Monday, April 27, 2020

For Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Writers’ Pantry #17: Growing Safety ~ Masks ~ Precaution Protection or Paranoia `

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My first memory of a mask is that of the Lone Ranger's, the good horse rider, a hero, wearing a black one, over the eyes, then come the masked Western riders shouting and shooting, mostly in the movies, but masks have a long varied history and are found in fields of medicine theater and culture. The current mask wearing all over the world is for safety and protection against the Corona Virus
To take a phrase from the introduction of the Writer's Pantry -

everyone I saw wore a face mask

shows the growing awareness of the dangers of the pandemic.
Mask is scary as it supports the activities of bandits looters and terrorists.

A mask is applied to beautify the face also, but the question here is about ‘safety from infection of the deadly virus or is it?
Can a mask provide enough protection ? The covered nose and mouth will block the germs from entering the body?

A few lines from my poetry collection:

The Mask

To meet another face we must prepare our own face
infection maybe present nearby, a fear’ that is the case

With time people will get used to this facial cover, and
wear it, recently were taking it off for a false phobia phase

Enemy invisible, the defense weapon, a minor cover, take it
be safe be well, be strong, be brave, or you may not make it.

Learning to live life anew, check for sleep diet light and stress
exercise, avoid TV read books, don’t worry if you change looks

The mask is license to leave house, stay clean in heart and mind
the time is tough a trial and a test, be good, be giving and be kind.

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

For Poets and Story Tellers United Weekly Scribblings #15 ~~ COVID -19 Quarantine Histories~ What Keeps Me Occupied .~


Captain Grey African-  Grand kids Pet came to stay for three weeks -stay extended now
The Lock down began strictly on the evening of 20th March. We got some groceries-milk vegetables flour but no peanuts  for the parrot. A quick check had listed fruit and root vegetables as part of his diet.So a relief to know that he could eat carrots and apples too... five weeks now..still no peanuts as shops are closed. 

Photographing the sky at different times of the day has been a major activity other than praying cooking  laundry and late night creative writing attempts...

A Poem on Covid~19 

O’ Tiny Circular Spiky Red Corona Virus
unseen you landed on the planet in silence
invading breathing lungs and airy spaces
sending all under  roofs, covering faces

All ages threatened as all humans are same
some say it’s a hoax some ‘a political game
patent no is different, event is 201- unseen
but contagious, named all over as Covid -19

Killing people to clean the world is cruelty
whoever believes it so, many call it penalty
they know they broke the law, to score –Ah
but would they live to wear the crown –Bah!

Whatever theories are circulating-Covid-19
is bent on killing,changing rules of cleaning
life will not be the same free will, but fear
will stay, care and values of life - dear.

Friday, February 28, 2020

For Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Weekly Scribblings #8: Red Fruit Rendition ~ Apple of The Eye ~

Apples were always favorites
pomegranates difficult,expensive
though one of the best from the
Heavens,rare gems like rubies

in riddles commonly sung
one carton with yellow boxes
inside studded  garnet stones
power for body and bones
Cherries found in Northern Areas
fruit of cold mountain regions
tomatoes red eaten everyday,
fruit by season, not by day.

red blood oranges,  a delight
orange peels  be set aside

watermelons quite a mess
red plums best for stress

back to apples for all reasons
half full or semi red, Ah!

medicine vitamin C iron
or a pie, the best, apple of the eye

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

For Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Pantry # 8 ~ We Like Multiple of Threes' ~ Oceans Torn Apart ~

A favorite song begins with the phrase: 'oceans apart, day after day and I slowly go insane', I believe the poet means that there is a special feeling of affection which makes him drowsy as the English poet Keats wrote: and a drowsy numbness pains, as if of hemlock I have drunk'. Oceans are one of the many miracles of the Creator as the Earth itself is. The water holds itself yet moves, full of life, rebirth and deaths and fathoms of fluid space, stable for all ships and boats, salty roadways, for travelers transport and sport.

‘I saw three ships come sailing by’…

O' Poseidon bestowed with the power unique
tell us the secret of the two seas that do not meet
yet flow with different colors, wave by wave, move
by move, side by side, a perfect acceptance of diversity,

Poseidon speaks, ‘Man is nothing without the Gods’
oceans or skies the sole power is with the Creator
who loves clear open hearts, He blocks nothing nor
builds walls, see my home has no doors nor windows’

All are free to enter, float, sail, swim dive or dig
I am full of food, fish, color, charms and treasures
but many living beings are careless, inconsiderate
they throw harmful waste trash plastic on and in me.

Water will not become less but will be a source of
trouble for human beings themselves, the dead will
float the dying will cry and curse, the thought makes
me shudder, storms surge, waves rise to great heights,

Water is hurt, it is red now with blood and scales
breathing is difficult, inhale a struggle, exhale an
ordeal, oil blocks unmarked   uncharted   paths
Oceanides no longer accept offerings from fans.

Home state worries Oceanus, growing more old
countless pennies coins of gold, are useless down
on the sea bed, worthless is such a treasure which
sinks and loses its values, shine and becomes cold.

A revenge rises a tsunami results, as the grand
bowl shakes  jolts jumps and throws up-
beware O People …I envision a huge surge…
sing not any songs nor lie naked on the beach

Pray pray pray peace,  repentance forgiveness seek

Monday, February 3, 2020

For Poets Story Tellers United Writers' Pantry #5 ~ Light at the End of the Plastic Tunnel ~ Plastic Persistence ~

Light is truth, truth is light
day after day after night
nothing is visible nothing
in sight, in darkness tight,

the mind is dark, rigid,
fearless, oblivious, frigid
or so it seems, careless of
what might be, a delight?

plastic come plastic in use
plastic is easy, plastic light,
plastic cheap, plastic refuse
No, reuse, recycle, no abuse

but a plastic tunnel ? hope
to see the end of the scope
plastic is a terror, a killer
no thriller, no ease, must go

learning comes long after
a tragic ordeal, much killing
easy time,death for others,
a tunnel of hope with light

plastic must go,its criminal.

Thursday, January 30, 2020

For Poets Story Tellers United ~ Weekly Scribblings # 4 ~ New Tricks ~ Touch Control ~

He never learnt to drive
Nor could ride the bicycle
Ice cream is too sweet he said
no cup nor cone nor popsicle

locks and door knobs 
soon are broken,lost are the keys,
shoes and joggers 
are tight,
wobbly are the knees

and so she has to do most jobs
technical electrical digital much
unwilling to learn,alas simply lazy
can't teach now would rather avoid

there is a vast difference between
an old receiving dialing phone 
the floor gear car and a hybrid auto
and the latest  android system, touch'

Thursday, January 9, 2020

For POETS and STORY TELLERS UNITED ~ Weekly Scribblings #1 ~ The Earth is Alive ~

The Earth is alive below shaking disturbed cracking
still-yet in revolution,moaning rumbling protesting

O pale moon, bear witness
O sometimes silent sometimes chirping birds

take notes to the skies, fly as nature holds  the
wings-from darkness to dawn.

Speak not of the blood
that flows like rivers from wounds
that oozes from cruel cuts by sticks and pellets

that drops from splinters showered by blasts 
that is visible on clothes tattered and shrouds

O moon see the other side and send
a sign of peace
a bird of song
a light of love

Find, find a harbinger of truth justice and salvation.

The Earth is alive below, yearning to heal -
hoping, anticipating, 

Words chosen:  darkness, blood, harbinger

For Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Writers’ Pantry #17: Growing Safety ~ Masks ~ Precaution Protection or Paranoia `

Photo Courtesy  Wikipedia My first memory of a mask is that of the Lone Ranger's, the good horse rider, a hero, wearing a black one,...