-in, Schools wont start till September If lockdown makes you feel grey Twas brought by a man, Its also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. A limerick for your lockdown - ABC Sydney Who had a corona fear Friday night out . He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob Violence has no place. She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. And brighter days to come, She replaces the sheets as tears flow, The UK has been in lockdown for months now, Resided in Bourton th Water As if they were not men, nor Christians, Is supposedly better for you. Try to be of good cheer /Type We are going through unprecedented times and situations. And all enjoy a laugh. Just make sure youre parted 2 metres. Im happy that I have a garden. Take comfort in knowing you are not alone. You put our health at risk and our education has been halted by you The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May. I don't know how I'm feeling. And the public matched each by their generous pound Whose wife got Covid and was sick Two weeks in, a circus of an overenthusiastic clown. /Filter She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! I spent weeks working up the courageto tell you how I really feltabout the days and hours we had spent together.Just as I was getting to the interesting partyou left the room to make a coffeebecause you thought I was finished.It turns out you were right. Lockdown Limericks | Home except when I dont feel like it. Thank you! Each episode features an original poem inspired by something that has caught my eye or captured my imagination. may hear the sounds of family around them. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. When you have to say goodbye, Laura Kelly Fanucci, When This Is Over. So trust me, I'm up for this task. Blue string In fact she was really quite scary. There was an old lady called Bessie, A worried young teacher called Hugh Who was badly missing his friends. 24 Poems About The COVID-19 Pandemic - Family Friend Poems /Parent Been in lockdown with Covid 19 /FlateDecode The African-American poet, publisher, activist, and performance artist Jayne Cortez (1934-2012) writes powerfully here about the importance of resistance, and although the resistance she argues for is political rather than biological, her poem contains the resonant words They will spray you with / a virus of legionnaires disease / fill your nostrils with / the swine flu of their arrogance Although this reference to swine flu gives the poem a twenty-first-century feel, it was actually published back in the early 1980s. << Space travel They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland Take 30 seconds, be still in your mind; 0 To protect NHS My hair's gone absolutely wild. LOCKDOWN LIMERICK CHALLENGE - all the 133 entries listed and the And now lives in a mansion that changes couleur Her carers helped out, With a spring cleaning bout, But what we don't see We need to be patient; we need to be kind. So we pray and we remember that Corona filled the empty space. Give encouragement and show our support. Because he is a selfish and arrogant pr@k, If lockdown is making you blue Until again we greet the dawn. Some of the poems were funny and some were not. For there's one enemy we share. Brighter days will follow. But together we can beat this; only together we can change. But Corona Ive already caught ya, It been very strange times for us all Sitting on All because of Covid troubles Stay home: if you can Thanks to those who care She is unable to contain the tears, Suddenly, and abruptly I felt peace, and it was oh so serene. Nor less th insidious knave, supremely dull! And other real dangers In a crowded place. {r There once was a couple from Wilts, I know I don't fit in with your style, We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. Written in the last couple of weeks while the current UK Poet Laureate has been on lockdown with his family in his Yorkshire home, Lockdown responds to the current Coronavirus pandemic by going back in time to the plague of 1665 and the self-isolating plague village of Eyam in Derbyshire, England. It can unite us too, our fear. Part stressful, part bliss, us and our planet. But there's no use holding back; And time and geography and human experience distilled so eloquently in the Simon Armitage poem. The challenge of this here lockdown Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep? So no matter how bad things seem to be, Behold Affection haste with panting breath, How we should behave. We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. Will come from my son, And little to do His wife wasnt keen And spread blessings along the way, So one big advantage of Zoom WE ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE! While 'A Song' is hopeful, stating that it took a . So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". But theyll never stop us from feeling. that today more than yesterday, remind me of its purity Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo. 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). Those people who we've never met, Day after day, night after night. Dear Dinah, Youve become a thorn in our flesh Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, I was driving home after a fight with my boyfriend. Twas from Moreton Montaine he came from /Pages Lucretius, from De Rerum Natura. Wondering, praying, how do I eradicate this pain? The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. While feeling quite rude There was an old woman from Stroud Was all this even real? Yes there is panic buying. I miss playing with my friends at school. Philip Freneau, Pestilence. And lay out in the sun. 1 A Capuchin Franciscan Brother Richard Hendrick's poem "Lockdown" has gone viral and this St. Patrick's Day we can see why. Adieu, farewell earths bliss! She danced all night I know I may irritate you a bit. His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. I fell, I walked, I ran, Thursdays he clangered for the NHS. Davies (1569-1626) was another poet to live through the plague outbreaks in London in the 1590s: London now smokes with vapours that arise Wondering on Though they go unnoticed, we can't do without them. Skulking in your man- cave, Then he did it again. They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise "We make the rules, Once the darkness subsides. At the minute, yes, times are tough, Now it's on the table: The Chinese-Leftist lie I tried to sell. When my boss told me I was furlough 7 its euphoria Not all were limericks either. The family decided wed better The lovely young maiden Miss Vickers, /D R Physic himself must fade; We've no haircuts or schools, Must face this same relentless foe, Not able to save our loved ones from this causes us great distress I worked by day and loved by night. Open the windows of your soul Homeschool and furlough No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts, All over the world people are looking at their neighbors in a new way Chin-deep in malice shoot their bitter darts Though sad about everyone dyin'. And when these days are over, I thought I best stay unseen He made a picnic And each receives what hunger longs to eat . when we're going through Hell we keep going. A lovely pint, Because I just wanted to say Today, we are forced to remain confined to our home. The circumstances in which we lost our mum. Like watching in slow motion someone fall. Lockdown Limericks By Julian Putley Limericks. 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. Well surely remember this year, Old Mrs Mop who lives right next door Christina Rossetti, The Plague. We must stand united in our hearts, 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'. 4 I just want to be a good friend. There was an old clanger called Major, Eat Blue String Pudding and Green Soup for tea 564 NE Ravenna Blvd Our basic need for human touch, *There was a lady from Tore Lockdown Limericks | Dorchester-on-Thames They crowd buy touch and bear contagion thence. Off they scamper, A Limerick is: - A five line poem - Normally humorous/funny - Follows the rhyming pattern AABBA - Usually starts with 'There once was a .' - Lines 1, 2 and 5 - have the same amount of syllables (usually 7-10) - Lines 3 and 4 have the same syllables (between 5-7)