Safety Poems
Father's Gun Hanging at the Door.
by C Duggan
My father's gun hung on the door,
at first menacing, then necessary.
That gun kept out the wolves,
the bears,
and the wind howling.
The gun kept out the cold,
my mother no longer shivered,
and my father no longer took watch.
The stars no longer stared,
and the moon no longer seemed like a dream.
......
Tarry with me tonight –
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Tarry with me tonight -
My dear firelight!
Your precious warmth be
My solitary company.
It's my plush blanket
Wrapping me in heat.
Not all is well;
Darkness cast its spell.
Luxurious light -
Do stay tonight!
......
Not my own story
by Joseph Kjar
Inside my head
There lives a thought
She scratches, she paws
She begs to be let out
The thumping from inside
On my temple, between my eyes
Thumping, thumping, thumping
......
Poverty as a Pandemic Pain
by Ololade Raji
Life in the hood means nothing without a livelihood as those in the hood will choose livelihoods over lives. Maybe you now know why the frenzy virus feeds on your lives through the hunger of those in the hood
But if you fear the virus and still value your life above your livelihood, then, you are not in the hood. And you better not leave those in the hood to leave the hood for food and the virus
For it is good to move their food to the hood so they remain in the hood, then, you would not need to brood over their covid moves to leave their hood
I hope you know the gloom that looms if you do not give a hoot and look beyond loots. Have I just told you how to woo those in the hood with food to stay at home?
If you do not believe that you need food to ease the pandemic pains in the hood, you would neither believe in the corona dirge for a sweet aunt nor a word from this howl
......
Father's Gun Hanging at the Door.
by C Duggan
My father's gun hung on the door,
at first menacing, then necessary.
That gun kept out the wolves,
the bears,
and the wind howling.
The gun kept out the cold,
my mother no longer shivered,
and my father no longer took watch.
The stars no longer stared,
and the moon no longer seemed like a dream.
......
Not my own story
by Joseph Kjar
Inside my head
There lives a thought
She scratches, she paws
She begs to be let out
The thumping from inside
On my temple, between my eyes
Thumping, thumping, thumping
......
Tarry with me tonight –
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Tarry with me tonight -
My dear firelight!
Your precious warmth be
My solitary company.
It's my plush blanket
Wrapping me in heat.
Not all is well;
Darkness cast its spell.
Luxurious light -
Do stay tonight!
......
Poverty as a Pandemic Pain
by Ololade Raji
Life in the hood means nothing without a livelihood as those in the hood will choose livelihoods over lives. Maybe you now know why the frenzy virus feeds on your lives through the hunger of those in the hood
But if you fear the virus and still value your life above your livelihood, then, you are not in the hood. And you better not leave those in the hood to leave the hood for food and the virus
For it is good to move their food to the hood so they remain in the hood, then, you would not need to brood over their covid moves to leave their hood
I hope you know the gloom that looms if you do not give a hoot and look beyond loots. Have I just told you how to woo those in the hood with food to stay at home?
If you do not believe that you need food to ease the pandemic pains in the hood, you would neither believe in the corona dirge for a sweet aunt nor a word from this howl
......
