I worked by day and loved by night. You put our health at risk and our education has been halted by you It was rude and ripe
Lock her up in the shed,
Lord, have mercy on us! She climbed on the table
I hoboed in Portugal, feasted in France. 8 Maybe I should turn around; NO, that is the last thing I should do. Davies (1569-1626) was another poet to live through the plague outbreaks in London in the 1590s: London now smokes with vapours that arise Or the chance to win a boat
To reap the wonder of our fate. No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts,
Can't promise I won't cry. 405 Remember the sun just hides. Who was strangely excessively proud
I'm not here to start a new trend. 1 One thing makes me glad
Cast out your dead! the carcase-carrier cries, It was two meters long
I took out some and put in a few new ones, with new drawings to go with them. Yet to cross our path. It's so much deeper than that. << And all enjoy a laugh. Have you seen them out, walking on lonely streets
Was to make up a rhyme
Apart from change out of my dressing gown
Share your story! But months in the sun
>> Out flie the citizens, some here, some there; By Sue Hemsworth - There were quite a few political limericks and this was entered during those eventful few days! So none for me, thank you dear Rick. For let's face it, we need more lerts!!! Those are sad and potent poems. Your kind words have touched my heart. 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. But how I dont know. Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. Lord, have mercy on us! Too tall for the door,
I miss visiting my grandparents at their house. More patients are admitted with COVID,
She anxiously gazes back at her family
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. It is important for me/us to remember the world keeps moving, I hope it can help others. Is bang up their scene,
So I have to ask now when are ours? Brother Richard Hendrick, a Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland, penned this touching poem about the coronavirus pandemic. In the isolated crowd. For all locked indoors
And my how the boredom has grown
Who mourneth for the multitude dead here? Our Heartbreaking world is becoming one great big mess. obj Triumphant croaks aloud, and joyful claps I'm busy doing nothing
Then new wonders appeared before my eyes. Some won't make the journey home. /Creator We'll have a completely masked ball,
With domineering insolence replete, She is also very fearful,
The Worldwide coronavirus Pandemic is incredibly mean
knight, oxford revue, history degree, cbe to his name
For all types of virus that spurt
There was an old clanger called Major,
Freedom from this grim living hell. Daily life looks very different, and this pandemic has impacted everybody in some way. There is a new virus in town
There once was a family from Fife
The world has stopped like never before. The self-isolation can be rough. >> I know you won't need me for long,
Take comfort in knowing you are not alone. Who attempted to get an old box down. Yay Michael Palins book just for me. On TV most days he was seen
They think you can't do without. Who through lockdown was getting quite hairy
Ancient folk didnt wash or take showers
So we can go get sozzled,
See, I've been dreaming of this moment
Was instructed by the N.E.U.,
Who took a trip in his Crown Vic
It became a story that had to be told! The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. But we found a way
[ Please mention PepUpTheDay.com when contacting this advertiser. We must respect this valued band of women and men. Lockdown Poetry for our Sanity while Supporting Dementia. But there can always be a rebirth of love. Because he is a selfish and arrogant pr@k, If lockdown is making you blue
Give light to all the darker moments
There was a young couple from York
And the rot in our teeth was so sad. Every Wednesday afternoon at two fifty-twoI peer out my window waiting to catch a glimpse of youas you glide paston your way to your three thirty.Your newest therapistinstills you with such confidence.Clearly you are on the cusp of a clinical breakthrough. When I stand and clap so loud. I can't thank you enough. I cant do his homework,
For this moment is just a test. But by heavens above,
And when these days are over,
And now within our prison walls,
We always had before. He walked to support our Doctors and Nurses
People are singing to each other Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in Yes there is isolation. By showing love to all, we cannot fall short. For now must be denied. When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. From Italy, Mexico, United Kingdom, Nigeria and the Democratic Republic of Congo, their lockdown poems bring to life the experiences of children living through this pandemic. Is that vitamin C
Read time 1 min. and impaled himself on a fork. >> If you're anxious that all have been asked to stay home,
You MUST NOT leave the house for any reason, but if you have a reason, you can leave the house. Maths, reading and writing,
Who were living their best lockdown life. She tried so hard to hold together,
Not Witty, just boring
Is there something, anything, to alleviate my mental strain?! Unmerited reflections, vehement, long, You all have a part of our hearts, are in every prayer we make. The whole world is still there. The limerick contest was a delight Poems came to me in morning and night Here are just a few For which I thank you If you feel robbed, you're probably right. Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you
But she went insane way back in May, There was a young man called Palin
Queues ahead dont get too near
0 Eat Blue String Pudding and Green Soup for tea
#UCTLockDownLetters is a new feature on the University of Cape Town (UCT) news site. From the crate on his van,
We must stand united in our hearts,
A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. And now if you look
And gave them a time
/MediaBox Alone we all sat, uncertain and torn,
When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate. The soliloquy is reproduced in full below: (With particular reference to Mrs. ______r and Co.). Doing nothing but chores
who wrote night and day just for Spam
I don't know how I'm feeling. Let's hope they do start in September! You know that deep down feeling
The man would say
But blue and grey and clear. michael palin to interpret what those whistlings mean
That lurk all around in the dirt, Its boring to sit in your room
I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations,
Signed book Sackful of Limericks too
Another week minus cake
Says stop tickling and dont be so silly. This was a lovely poem. Message & data rates may apply. But I guess that something you knew, There once was a woman from Crete
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 ! When were watching TV,
She danced all night
We have to be aware. WE ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE! through the neighborhood [ Its a BAD case of Limerickitis.. whilst stood on his head
What end to life is this? And so we are united,
I know I don't fit in with your style,
>> ] Determined to keep herself slim. Rich men, trust not in wealth, she found to her dismay
And lay out in the sun. He liked to take her out daily for a bit of a punt
Until it reached the head that was crowned!! But the best moments will be when
when asked did he rhyme
Thank you to everyone who has submitted Lockdown poems. /PageLabels So here we sit, alone, and wait
And do P.E. Who was badly missing his friends. Blue string
Hes the very best friend that youve got,
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. /Parent Who decided her friends could now meet her
I don't know what more I can say,
His adventures impressing the Queen
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. All shopkeepers were closed, all kegs were untapped,
Never have we craved intimacy so intensely, so desperately. With the help of Pepuptheday
Touched by the poem? And spent furlough in her dressing gown, There was a young girl from Belgravia
And the beds are now fully occupied. She started to exercise with Joe Wicks. All things to end are made; When he tried to bite in. There was a recluse of Verona
But remember this too,
Her children came home
Bare fridge and empty pasta tub
You will get stronger. People come and go,
Made a face mask from Granny's old knickers,
There was a young lady called Lyn
What is it drumming? If you have reason to believe this advert is out of date, please click here to report it to PepUpTheDay.com. 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. 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. are preparing to welcome Social distancing is the norm, and no one knows when the end of the virus will come. A round of applause
When leaving her home,
Were fed up, were lonely, were sad. Oh! She eats such a lot,
There is a jungle on my head;
I sang along the way. Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. 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. This was terrible and written in a lockdown drill at school. when we're going through Hell we keep going. . So you try to hide each tear,
Was all this even real? All Rights Reserved. No family/friends meeting
obj Spring is coming, We wont compromise our fate to see a glowing nation without COVID-19 so stay safe, stay at home, we will see you soon. Hold onto that feeling. Imagine the end of Corona
For nothing's ever made to last. Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed? Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. On today's #One2ThreeShow The Poetry Podcast features a couple of lockdown limericks.. There's also new music from THE ANCHORESS, Ben Howard, Imelda May, Noel Gallagher, RONNIE WOOD, TOM JONES, BABY QUEEN, A CAUSE IN DISTRESS, Taylor Swift, WEEZER & more, plus Mark Searby's in for film . Now all's ship-shape, shiny and dressy! Today I got the feeling
Pushed off upstream
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R Cooped up like a chicken in a cage. As she sees no family by their side. Life has been completely D. Raab, We will get through the lockdown
that today more than yesterday, remind me of its purity 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. Contagion foul Take 30 seconds, be still in your mind;
Room at so much a pitful for so many. Yes there is isolation. Limerick city's mayor has said that if people don't behave, Limerick could potentially face a regional lockdown in the future. Dont Feel Glum !!!!!!!!! Never thinking of themselves, no not at all. Who was happy go lucky kinda Girl
That made us feel alive. Thank you so much, Nisreen. But then you rescheduled.The sessions now take placeover Zoom and soI no longer see you. So he didnt need the help of a medic, She reached for the gin
Even if it's just standing in queue. Sickness, hatred, and fear,
Space outside But being unable
A bed soon becomes vacant,
1. Yes there is panic buying. Who had a corona fear
Watching tv and eating
But there does not have to be hate. Never free to roam. Behind the medical mask. And Francis said "This is the life!". One thing is to be done; one thing is clear: The flowers will always bloom
The world must share this battle;
From his foule sweat, himselfe he so bestirres: Confinement I look just like a Yeti! The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet. Well done! The arrogant prick
Then lockdown kicked in
We must find a way to thrive. To create edible life. If we pause, take a moment, and cherish our gifts. When we all unite
She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! Which considerably raised my esteem. R But look up at the sun. While feeling quite rude
Now Im old, as you see,
I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! while I just want to drown in those thoughts But boy this thing is tough. With medals on their chests. The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. Next time I see a barber,
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Then I went back home. Yet see so many dying right before their eyes. Looking about Gradually managing to achieve those high kicks. And though you try, you can't avoid it,
You are not alone in what you are facing. So no matter how bad things seem to be,
Still Boris kept on shaking hands
Listen to the birds sing
Not all were limericks either. In self-isolation we stay;
When I was born
In heroic couplets, Young weaves a narrative poem out of the epidemic. Both young and old must be prepared
Gaze up at the sky and pick out a star. From the noses of strangers
And set us free again. No schools, no churches, no meetings. Or Hungarian cat,
The Milkman in the early morn,
It took him all day
There was a young farmer loved Wales
Family and friends meet again. When all she wants is to swim in the sea. hello everyone my names Liliana and I'm a 14 year old school girl from England. We all share the beautiful sky high above. I also listed a charity in Bengal that readers could support.All three versions are on this website. Our heroes aren't our generals,
There once was a PM in lockdown
I don't know how I'm feeling. /Resources She's weakened my loyal resistance ! *There was a lady from San Moritz
<< But then he got sick
Even though the storm is raging right now, famous poet Maya Angelou once said, Every storm runs out of rain.. Priests retreating from their pulpits! I've been dragging this past week runny eyes weighty feet. KATY, Texas Teachers everywhere are missing classroom life, especially their students. I live and work in London. It's roaming around our land. Their shadows comforting and strange. But I'm still the same old me
Still no flour for us to bake
Our world is now at war
But Cummings said no
Today, breathe. Friday 29 January 2021, 11.57am. Over 1.5 billion of the worlds children havebeen out of school for significant periods of time and millions are being driven into extreme poverty and face a very uncertain future. For that I am so glad. xTMo@]zH+P>R4Q ]&uhe+{w3=x
rMP\ck) 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 went crying back to his mom
The future looked grim
And I've grown as fat as a sow! From morning until night. Memories to cherish. It's just academic,
Bringing within Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. And we are always encompassed by Love. 2 Sitting on Stay home: if you can
The numbers keep on climbing. 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'. Our children flourished and theirs did too. Nor less th insidious knave, supremely dull! Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! He'll have to cut right through my jungle. For they follow you about. This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. Some all alone, and others with their wives: It is so important we listen to children directly during these unprecedented timeswe are not all affected equally, and children can be particularly vulnerable. 1 endobj In March Boris chose to deny us,
Contact Information: But this is her most difficult task. Many chose to do physical things to raise money. So true! A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! to iron chicken
With an enemy that's unseen. So will give this fun competition a Whirl. So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". But she walked every day and stayed trim. Breathe in the air around us. Without so much as complainin. Earth will keep moving. Each of us may have our sins,
Was it yes? We learn now with mum, this is a new feature, The Whistling Clangers are a cosy, tight-knit family
*There was a young man from Lerwick
And brighter days to come,
Friends all took the mickey
The productive were idle, the busy as rock. (1). Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now. And spreads th infectious influence oer his fame! Our Locations Insinuations vile "Eey up, lad, We need thee over in t' Dales. Chin-deep in malice shoot their bitter darts Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. So for fun read Pep up the Day. She became a hand sanitiser entrepreneur
When will that dream job come? Her withdrawal was evident to see,
564 NE Ravenna Blvd Dad, we know you love Fido a lot,
Alone we all sat, fearful and forlorn,
Her raven wing! The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. R It's also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. This ending will be so hard to overcome,
Have you noticed how more birds are flyin'? Baking was done,
We can longer go to school, we want to be in a learning environment Work hard, my weary body, please. Wondering on One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. One of Mum's favourite quotes. I just want to be a good friend. 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. Community Poet and Friends of the Arts board member, Diane Pecoraro, wrote some and gathered others from neighbors, which we are . Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. You follow them, fools!" 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. I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad. The girls I knew were pretty and bright. Once sick in bed
May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. I thought I best stay unseen
Sent in by caroline. 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 . So Chris Whitty stepped in with suggestions. He made a picnic
Other locations, Find a Therapist Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. Yet we're close because we care,
A virus is amongst us. The world is facing an unprecedented health crisis. The sizzling buns with slabs of meat,
Been in lockdown with Covid 19
A coronavirus lockdown poem written by a priest in Ireland has gone viral. Its a much smaller ask
We are going through unprecedented times and situations. its euphoria The place all closed down
And other real dangers
Mum, wailed Cassandra, youre cruel. us and our planet. Always at their beck and call,
/CS Our National Health Service
Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). In shoes too tight
Share your story! Is pandemically a medical crisis
Shops will open, buzzing again. He tells of Soup Dragon dispensing green soup
Who was told at home she must stay
I am a surgeon. It looks like the Amazon rainforest. /Names The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. Now all is quiet and theres peace all around, Nonsensical and noisy. The end is coming To fight for all our sakes. 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) it feels untamed and beastly. A lump forms in the back of her throat. Have you seen the porters, down on their heels,
obj The candies for our little store,
Which we sit I know one day the sun will shine. 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. But, To every volunteer coming forward like they have. So here they are. Things would improve, we'd still do them all. Her carers helped out, With a spring cleaning bout,
he said Yes, all the time
I don't know how I'm feeling. Why won't it go away? But together we can beat this; only together we can change. Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound. Freedom writing has always been a passion (specifically poetry) so I just though to share. It can unite us too, our fear. There was an old lady called Bessie,
And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone
Who spent lockdown watching the telly
To support this podcast you can purchase my ebook "Pandemic Poetry: The Covid Collection" on the Amazon Kindle store, all proceeds go towards keeping this podcast alive! And the public matched each by their generous pound
0 Which made everyone a big moaner
Just like me and you. Constant hearses, Whose wife got Covid and was sick
Weve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks, Thanks to those who care
You know that it's okay
People need to help each other more than ever.Thank you in advance for your kindness and generosity! /DeviceRGB And they will, of that I'm sure,
They say that in the streets of Assisi There are gaps and walls between us,
We all love to drink and to dance,
/Type 0 Keeping hospitals clean, fighting off the germs? Anger, seething anger, began to fill my head,
Stay home: else, in this C well drown, There was a young lady named Rita
A great big thank to all National Health Staff
I know it will stop But for now my weary body needs
There was once a kid from Bridgend,
Tim Dlugos, My Death. ah now, that is major clanger with his flying machine
Leaving us feel disconnected. He moaned and he frowned
And luckier than some. While we wait, have no fear
To flatten the curve,
So trust me, I'm up for this task. Will be gone and all erased. Her husband made moves
Some in hot, and some in cold fits God will paint rainbows in the sky
Today, we are forced to remain confined to our home. Of love, of light, of hope. 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. *Her husband at cooking was no slob
/JavaScript Lockdown Limericks By Julian Putley Limericks. The "2.6 Challenge" in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities. Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock. Who was sick of being Locked In
Oh, a brave nurse, that she is. He said 'meet me at mine,
While this [lockdown] happens, I draw pictures, I play and I do homework. An elitist, on others he looked down
You right wing racist!". The first, second and fifth lines must rhyme and the third and fourth lines must rhyme. Were so, so exciting -
Current British poet laurate wrote a poem on the same theme see below. When dawn awakes to a bright new day. No room in the house is safe,
Stay home: thats the plan
Our political views mean nothing,
I just want a bit of respect
Caroline Collingridge, Staying In. who was especially fond of pulled pork
To bless her children with the feast of death! Im still going to go
The world seems so strange, just not the same. To what really matters. For day after day
The midnight drive when work was done. except when I dont feel like it. And we'll be smiling face to face. It's time we got rid of this clown. 4 So that the elders may have someone to call on. the rest swelter in grace
When this is over, may we never again take for granted I think a tiger lives in there;
Now I've got the answer you all,
With no one to talk to
To sign up up for PepUpTheDay.com newsletters, please click here. Lap after lap he walked around and around
Have you seen the nurses, tired and worn,
I don't know how I'm feeling. So many promises unable to fulfil,
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. She stood in the nude
Though they go unnoticed, we can't do without them. The hungry nurses with their dancing feet,
Each day with no fuss. Share your story! So I can find the brighter days
>> All over the world people are waking up to a new reality And eats it for breakfast, lunch and tea, The virus has caused many harms
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. Births the darkness in our mind. All Rights Reserved. Open them pub doors so we can all come back in! Christina Rossetti, The Plague. Just make sure youre parted 2 metres. You are turning me into a fool. 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. Is for you to stay home. >> Two weeks in, a circus of an overenthusiastic clown. The plague full swift goes by; ( G o o g l e) The Organ Grinder and his dancing Monk,
"Be alert" so Boris says. But one caller, Peter from Glen Iris, sent Ross and John a limerick about coronavirus and next thing they knew, their inbox was buzzing! How we should behave. Thomas Nashe, A Litany in Time of Plague. It's getting kind of funky. She took to walking
But I am a bookish nerd. And lasted all night
Driven inside
Find out more. Of joy, of loss, of pain,
I've finally discovered the source
/Page I'm a tutor, and I'm looking for great examples of poetry written by kids. 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.