The beginning of National Poetry Month
Comes when spirits turn to naught.
Constant COVID morbid news
Has gripped our hearts and thoughts.
We cannot hug. We cannot kiss.
We are confined inside
Our little rooms that are our world,
But not inside our minds.
It’s there we fair a chance of escape
From this torturous disease.
But do not fear foes in your flight.
This I beg you please!
Take this time to write what’s in your heart
And in your home.
Take this National Poetry Month
To escape your house and write a poem!
covid19
3.31.20 – Banned From Home
Some were banned from home—
The ones they rightly owned—
Due to COVID infiltration
Into vacation locations.
Counties up nort’,
In Wisconsin, of course,
Shut their doors to those folks
Who needed retiring most.
3.29.20 – DeWine Doing DeWork
Governor Mike DeWine
Was told that given some time
That masks could cleaned
But the FDA seemed
Determined to block the streamline.
3.28.20 – GM Trumped by Trump
The Defense Production Act
Put power in his paws
To tweet like war is raging
And bypass certain laws.
Sure, Mary B’s production
Had its faults and flaws,
But when Boris catches COVID
You know that something’s wrong.
3.27.20 – Essential Risk
Essential to this plot
Of determining risk
Amounts to those around you
And those you may have missed.
Through executive power
A country will be split
Into high or low or middle
Infectionary risk.
3.27.20 – A Stimulating Haiku
The House passed the bill
After efforts to block it.
Trump signed it at once.
3.27.20 – #1
The US finally did it.
We are #1!
In COVID-19 cases,
Americans have won
The battle over China,
The UK, or Hong Kong.
Of the half a million cases,
We are #1!
3.26.20 – Opening Day
Today would’ve been Opening Day
At Miller (but not at Fenway).
The world stops when baseball’s not played.
Today would’ve been Opening Day.
Today would’ve been off for the Bucks.
But now everyday’s off and it sucks.
Antetokounmpo’s beginning to rust.
Today would’ve been off for the Bucks.
Soccer.
The NFL’s in their offseason,
But that is not a good reason
To not cry and not show my feelings.
The NFL’s in their offseason.
Today was not Opening Day.
It was a day of loss and of pain.
Spring will never be the same.
Today was not Opening Day.
This Is Just to Say 