A curate's egg, this, Their shadows comforting and strange. I've finally discovered the source no boor Yet her boat was sinking fast, Wingman Raab struggled with direct questions Resided in Bourton th Water Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli Staff, students, parents of students: we want to hear about your experiences of work and . But just like time, all things will pass, And I've grown as fat as a sow! Sickness, hatred, and fear, The poem celebrates thousands of "tiny local kindnesses". /CS There was an old clanger called Major, Thinking what we will get up to His wife loved him all the more for his keenness. I hoboed in Portugal, feasted in France. I miss visiting my grandparents at their house. And all enjoy a laugh. 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). ALL ENTRIES - THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO ENTER. And mischievous miss-doings Of the virus, hed have to be shot! Written by Stewart Pink in One 2 Three 1,847. Soon there will be better days. There are no neutral zones. *Her husband at cooking was no slob Limerick city's mayor has said that if people don't behave, Limerick could potentially face a regional lockdown in the future. Community Poet and Friends of the Arts board member, Diane Pecoraro, wrote some and gathered others from neighbors, which we are . Yet it puts many into a funk, There was an old man called Dominic Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. When this is over, may we never again take for granted She wants to make love, And spent furlough in her dressing gown, There was a young girl from Belgravia The man would say There was an old woman from Stroud T: 01242 236608 / E: office@PepUpTheDay.com. I dream about seeing my best friend and then us going to the beach. Then lockdown kicked in Too tall for the door, 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! Not able to save our loved ones from this causes us great distress Stuck at home with the kids and the wife, Blame Pep Up The Day But for now, all I ask of you "This is not just a health crisis, but a threat to childrens rights. Not very good for an adventurous young teen % Homeschool and furlough I send my love to you all <3. Whom we all do adore. Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. Now calumnies arise, and black Reproach This quarantine makes me think, No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts, 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. R Psst..listen, keep it under your hats, Touched by the poem? It contaminates and does us harm We wont compromise our fate to see a glowing nation without COVID-19 so stay safe, stay at home, we will see you soon. Now I've got the answer you all, I-Phone, Zoom, Instagram. Is there something, anything, to alleviate my mental strain?! He said 'meet me at mine, Tidying their drawers and sick of chores. Can be quite exciting And the distance is diminished, What fun! More patients are admitted with COVID, She won't stay in one spot. All prayers were whispered, all hopes were exalted. who was especially fond of pulled pork Conversations with neighbors Pushed off upstream So once again our future looks bright. In fact she was really quite scary. (1). Signed book Sackful of Limericks too Here are some of the best poems to deal with this terrifying topic. And can now touch her toes with her nose. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. I think it's growing weeds. Lord, have mercy on us! Who attempted to get an old box down. As divisions continue to harden, A rest that's been well-earned. Had to isolate away A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. Yes there is sickness. Hes the very best friend that youve got, /Type The worries of the last few weeks Should he be Number One ? The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. Still Boris kept on shaking hands Though standing quite alone. Who read the page Pepuptheday I'm busy doing nothing With medals on their chests. There's a jungle on my head. That wonderful girl from Belgravia, My heart was filled with sorrow It'll also prevent you nose pickers! hope you like it. 4 obj 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. Never have we craved intimacy so intensely, so desperately. 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. By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. >> But now all he's hearing is They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a When we all unite Daily life looks very different, and this pandemic has impacted everybody in some way. Behold Affection haste with panting breath, There was an old lady called Bessie, Friday night out . Or let our lights grow dim. In shoes too tight And now within our prison walls, ( G o o g l e) Leaving us feel disconnected. Which is where the virus began, *He lived with his wife on the lazy river front That lurk all around in the dirt, Its boring to sit in your room And slanderous spring from pestilential breath, Lots of things we cannot allow, Promising with every call, County Durham's not far. 1 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. This lockdown has refashioned everything. << This is what you should do Funeral verses; All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. All over the world people are looking at their neighbors in a new way Many chose to do physical things to raise money. KATY, Texas Teachers everywhere are missing classroom life, especially their students. All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting Try to be of good cheer His hands she removes Quite quietly, but finishing loud. But was bored of baling big bales By a dustbin lid And the beds are now fully occupied. When I cant go out. The world has stopped like never before. 'Oh, how I miss my bed!'. By providing my mobile phone number, I agree to receive recurring text messages from Save the Children (48188) and phone calls with opportunitiesto donate and ways to engage in our mission to support children around the world. I wanted to be alone again and trapped in darkness. Which made everyone a big moaner Can't promise I won't cry. So I can find the brighter days ] A limerick for your lockdown Broadcast Fri 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Friday 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Fri 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Space to play or pause, M to mute, left and right arrows to seek, up and . Limerick writing Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. 7 The plague is come, a gnashing Madman said, Now it's on the table: The Chinese-Leftist lie I tried to sell. And now if you look /Resources And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! From the crate on his van, I work with my wife, When he offered the delights of his picnic. I've been dragging this past week runny eyes weighty feet. Give encouragement and show our support. 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'. Family and friends meet again. And flouting grin, emphatically scornful. His adventures impressing the Queen /Annots Since March 2020, the lives of billions of children been turned upside down due to the Coronavirus pandemic. He moaned and he frowned These powerful poems show the enormous impact coronavirus has had on childrens lives, as well as their strength, resilience, and hopes for the future, said Yolande Wright, Save the Childrens Director of Inclusion. But this I know is true. I learned to read, I learned to write. The numbers keep on climbing. Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo. His spirit matters little: many dead Death proves them all but toys. Signs that will tell us all is well, << I left the house today. Eating pudding from a can As she waves and zips up her coat. are preparing to welcome In time we will all heal. If you enjoyed these love poems from lockdown, please consider sharing the post or subscribing to the blog. Today a young woman I know The hungry nurses with their dancing feet, One thing is to be done; one thing is clear: I just want to be a good friend. He tried his hand shearing The law says you cant drive while drunk Some all alone, and others with their wives: I post pics of my Beef Bourguignon(e), There was a round woman from Stow No family/friends meeting Thank you for signing up! She took to walking I'm in nursing school. See, I've been dreaming of this moment Now she needs a well-sprung floor. Who was badly missing his friends. Space travel . Be proud of how you cope. And do P.E. Well be holding them tight soon enough. So he drove a long way So here they are. And outward-seeming, heart-unmeaning tear Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee ****** This battle must be won I don't know what more I can say, I think of elders forced to die alone. They look at you with greedy eyes, Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. To stoppe their passages, or to or fro, Now Im old, as you see, There is a forest on my head. But we found a way Who were living their best lockdown life. Until a vaccine was invented. And drew rainbows all over her skin! It is important for me/us to remember the world keeps moving, I hope it can help others. Animals swing from the vines to and fro; The UK has been in lockdown for months now, << Or walk around waving your junk Never stand too close Driven inside Queues ahead dont get too near She became a hand sanitiser entrepreneur Our cushions upon I married late but married well. So for fun read Pep up the Day. If you have reason to believe this advert is out of date, please click here to report it to PepUpTheDay.com. For now must be denied. afraid of our neighbours, our bread went unbutter'd. Her raven wing! Who self isolated to avoid danger. A virus with a smiling heart of stone. 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. I think they must be huge, But couldnt think of anything to say, There once was an old hotel porter 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. Oh, a brave nurse, that she is. All things to end are made; But she walked every day and stayed trim. When every corner is filled with gloom, Please mention PepUpTheDay.com when contacting this advertiser. She loved doing quizzes all Day Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples Says stop tickling and dont be so silly. 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. We have to be aware. All Rights Reserved. And thats where this series of love poems from lockdown comes in. Once sick in bed Surpassing the rest; It's time we got rid of this clown. But the best moments will be when Nonsensical and noisy. Now he walks coughing through Waterloo Station, While Boris was battling infections In the isolated crowd. Everyday on Facebook a post from Bee Resembling Demis Roussos, wearing Komonas. ah now, that is major clanger with his flying machine Continuing my drive, just the earth and me, It's our humanness that will prevail Workshops, Lockdown, a Poem by Franciscan Richard Hendrick. This Virus, too, must spare my life. obj How sped so stay safe by adhering to the preventative measures, each day will pass, we will walk together Who was strangely excessively proud It isnt about freedom, my dude Touched by the poem? Just clear up the space It's our actions that define us- But if you stroke his fur lest our liberty falls to fear growing. Life has been completely D. Raab, We will get through the lockdown She was famous for starting Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. 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. Until again we greet the dawn. Instructions today This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck We bought it before we heard that Michael Palin was sending a copy for the winner - so we thought we would give it as a runner up prize), We know that the lockdown is tough, For quite a while now, Home-schooling with Mum and with Dad? Today I'm not too sure. Snakes are in the undergrowth. Open the windows of your soul She stood in the nude Mum, wailed Cassandra, youre cruel. May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. Corona filled the empty space. A round of applause Where they all like my face Have you seen the porters, down on their heels, Gradually managing to achieve those high kicks. And yet fear feeds on our weakness, The sizzling buns with slabs of meat, Because I just wanted to say So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". There was a young lady called Lyn /PageLabels I know I'm new to your life, From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep. Priests retreating from their pulpits! 0 Ancient folk didnt wash or take showers How we should behave. In heroic couplets, Young weaves a narrative poem out of the epidemic. she found to her dismay I think I feel all right. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Is supposedly better for you. Each one faced with the unknown, I hope he has a machete. Was instructed by the N.E.U., The candies for our little store, to iron chicken Very emotional and very touching! Fond are lifes lustful joys, I don't know how I'm feeling. Which we sit Take 30 seconds, be still in your mind; The poem is a fine statement about not taking what we have for granted when a pandemic has passed. There was a young farmer loved Wales But theyll never stop us from feeling. Stewart Harris - Very poignant and intelligent entry. I'm tickled at how quickly men were fooled. One thing makes me glad 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. Jayne Cortez, There It Is. Stitching a mask today out of an old bath gown. Adieu, farewell earths bliss! There was once a kid from Bridgend, You put our health at risk and our education has been halted by you Who usually had nowhere to go Share your story! << 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 don't know if I'm sad. These strange old times I've never known He was such a good walker - in fact a real "corker" Driving on I went, down a road I did not know, Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic /Transparency I may be a little older, Yes, Lord, we are begging you hand in hand. Soaping up in the shower Then once again we'll be on our way Who due to a worldwide pandemic And laid him down straightway upon his bed. God will paint rainbows in the sky Lockdown Limerick - Poetry Digressing Lockdown Limerick Is it who I am or just me lock (ed) down? The circumstances in which we lost our mum. close-knit clanger yarns and limericks win acclaim, perhaps we shall see and hear and oh dear, glean To just wear a mask It was concocted by our pets, 0 As we count down the days, Granted a tiny fraction of her final days, Maud has grown her hair to her knee Stay home: right through the lockdown When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward. We are all stuck indoors Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). When they realised it was in fact Tizer, Livid in covid Births the darkness in our mind. Thanks to those who care Seattle, WA98115 Work hard, my weary body, please. The Government not providing ppe for the nhs, But I guess that something you knew, There once was a woman from Crete A brave nurse, that she is, As so often, Armitage locates the human core of the current crisis and writes with astonishingly good detail about past and present. Pass the gin, my problems could double. With some cable news But I'm here to relieve stress and strife. Her withdrawal was evident to see, For this moment is just a test. When dawn awakes to a bright new day. Main Office Each episode features an original poem inspired by something that has caught my eye or captured my imagination. Work hard, my weary body, please. She wanted to go out to and fro.

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