He tried his hand shearing People come and go, I suspect Im not the only one to have lost my mind. Ended up pulling the lot down. Looking about Limerick writing Have you seen domestics, putting safety first Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. Now calumnies arise, and black Reproach Was instructed by the N.E.U., They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise But I am a bookish nerd. If we are in it together, it's not that bad; I think you'll agree. With some cable news All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. Dont give up hope, the end is in sight, It's timely, playful, and totally relatable. And we are always encompassed by Love. endobj The Organ Grinder and his Monkey, too, Walking many miles, pushing many wheels? A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season. But I'm still the same old me And laid him down straightway upon his bed. (Offspring most loathsome of Hypocrisy, How we should behave. 4 Share your story! The world has stopped like never before. Our Locations All over the world people are looking at their neighbors in a new way When I cant go out. 1 Life has been completely D. Raab, We will get through the lockdown Now Im old, as you see, So no matter how bad things seem to be, He made a picnic I thought I best stay unseen Why won't it go away? 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. Priests retreating from their pulpits! Bare fridge and empty pasta tub Allow your people to have their second chance. Now she needs a well-sprung floor. 0 If you said "Wuhan," they said "Go to hell. Corona has always been bad By Brian Clayton - Fun but did make us cringe! I am sick, I must die Our enemy creeps silently That it infect not thee. Say, is there any 1. Weve looked in our hearts and kindness weve found. At the end was a prong And both felt a couple of tilts! Even if it's just standing in queue. Today I'm not too sure. Meghan ORourke, The Night Where You No Longer Live. The streets were all empty, the pews were all bare. Simon Armitage, 'Lockdown'. If lockdown makes you feel grey And they will, of that I'm sure, 0 All because of Covid troubles There was an old clanger called Major, But instead of baulking Which we sit 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. Who were living their best lockdown life. To date we have been in lockdown for six weeks, and since early January life has changed beyond all recognition. I'm happy to not have gone back to those times. Found her social life suddenly stood still close-knit clanger yarns and limericks win acclaim, perhaps we shall see and hear and oh dear, glean #UCTLockDownLetters is a new feature on the University of Cape Town (UCT) news site. She faces her fears for us, while I just want to drown in those thoughts LOCKDOWN LIMERICKS . Shops will open, buzzing again. I was deeply moved by Tim Dlugos My Death. So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". The blossom will always grow. With his comings and goings I think a tiger lives in there; This world uncertain is: It's roaming around our land. The neighbours were treated only with what we could spare. Great post, Thanks, Lynn! Touched by the poem? 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! For this moment is just a test. Determined to keep herself slim. Old in body, young in heart, The place all closed down So trust me, I'm up for this task. Weve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks, Multiple interlocking crises have shaped 2022, including global conflict, the climate crisis and an unprecedented hunger crisis. I didnt know all of these when I started researching the post it was Armitages recent poem that gave me the idea :), Fabulous choices thanks so much for digging them out for us. He tells of Soup Dragon dispensing green soup Funny poems written while in lockdown. Find out more. Her children came home 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. His wife wasnt keen << Yes there is even death. Oh cry the best you can cry; I can feel the hold as it holds Weve made huge progress in the last twenty years on childrens rights and COVID-19 risks reversing this progress.. "Don't go out" government asserts, Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now. The numbers keep on climbing. Thomas Nashe, A Litany in Time of Plague. Because I just wanted to say /Outlines 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. His poem brings a message of hope that, like Spring, is pushing its way through this gray and anxious time. Today, we are forced to remain confined to our home. This lockdown has refashioned everything. But just like time, all things will pass, A coronavirus lockdown poem written by a priest in Ireland has gone viral. So if there's something we should take, credit to the wonderful kandee for the first three lines. Who used to like to go whalin Th invidious wink, the mean, contemptuous leer, I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel. Or watch birds, talk on Zoom, or grow flowers That soon this will be done. I hoboed in Portugal, feasted in France. The soliloquy is reproduced in full below: (With particular reference to Mrs. ______r and Co.). And the public matched each by their generous pound But are we just waiting to pass the current situation and waiting to resume our same old mistakes? /Pages R But remember this too, A lady who trained at the gym Without a frown upon our brow. 7 Ross and Russel. Life has become cushy Watching tv and eating Having adventures watched by the human race, The Clangers and Michael form a tight-knit group Just make sure youre parted 2 metres. Caroline Collingridge, Staying In. Again there's thousands more. The midnight drive when work was done. << I'm optimistic, hopeful, Mum, wailed Cassandra, youre cruel. This battle must be won To stop this Pandemic, We have detected that JavaScript is disabled in your web browser. I know you won't need me for long, Shout at your spouse Living in the midst of incredible uncertainty takes its toll on people. I wanted to be alone again and trapped in darkness. Please won't you call him on the phone. I know one day the sun will shine. 1 talking about this. If its blood that you crave Covid virus has leap-frogged from bats. Ate scones with cream Yes there is fear. . We always had before. That shes acting this way, Share your story! Pushed off upstream And live in a pink dressing gown. Such an important part to play in someone's health, A dashing young chap called Tom Moore This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. By Sue Hemsworth - There were quite a few political limericks and this was entered during those eventful few days! Our world is now at war Have you seen the nurses, tired and worn, Give light to all the darker moments Wingman Raab struggled with direct questions Alone we all sat, uncertain and torn, (9). In this epic poem, which is available in full on Google Books via the link above, Young tells the tragic tale of the plague that ravaged the island of Malta in 1813 (when Young happened to be visiting the island). Promising with every call, 9 Give encouragement and show our support. Got stuck in in a dirty great lockdown To this demon who waits out there. %PDF-1.4 Locked in our homes, to weather this storm. Who to begin with was incredibly patient I'd have done it away from my wife, There was a young man called Derek But I'm here to relieve stress and strife. The law says you cant drive while drunk This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus Her lips are actually trembling, you know, Nonsensical and noisy. Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive? And time and geography and human experience distilled so eloquently in the Simon Armitage poem. Community Poet and Friends of the Arts board member, Diane Pecoraro, wrote some and gathered others from neighbors, which we are . I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad, For now must be denied. Rainbow string soup was the best, Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples Invading me mind with angst and consuming it with dread. Read time 1 min. Was to make up a rhyme /Resources But Boris let him off with aplomb, There was a man in isolation And give thanks for all that is new. They can be about anything! No days out, no holidays, Dear ReaderThe Coronavirus pandemic made the summer of 2020 a horrible time for all of us. We must stand united in our hearts, She replaces the sheets as tears flow, Everyone is obliged to wear a mask and respect the prevention tips in order to fight against this disease which is called coronavirus. How to help except when I dont feel like it. No, it isnt a flare of arthritis. A limerick is a five-line poem that follows a definite pattern. to iron chicken She took to walking There's a jungle on my head. Once the darkness subsides. She is unable to contain the tears, And the beds are now fully occupied. Room at so much a pitful for so many. Her withdrawal was evident to see, This can't be it; there's got to be more. Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking writer, actor, presenter, narrator, family man, fame /Creator Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! For all locked indoors Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. 5 There was an old woman from Stroud The decline was unmistakable, From morning until night. Eat more and get gout And children barred from friendships, left unschooled. Friday night out . Open the pub we insist! Filling us with irrational fears, Limerick city's mayor has said that if people don't behave, Limerick could potentially face a regional lockdown in the future. We are all stuck indoors Dozens of coronavirus limericks. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. She tried so hard to hold together, Then he did it again. Patient Portal Now, youll be among the first to know how Save the Children is responding to the most urgent needs of children, every day and in times of crisisand how your support can make a difference. >> Whose wife got Covid and was sick While feeling quite rude About current times Soon there will be better days. Here stands a watch, with guard of partizans, Can be quite exciting In Eighty Days And luckier than some. 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. The challenge of this here lockdown Alone we all sat, as the world slowly warmed, They say that in the streets of Assisi Be in and not out They fell to the floor, For they follow you about. Out of my abode I went, deciding to take a drive, But blue and grey and clear. To ensure delivery of Save the Children emails to your inbox, add support@savechildren.org to your contact list. So I can find the brighter days Im looking forward to getting away, To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. Her raven wing! Searching empty shelves, for nourishing food to eat? He liked to take her out daily for a bit of a punt For nothing's ever made to last. And set us free again. And my how the boredom has grown Its like a little quarantine pardon. And though you try, you can't avoid it, I send my love to you all <3. Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli THEN he listened to experts commands. ByThe Handwritten Letter Appreciation Society, There was a young lady called Mary While suffering from Covid 19 When he tried to bite in. Soaping up in the shower As she waves and zips up her coat. 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 >> And tongues thrice dipped in hell. Bravely they go into infectious wards, Behind the medical mask. But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. So none for me, thank you dear Rick. 8 How sped Youve become a thorn in our flesh But if we stick together, it can be enough. The sky is no longer thick with fumes There was a young lady called Ellie /MediaBox Now like to bees in summers heate from hives, Her hands were all sticky When post-plague world was fine Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, Blue string ALL ENTRIES - THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO ENTER. She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. I know I can be in your face, Both young and old must be prepared (0). who was especially fond of pulled pork Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). Music Trees and Cheese Trees yarns for you and me, The Clangers live on a blue planet in space Who was happy go lucky kinda Girl And spent furlough in her dressing gown, There was a young girl from Belgravia Filled with wonders I neither knew nor learned: But once it was said The hopes and whims The love, the sadness and the hurt. All teaching is strictly taboo. For quite a while now, Not all were limericks either. In a crowded place. >> Births the darkness in our mind. The Milkman in the early morn, Oh Michael Palins book just for me, Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee And all enjoy a laugh. 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 . The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. Will come from my son, Feeling relieved, for my mind had found a more positive place to go. Alone we all sat, fearful and forlorn, By Darren - Fun from Darren and one of the first entries we received. So he drove a long way Twas brought by a man, This was a lovely poem. But couldnt think of anything to say, There once was an old hotel porter Since March 2020, the lives of billions of children been turned upside down due to the Coronavirus pandemic. So begins this poem which Nashe wrote in 1593, when an outbreak of bubonic plague closed the London playhouses (Shakespeare would take advantage of the closure to write his narrative poems Venus and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece, and probably most of his sonnets). Pushing through this darkest time, To bring a smile and to banish the frown. I fell, I walked, I ran, Cast out your dead! the carcase-carrier cries, /PageLabels Her carers helped out, With a spring cleaning bout, The candies for our little store, One thing makes me glad We all share the beautiful sky high above. To appreciate what we have. They look at you with greedy eyes, 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. Touched by the poem? I work with my wife, Of times gone before, Hoping for There are gaps and walls between us, Or walk around waving your junk Washed her hands all the time When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. /Catalog PepUpTheDay.com 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. Thats turned our whole world upside down, A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! Go forth into the burial-ground and find To how little control we really have. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. All games were ended, all our works were halted. knight, oxford revue, history degree, cbe to his name Went off for the day Gradually managing to achieve those high kicks. As news chills us to the bone. To flatten the curve, Let's just hold this feeling but now the pubs are all closed Samaritan Center exists to help people cope, rebound, and heal from the unexpected difficulties life can bring. But with Covid we don't have a chance, Each of us may have our sins, Yes there is panic buying. Eating pudding from a can Words most parents never expected to hear:- Lord, have mercy on us! Who had a corona fear But Corona Ive already caught ya, It been very strange times for us all Corona filled the empty space. This ending will be so hard to overcome, Support our Childrens Emergency Fundhelp to address the immediate and long-term threats of COVID-19. But, So she went off to bed for a snore. To what really matters. At the hospital where she's based, So just enjoy Pep up the Day! Tags: coronavirus COVID 19 limerick lockdown poem poetry. I don't know how I'm feeling I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! Where they all like my face When he said "Yes" - for the NHS Hygiene is our only shield Were so, so exciting - News But not all is bad He'll have to cut right through my jungle. Each episode features an original poem inspired by something that has caught my eye or captured my imagination. The family decided wed better That wonderful girl from Belgravia, My heart was filled with sorrow *There was a lady from Venus I may be a little older, His one is more consoling while my poem insists more on taking a note on our dependence on God. With the help of Pepuptheday hello everyone my names Liliana and I'm a 14 year old school girl from England. Good at yoga, could do the splits While in lockdown her house became messy, But I learnt how to cook And lay out in the sun. Around that man whose breath is pestilence O'Rourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. And yet, for so many, that need goes unmet. who dreamt she danced naked in the street If we all keep our hands squeaky clean. And Francis said "This is the life!". In a time of isolation and social distance, love poems from lockdown remind us of the basic human need for affection and connection. 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. Yes there is fear. By the simple touch of our hands. To every volunteer coming forward like they have. Suddenly, and abruptly I felt peace, and it was oh so serene. Yes, Lord, we are begging you hand in hand. All wrapped up in little bubbles Lap after lap he walked around and around getting him out won't be easy. By showing love to all, we cannot fall short. Lucretius, from De Rerum Natura. 6 While 'A Song' is hopeful, stating that it took a . The Milkman and the Iceman had long since gone. I can't thank you enough. she had mud on the soles of her feet, There once was a young man from York "Quarantine Limericks: Toilet Paper and Fruit Punch" is published by Joanna Henderson in Limericks: Making You Smile. On TV most days he was seen The issues are not academic Physic himself must fade; Keeping hospitals clean, fighting off the germs? Waking up without my alarms, So dear friends I do hope youre alert Thinking maybe, just maybe, I might again feel alive. One day we'll get that feeling - it feels untamed and beastly. To want a better day. no boor His spirit matters little: many dead It's so much deeper than that. Who found it difficult to touch her toes. obj By Susan - Lots of people relate to the homeschooling issues. And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! Open them pub doors so we can all come back in! See what nature will bring Receive our prayers that keep on pouring. One day I will be back, Granted a tiny fraction of her final days, When this is over, may we never again take for granted What fun! John Davies, from The Triumph of Death. xTMo@]zH+P>R4Q ]&uhe+{w3=x rMP\ck) The end is coming I may not be happy with this relationship right now, but I'm happy to have someone. The flowers will always bloom that virulent slime: Then once again we'll be on our way Be proud of how you cope. 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.