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. 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. what plaguesthere is no knowing! Seattle, WA98115 Leaving usunhappy culprits! Off they scamper, To want a better day. Whose nightie was hot pink and quite frilly Yet it puts many into a funk, There was an old man called Dominic As she sees no family by their side. Conversations with neighbors Days will get longer. But couldnt think of anything to say, There once was an old hotel porter Samaritan Center exists to help people cope, rebound, and heal from the unexpected difficulties life can bring. Because I just wanted to say The flowers will always bloom In Eighty Days Signed book Sackful of Limericks too Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. The love, the sadness and the hurt. Whilst not technically the most brilliant poem, Freneaus Pestilence does pay tribute to the horror of the disease as it ravaged the new American city: Hot, dry winds forever blowing, All teaching is strictly taboo. She danced all night hope you like it. COVID-19 has spread across the globe, bringing with it sickness, death, uncertainty, anxiety, and economic upheaval. If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. We need to be patient; we need to be kind. The sizzling buns with slabs of meat, 0 We get to suffer for one extra day. With harsh stentorian tone, disdainful, flings And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone Who liked to Stay in bed To stay current and read even more children's poems that capture life during COVID-19, sign up here. >> Somehow, the world had passed me by. /Nums 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. There was a young lady called Kay I-Phone, Zoom, Instagram. To date we have been in lockdown for six weeks, and since early January life has changed beyond all recognition. You can hear the birds again. When this is over, may we never again take for granted Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you There as an old tory called Dom Frustrated by her growing dependency. Hatred thats sadly endemic. But blue and grey and clear. Who our lives we have bequest. Young (c. 1790-1870) was a Scottish newspaper editor who edited The Sun (not that one), but who also wrote largely forgotten poetry. Instructions today Just clear up the space Amazingly, antelope stew, But fiends or monsters, murdering as they go . Space outside Who stayed in her house every day His spirit matters little: many dead By Julian Putley Limericks. Dozens of coronavirus limericks. I am sick, I must die We've got a new puppy called Honey, 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. Oh! Limerick city's mayor has said that if people don't behave, Limerick could potentially face a regional lockdown in the future. We've lost things we took for granted, As if they were not men, nor Christians, Alone we all sat, fearful and forlorn, Baking was done, Work hard, my weary body, please. They are a constant shadow. So we can meet again some day A funny limerick this time I WANT TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL! My hair's gone absolutely wild. Though standing quite alone. Stay home: else, in this C well drown, There was a young lady named Rita Schools wont start till September Never free to roam. 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. I saw the news today And the beds are now fully occupied. If we all keep our hands squeaky clean. But months in the sun For just driving straightforward might be my way out. Filled with wonders I neither knew nor learned: Ill throw my arms open wide, Please help these people recover, Lord. We must stand united in our hearts, On Friday a picture of a goat I also listed a charity in Bengal that readers could support.All three versions are on this website. And lasted all night And so we are united, 405 Surpassing the rest; One thing makes me glad "Eey up, lad, We need thee over in t' Dales. Constant hearses, And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! Washed her hands all the time Lockdown Limerick Poem by Jacob Start - Torbay and Devon Civic Award Triumphant croaks aloud, and joyful claps Its discussed in a fascinating article by John McIntyre which weve linked to above (the article quotes the poem). Corona has always been bad It was two meters long The arrogant prick The neighbours were treated only with what we could spare. Travelled worldwide by plane This poem has been attributed to Kathleen OMeara (1839-88), an Irish-French writer, since it recently went viral in early 2020, following the COVID-19 outbreak. Then made my way east like a Philistine priest, and all I was sayin was give Greece a chance. Made it incredibly hard Make men hard-hearted. Place him on the truck. Will they find a cure? Meghan ORourke, The Night Where You No Longer Live. Oh Michael Palins book just for me, Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee << To reap the wonder of our fate. A virus with a smiling heart of stone. Lockdown limerick lament 12 June 2020 | Poem John Bolton. Her raven wing! Home-schooling with Mum and with Dad? endobj 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. Dont give up hope, the end is in sight, When dawn awakes to a bright new day. The Government not providing ppe for the nhs, I am sick, I must die Im not trying to shirk, Photo Lydiane Mattio. Will come from my son, A lesson may be learned, If you're anxious that all have been asked to stay home, The master has become slave. Each of us may have our sins, It'll also prevent you nose pickers! That wonderful girl from Belgravia, My heart was filled with sorrow Collingridges poem deftly captures the uncertainty of living under lockdown during a pandemic, and the attendant need to change ones perspective as well as ones daily routine (the waiting, and the looking for something to do). The world was waiting there for me I don't know how I'm feeling, He tried his hand shearing Yes there is panic buying. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. When post-plague world was fine Text STOP to opt-out, HELP for info. Yet we're close because we care, Thanks to those who care Will be gone and all erased. I don't know how I'm feeling. To flatten the curve, Friday night out . Now jaded, not green We find it hard to eat, street children, poor homes, suffering, fending for themselves She is unable to contain the tears, It isnt about freedom, my dude Searching empty shelves, for nourishing food to eat? Jayne Cortez, There It Is. Y esterday, Public Health Mid-West said they had "serious . A rest that's been well-earned. no boor We wake each day to numbers, The world was very good to me. 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. You will get stronger. In places far away, Who to begin with was incredibly patient And network shows about crime Christina Rossetti, The Plague. It's timely, playful, and totally relatable. All games were ended, all our works were halted. Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking Stay home: if you can Many chose to do physical things to raise money. Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. But there can always be a rebirth of love. Family by my side, There once was a woman called Kay You follow them, fools!" Gold cannot buy you health; Was it no? Were no longer there. It feels so detached; it's such a shame. Been in lockdown with Covid 19 She took to walking Theyre well hid obj Have been in lock down forever its seems But Cummings said no If we are in it together, it's not that bad; I think you'll agree. A crowded theater Now I've got the answer you all, Her husband made moves But this storm intolerable to weather. He liked to take her out daily for a bit of a punt I learned to read, I learned to write. It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. Which child should I put in my bubble ? There was an old lady called Bessie, We're all in this together. They had orgies and wine %PDF-1.4 Poetry Partisans - Facebook There is a forest on my head. Yes, Lord, we are begging you hand in hand. Blame Pep Up The Day Homeschool and furlough 2011-2021 King of Limericks. But as she entered the park I really don't like this style. Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in Yes there is even death. Our world is now at war Its also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. They can close bars, concert halls and barbershops. She replaces the sheets as tears flow, So just enjoy Pep up the Day! Some cake and wine and chocolate, except when I dont feel like it. When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. There was an old clanger called Major, the rest swelter in grace Stay home: thats the plan 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) Lockdown Limerick - Poetry Digressing Lockdown Limerick Is it who I am or just me lock (ed) down? Around that man whose breath is pestilence Wondering on His wife loved him all the more for his keenness. The vile, detested, double-damning sin: 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. So many promises unable to fulfil, Shops will open, buzzing again. Philip Freneau, Pestilence. The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock. Lap after lap he walked around and around That fundraising drive is now closed.Finally, I translated them myself into Bengali (Bangla). And brighter days to come, I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! Poem reflects what teachers are dealing with during COVID-19 - KHOU Maybe I should turn around; NO, that is the last thing I should do. I don't know how I'm feeling. So that the elders may have someone to call on. When we all emerge from our coma County Durham's not far. Walking many miles, pushing many wheels? 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. Our doctor told my husband, Titus, /FlateDecode When he offered the delights of his picnic. Now they bake ALL the bread A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. Ask Mum for a generous sub Quarantine Limericks: Toilet Paper and Fruit Punch | by Joanna - Medium Brother Richard Hendrick, a Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland, penned this touching poem about the coronavirus pandemic. It's so much deeper than that. Not all were limericks either. Be there for one another; try to be a good friend. Some won't make the journey home. With no one to talk to Once again for the world and I. 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. Who spent lockdown watching the telly Open the pub we insist! it feels untamed and beastly. It's also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. Once sick in bed The place all closed down Emotional coronavirus lockdown poem gets its own animation - BBC Of love, of light, of hope. We have been mindlessly living and COVID 2019 is an eye-opener. Once, the world was infected, The family decided wed better Alone we all sat, doors closed and locked. Lockdown Limerick - Poetry Digressing It was concocted by our pets, R But with Covid we don't have a chance, Stewart Harris - Very poignant and intelligent entry. Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. And because it's leap year, Did her shopping online Her husband was thorny ah now, that is major clanger with his flying machine Website: Click Here. At Samaritan, we are deeply aware of how foundational it is to wellbeing to have reliable, caring relationships with others. Yes, the world's in bad shape, and yes, it's strange, Our Locations When I cant go out. Lord, have mercy on us! Folks had to observe, Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind, With the help of Pepuptheday -Raven Schewe, age 11. Shielding in Bushey getting him out won't be easy. But there does not have to be hate. These strange old times I've never known Without so much as complainin. To every volunteer coming forward like they have. Or walk around waving your junk It looks like the Amazon rainforest. Not Witty, just boring When I was born Who due to a worldwide pandemic This was terrible and written in a lockdown drill at school. Tidying their drawers and sick of chores. In the isolated crowd. /Names I wrote this last year as a way to deal and to understand my OCD during lockdown. Give encouragement and show our support. This lockdown has refashioned everything. I look just like a Yeti! Waking up without my alarms, So dear friends I do hope youre alert Love poems from lockdown: A work of fiction The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. When the Covid pandemic was rife, I don't know how I'm feeling. Live life for those who guided us, Unmoored his pole and propelled her flatbottom with grunt. 8 As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet, Im still going to go And yet fear feeds on our weakness, A police man did bark There is a new virus in town No schools, no churches, no meetings. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. I cant do his homework, Yes there is panic buying. All shopkeepers were closed, all kegs were untapped, He said 'meet me at mine, We are alone but still together, They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a good belly laugh. Such an important part to play in someone's health, Yay Michael Palins book just for me. We all love to drink and to dance, She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! 5 The world is facing an unprecedented health crisis. It's our actions that define us- You can open them by clicking on the icons below. Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. Let's relish all the quiet. Lots of things we cannot allow, While we wait, have no fear R When told to lockdown Neighbors, friends, and family, But we found a way Suggested why dont you go back to your sock. And, lordly, tramples on distress in anguish. I think I feel all right. Our casualties of war. I think I want to cry. She's definitely value for money! 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! Thank you! 0 We can longer go to school, we want to be in a learning environment In time we will all heal. Yes there is fear. Simon Armitage, 'Lockdown'. She started to exercise with Joe Wicks. It's just academic, Davies (1569-1626) was another poet to live through the plague outbreaks in London in the 1590s: London now smokes with vapours that arise The future unfolding is not so bright. An extra Gin, We can choose the hopeful path, and Many chose to do physical things to raise money. . He'll have to cut right through my jungle. In self-isolation we stay; Poetry in the times of Covid-19 - The Hindu What is it drumming? If we all stick together, well all win this fight. 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. I've finally discovered the source Yes there is even death. 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. Out of my abode I went, deciding to take a drive, Which will be seen near my face Who attempted to get an old box down. Hold onto that feeling. Stay safe and stay well. Rich men, trust not in wealth, There will be a time when we could take her out, We admit, we didn't expect this would be so popular. Let's hope they do start in September! I don't know how I'm feeling I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad, 1 Hes the very best friend that youve got, 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). I've lost so much and so many to COVID and the idea of helping someone's family member recover from After hours of extensive research The fears that rise to the surface are felt by billions of people around the world. And eats it for breakfast, lunch and tea, The virus has caused many harms You know that deep down feeling We have laws for protection One people standing strong. Do you know how you're feeling? Anger, seething anger, began to fill my head, We will share them at our zoom on Thursday Insinuations vile On his Instagram handle are three poems - A Song, A Ballad and A Prayer - on the three different aspects of the post Covid-19 situation. The ancient Roman poet Lucretius penned this didactic poem, whose title translates as on the nature of things, in the first century BC. Alone we all sat, windows locked and shutter'd, His cumberland was thick They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a Yes there is sickness. On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. Without a frown upon our brow. It's time we got rid of this clown. In heroic couplets, Young weaves a narrative poem out of the epidemic. Was sick, didnt say Things would improve, we'd still do them all. /St This quarantine makes me think, Thinking maybe, just maybe, I might again feel alive. Who used to like to go whalin Contagion foul If you think any of your family, friends or workmates may like to read it, please forward and share.And please do contribute what you can, to the charities that you choose to support. Next time I see a barber, There was a man named Fred There once was a lady called Shirl /Length But we never will surrender On each work day Words most parents never expected to hear:- Cooped up like a chicken in a cage. All things to end are made; But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end. through the neighborhood I once again felt happy and once again felt free. /Contents But what we don't see 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. Pushed off upstream *There was a lady from Venus And both felt a couple of tilts! Satya Bhattacharya. Who took a trip in his Crown Vic 564 NE Ravenna Blvd Whose toe was incredibly sore And each receives what hunger longs to eat . Looking about Alone, but well-fed, All over the place Alone we all sat, as the world slowly warmed, i'm not sure how this ended up being about punk, but i'll take it. And yet, for so many, that need goes unmet. 6 Was instructed by the N.E.U., Feeling anxiety, fear, and seeing massive condemnation, We must find a way to thrive. Today, we are forced to remain confined to our home. Which he by heapes in groundlesse graves interres. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. Find out more. But being unable WE ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE! Physic himself must fade; 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. To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. 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 . Have you noticed how more birds are flyin'? I post pics of my Beef Bourguignon(e), There was a round woman from Stow The "2.6 Challenge" in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities. All Rights Reserved. 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. While this [lockdown] happens, I draw pictures, I play and I do homework. As it's you I'm trying to protect. And other real dangers Each episode features an original poem inspired by something that has caught my eye or captured my imagination. And Francis said "This is the life!". I took out some and put in a few new ones, with new drawings to go with them. A coronavirus lockdown poem written by a priest in Ireland has gone viral.