I've often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making.
politically
di-vi-si-ve ...
the Siren sings
to my shadow in a mirror
made of covid19 poetry
Added: Twenty-Seventh Entry, Easter Sunday Service
sunlight
through stained glass windows ...
tomorrow
will worry about itself
echoing in an empty church
FYI: Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34
Twenty-Eighth Entry, Easter Monday
the priest recites
Therefore do not worry
about tomorrow...
photos of the congregation
attached to wooden benches
My Dear Friends:
Today marks the end of the first month of the WHO pandemic announcement. Share with you a set of selected poems published during the first month of this coronavirus pandemic:
dark emptiness
of tree-lined Wuhan streets
my life and dreams
shrink to the size
of a laptop screen
shelves wiped clean
of hand sanitizers --
I have a footshake
with my new neighbor
behind his mask
Reality Show Host
just like the flu ...
all eyes on the last pack
of toilet paper
social distancing ...
further and further away
from the President
Relax, it all will pass ...
this infectious silence
of the American Dream Mall
we're doing great ...
in my virus-free dream
the White House locked down
Note: American Dream is a retail and entertainment complex in the Meadowlands Sports Complex in East Rutherford,New Jersey, United States, that has over 450 stores and 33ooo parking spaces.
It is what it is
"When you believe in God, he will not give you more than you can handle; when infected with doubt during a time of crisis, you should respond by seeking the right answer to your question," the pastor said in a firm, yet affectionate tone as he accompanied me to the parking lot. In the corner of my mind, God's words lingered, "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."
The following day, in the shadow of this one-hundred-year-old church, I pause to wonder, “Am I as strong in the eyes of God and his mighty power as a true believer?" The path to the church entrance seems long ... and narrow. The pastor starts preaching at this much-anticipated Sunday Service.
spiritual nearing
versus social distancing ...
sitting alone
on a long wooden bench
further away from myself
for Rick Grimes who cries out in a storm, "Rest in peace. Now get up. and go to war," The Walking Dead, Season 5
Chinese virus ...
in my infectious dream
the White House
toppled by the army
of the walking dead
the world smaller
but more distant and colder ...
my gondola glides
through the Grand Canal
in a virus-free dream
the cathedral
silhouetted against gray sky
an old man
reads through ten full pages
of obituaries
moonlight
floods empty alleys ...
one Italian
singing to another
on Juliet balconies
100 more
coronavirus deaths --
in my infectious dream
the White House
toppled by the army
of the walking dead
the world smaller
but more distant and colder ...
my gondola glides
through the Grand Canal
in a virus-free dream
the cathedral
silhouetted against gray sky
an old man
reads through ten full pages
of obituaries
moonlight
floods empty alleys ...
one Italian
singing to another
on Juliet balconies
100 more
coronavirus deaths --
the lineup curls
around the parking lot
of a gun megastore
refrigerated trucks
around the parking lot
of a gun megastore
refrigerated trucks
outside a hospital
an old man
under the shadowy gaze
of the Empire State Building
balcony workout
a side-glance at the ring of bruises
on my neighbor's neck
Good Friday night
punctuated by sirens --
in my dream
a man on the road to Damascus
wears the crown of thorns
morning chill
the sound of an empty
St. Peter's Square
morning chill
the sound of an empty
St. Peter's Square
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