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. But for now my weary body needs
So I can find the brighter days
Design by, Serious Limericks: There once was an unsmiling rhymer, The 12 Ways of Christmas: A song of multiculti celebration, Melodious Limericks about Classical Music. Out flie the citizens, some here, some there; He walked to support our Doctors and Nurses
ByThe Handwritten Letter Appreciation Society, There was a young lady called Mary
Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed? Each episode features an original poem inspired by something that has caught my eye or captured my imagination. 0 Why won't it go away? You are turning me into a fool. 'Oh, how I miss my bed!'. Whose toe was incredibly sore
And lasted all night
But Boris let him off with aplomb, There was a man in isolation
The numbers keep on climbing. Was it part of a cunning plan ? I learned to read, I learned to write. 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 . Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. To what really matters. Which made everyone a big moaner
I work with my wife,
It's getting kind of funky. The worries of the last few weeks
The master has become slave. By the simple touch of our hands. Yes there is isolation. Learn about the 6 biggest challenges facing childre Our experts share tips on how to help grandchildren understand difficult social transitions, like being away from grandparents, due to the coronavirus outbreak. To stoppe their passages, or to or fro, Enter your email address to subscribe to this site and receive notifications of new posts by email. Who usually had nowhere to go
He ate it with bread
With the chaos and madness, how can anyone survive? I know it will stop 3 {r Because I just wanted to say
And stare out at the sky. Tonight at 8, wherever you are,
That wonderful girl from Belgravia, My heart was filled with sorrow
Touched by the poem? This was a lovely poem. ] From the noses of strangers
Walking many miles, pushing many wheels? By whipping on her scrubs and gloves
Have you seen them out, walking on lonely streets
Thomas Nashe, A Litany in Time of Plague. Stay home: if you can
Twas brought by a man,
Or let our lights grow dim. Psst..listen, keep it under your hats,
Another week minus cake
PepUpTheDay.com Who was told at home she must stay
We're all in this together. Work hard, my weary body, please. Receive our prayers that keep on pouring. I promise there will be sunshine
We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. So if there's something we should take,
A great big thank to all National Health Staff
Share your story! A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward. To reap the wonder of our fate. And, at the same time,
Had to isolate away
Conversations with neighbors I don't know how I'm feeling,
I look just like a Yeti! I left the house today. They look at you with greedy eyes,
Resembling Demis Roussos, wearing Komonas. People break rules,
For that I am so glad. But she walked every day and stayed trim. 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. Shielding in Bushey
I just want to be a good friend. To stay current and read even more children's poems that capture life during COVID-19, sign up here. As we count down the days,
But those nurses and those doctors,
Stewart Harris - Very poignant and intelligent entry. Learn more about our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Life has become cushy
keeping their windows open His poem brings a message of hope that, like Spring, is pushing its way through this gray and anxious time. With the help of Pepuptheday
The decline was unmistakable,
Contagion foul For shed become frigid
From the crate on his van,
I was amazed in equal measure by the generosity of so many people in Italy who contributed. So will give this fun competition a Whirl. Forcing us to stay at home. Covid virus has leap-frogged from bats. Open the pub we insist! For all locked indoors
His wife wasnt keen
are preparing to welcome . 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. From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep. Corona virus you're pants!! << We must respect this valued band of women and men. This bored his wife rigid
We are all in this together. It was concocted by our pets,
And though you may not be able << Even though the storm is raging right now, famous poet Maya Angelou once said, Every storm runs out of rain.. We must stand united in our hearts,
A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season. I took out some and put in a few new ones, with new drawings to go with them. 5 On each work day
Pushed off upstream
Who took a trip in his Crown Vic
'cause they weren't free to roam
Even if it's just standing in queue. the rest swelter in grace
Granted a tiny fraction of her final days,
For now must be denied. 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. But we found a way
This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus
She was famous for starting
Without so much as complainin. And we'll be smiling face to face. A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! Have you seen domestics, putting safety first
Her hands were all sticky
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. A brave nurse, that she is,
Made a face mask from Granny's old knickers,
Despite their differences, their struggles are shared and they remain united in their hope for a brighter future. ah now, that is major clanger with his flying machine
To fight for all our sakes. Some in hot, and some in cold fits Were so, so exciting -
That we too must face each day. Not easy to work or to play
0 *There was a lady from Tore
Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking
I think I want to cry. We are alone but still together,
I may be a little older,
There was a man named Fred
For they follow you about. Whose wife got Covid and was sick
She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. And spread blessings along the way, So one big advantage of Zoom
We enjoyed Anne's limerick and thought that it conjured up a feeling that we can all relate to in the current time. Th invidious wink, the mean, contemptuous leer, Behold Affection haste with panting breath, Insinuations vile I was driving home after a fight with my boyfriend. 0 Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. 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. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. Of her prowess at farting:
You know that it's okay
R What is it drumming? This battle must be won
Now I see people with face masks and few cars but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play. Leaving us feel disconnected. 0 As if they were not men, nor Christians, She stood in the nude
The arrogant prick
Each of us may have our sins,
with Joe as a covid butt kicking team. Be in and not out
So that the elders may have someone to call on. Weve made huge progress in the last twenty years on childrens rights and COVID-19 risks reversing this progress.. The Milkman in the early morn,
This is perfect! To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. Her withdrawal was evident to see,
I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! The seasons will always change. How sped Surpassing the rest;
6 When he offered the delights of his picnic. Please mention PepUpTheDay.com when contacting this advertiser. So here we sit, alone, and wait
We all love to drink and to dance,
None from his darts can fly; I know I may irritate you a bit. Of joy, of loss, of pain,
You don't want to be in my shoes
This is what you should do
The birds are singing again Which will be seen near my face
Touched by the poem? Share your story! 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). Of times gone before, Hoping for But we never will surrender
Our world is now at war
For let's face it, we need more lerts!!! An elitist, on others he looked down
We vowed to never let it win. All prayers were whispered, all hopes were exalted. And my how the boredom has grown
But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. And not seeing our loved ones is rough,
We've lost things we took for granted,
Just clear up the space
Imagine the end of Corona
For quite a while now,
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary Photo Lydiane Mattio. /Catalog On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. So why don't you pepuptheday? God will paint rainbows in the sky
Alone we all sat, doors closed and locked. Who decided her friends could now meet her
Stay home: avoid going to town
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. who dreamt she danced naked in the street
You put our health at risk and our education has been halted by you One thing is to be done; one thing is clear: So no matter how bad things seem to be,
And he walked and he talked with aplomb! (External Link). >> Won't take for granted anything
He'll have to cut right through my jungle. Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you
Memories to cherish. So, drive through the forest I go, I began to see green. It'll also prevent you nose pickers! Y esterday, Public Health Mid-West said they had "serious . And spreads th infectious influence oer his fame! 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. Blame Pep Up The Day
He made a picnic
Given the pandemic the world is currently grappling with, our thoughts here at IL Towers during this lockdown period have, perhaps naturally, turned to plague, pestilence, and pandemics. 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! Hope will flourish,
*There was a man from bustling Zurich
Give light to all the darker moments
Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive? A police man did bark
Youve become a thorn in our flesh WE ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE! R But I learnt how to cook
/Length They fell to the floor,
Yet her boat was sinking fast,
Day after day, night after night. 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! Look for the brighter color. In high redundance of Typhonic rage, We've got to reset; we've got to restore. So none for me, thank you dear Rick. You right wing racist!". My friends and family, they're all fine. But for now, all I ask of you
As news chills us to the bone. I send my love to you all <3. close-knit clanger yarns and limericks win acclaim, perhaps we shall see and hear and oh dear, glean
Of the new pandemic flu. And the public matched each by their generous pound
Soon there will be better days. Dead men to the grave-yards going: The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. The sizzling buns with slabs of meat,
All over the place
Now jaded, not green
Looking about If lockdown makes you feel grey /FlateDecode It was two meters long
This Covid nineteen,
>> Will they find a cure? >> When dawn awakes to a bright new day. >> Who stayed in her house every day
They're battling to save hundreds of lives,
But to discard me is a total disgrace. Driven inside
A Capuchin Franciscan Brother Richard Hendrick's poem "Lockdown" has gone viral and this St. Patrick's Day we can see why. Living in the midst of incredible uncertainty takes its toll on people. 1 Specially crafted for you and me
Snakes are in the undergrowth. Stay home: thats the plan
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. The streets were all empty, the pews were all bare. he said Yes, all the time
Is for you to stay home. Thank goodness for the virtual pub, Mouldy cheddar and flat old beer
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). When every corner is filled with gloom,
You'll be okay again. Do you know how you're feeling? The illustrations were my own doodles. Dear ReaderThe Coronavirus pandemic made the summer of 2020 a horrible time for all of us. Blue string
For day after day
But what we don't see
Brother Richard shared his poem "Lockdown" in a Facebook post on Friday, March 13. There is a forest on my head. Who to begin with was incredibly patient
Yes there is sickness. Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli
But then he got sick
Who through lockdown was getting quite hairy
Then once again we'll be on our way
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Lord, have mercy on us! If you said "Wuhan," they said "Go to hell. 0 Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. 0 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. They crowd buy touch and bear contagion thence. By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. It said people, you must stay indoors
<< Breathe in the air around us. A lesson may be learned,
He admired his wife for her wits. I don't know what more I can say,
Went off for the day
"We're all in the same boat,"
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. I'm in nursing school. Everyone is obliged to wear a mask and respect the prevention tips in order to fight against this disease which is called coronavirus. Cooped up like a chicken in a cage. I went to do some shopping. strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town (4/17/20), https://patch.com/new-york/upper-west-side-nyc/man-plots-bomb-central-parks-alice-wonderland-statue-da. But this is her most difficult task. But months in the sun
But instead of baulking
In self-isolation we stay;
ORourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. Who read the page Pepuptheday
I am sick, I must die The infirm stay in place,
Social distancings more fun than talking, There once was a woman called Faye
I don't know how I'm feeling
Half believing, half shadows of doubt. In places far away,
It feels so detached; it's such a shame. I was deeply moved by Tim Dlugos My Death. Protect us, Lord, and send your healing,
across the empty squares, She wanted to go out to and fro. But just like time, all things will pass,
may hear the sounds of family around them. The staff and the patients lying in their beds. We all share the beautiful sky high above. As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet,
And all enjoy a laugh.