Silent Hunter 5 Update 1.2 With Crack-vitality
Nandan Barahona
And the people who right now work hardest of all,
Are the NHS who stand up tall.
This is for all the people who have lost their jobs in this pandemic,
And all those who are diabetic,
and those who work as paramedics,
This is for all the people suffering from COVID-19,
This is for those with bad hygiene,
This is to make you realize,
That we should be thankful for those who we miss the most in this time.
We thought it would be over before the month of May,
They said it was a type of flu, and would soon go away,
But now it really looks as if the crown of colds could stay,
Faded rainbows.
It was the Chinese Cholera, from a burger made of bat,
Then Italy and Spain got it, what did we think of that?
When super-spreaders brought it here, we were really in the crap.
Faded rainbows.
My family are all safe and well.
I am able to speak to them.
I can enjoy more time with Owen.
The weather is warming up.
There are spring flowers to look at.
My mental health is good now.
I know I can get through this.
I have a good job to go back to.
We are fanatically stable.
Wildlife is recovering without us.
This lockdown
Is an old-fashioned knockdown.
Streets are angry with iron,
And lips are touching germ.
People are recorded as saying,
Why does it happen to us
Every time, yet we
Try hard for it not to?
Now the quiet lane is empty .
Sunday picnics replaced with leisure centres ,
Shopping trips and online engagement .
To wander down a lane and back
Now seems a pointless task ,
Photo albums replaced with discs and icloud stores
No sitting watching a slide show of summers spent in Wales
Now its off to Florida or Spain .
The world is bigger
The possibilities are endless .
Until now .
When this silent killer changed the game .
So back to the woods for quieter times
And Box Brownie dreams again .
is it easy looking backwards now to former scenes of exuberance and capitalist extravagance in markets of gossip of dross and of hip to the tip of the tittle-tattle-tonguing cultural exchange of people passing people passing on people on stupendously-expensive pendulous pedals and heels pedalling the confetti masquerade of coffee-wine-caf crowds whose accessorising identities were allowed to hang around in a stolen dance of sinful syntax seemingly untaxable beneath beautiful bejewelled architectures of children playing with unsupervised children contracting the social abstract all over like over-spilling flower-stalls like bursting fountains like a pandemic virus of white noise driven by the hunger for sensation behind the trance of conformity or the rolling out radioactive 5G enormity but is there still a heart between brain and loin in our highest of places? What beheld us? A virus of sorts? An aerosolised globalised lab-test? An anti-pollution revolution? Revelation of a new world order? A dislike of sports? No: restrictive social distancing.
so now to scenes of dancing in sun-printed patterns of an eternal spring lining the darkest spectral voids of emptied playgrounds and urbanised sun-pastelled facades fading fast with the last fading free light of free trades broken by the merciless-indifferent cruel-oppressive happy-ignorant fortunate-mad undignified-arrogant no-science-in-conscience-closed-circle straightjacketing melancholy of births deaths marriages all equally quietened by desensitised masses taking classes in futile binary confrontations with drones and surveillance whilst the silent forgotten majority plead for emotional death beyond emergent churches jostling for urgent face-times as children sad as cut flowers are reduced to mass-produced mechanised expressions trained to order endless order expressing anaesthetised tongues of barbaric alienation in incalculable sadness anonymising whose indifference to the political-non-political soi-disant social contract of neutralised anguish as complete as aloneness and subservience to incommunicable fears and institutionalised freedoms of a politics that reads like a sentence: from Left to Right in just a few words: looking forward to looking back again
Fuzz on legs, bikini lines, eyebrows thicken, breasts
find benign slopes in braless idleness. Gels on toes
wander from cuticles in reversed half-moons
lurid in neon pink. They do not pass Go,
and hands are tough as hoofs from sanitiser
or wrung, like grief, in water, to the Happy Birthday tune.
Even so I iron the red halter and the black frilled frock
suspend them from hangers, let them breathe while I admire
the person who was that person who wore that dress
and the red lipstick and the plucked brows and the toenails scarlet
Covid -19 ..was it a gimmick?
Spreading from one country to another was soon graded a pandemic.
Starting from a laboratory in Wuhan it became virulent in all countries,
A big scare for every soul ..was initially found in people with travel history.
Covering face with masks and sanitizing the hands,
Became a norm for everyone but were hoping that it ends.
Travel became a restriction ,no matter what was planned,
It was too soon to anticipate the disaster it would shend.
Quarantine and Isolation started as it spread from one individual to another,
People now had become cautious as they felt it would smother.
SOCIAL DISTANCING started and life came to a still ,
Movie halls restaurants or malls- no one could fill,
Finally, came the lockdown ,as the virus had begun to spill.
Panic overwhelmed the masses as they became jobless,
How would they feed their families! They were just clueless.
Doctors nurses and so many warriors are still working hard for us
Risking their lives as they want us to live without a fuss.
The Corona scare is still on and spreading,
Stay home and be safe ,the world is begging.
Now that Malls, Restaurants, Religious places & hotels are open, yet control your lust,
For, the virus Corona is still active & still is far away from our trust.
lockdown has taught me to appreciate everything big and small
oh but just think of all the family time
cracking up jokes and laughing all the same
karaokeing through the night
dreaming of going back to school and seeing friends
outside clapping for the NHS and all the key workers
walking through the countryside with family
never stopping and going the extra mile to help other people
It is the wallpaper in our rooms,
Curtains our mornings and our evenings,
Embeds itself into the woodwork,
Tucks into every frightened corner
and steals the cushions of our dreams.
We must always live with faith and hope
And keep washing our hands for twenty seconds with soap
Take care of yourself, your spirit, body and mind
And in the midst of it all, remember to be kind.
But for now the City lives and breathes,
through emerging flowers and happy trees.
Despite the horrid time we are all seeing,
The wildlife and flora are growing and healing.
Could this virus have a thin silver lining?
As the environment is veritably shining.
Love London? love life?
Maybe there is an end to our strife,
and we will appreciate once again, relaxing and living,
not rushing,
but giving our time to see our planet bloom and helping our wildlife and heritage zoom,
The reward is there,
for us all to share.
So keep calm and follow the rules and we will emerge with better tools,
to enjoy our world as it is so very small and fragile and needs a break,
A holiday from the human plague, we have Corona virus,
But the world has us.
Instruments, Writing and any other hobbies
Lets not waste all this time acting like Zombies
We should see it as a opportunity to do new things
Who knows what new talents this time brings
I am living a care home
I am not allowed out but to the back yard
What do I see there but I a garden gnome
Proving that even when it looks as if times are hard
Bright figures can smile, to brighten up gloom
In these difficult times I know
I can be cheered up in the midst of doom
And one day, to my place I will go.
Shops beyond yonder, with no end
All appear to be closed down
Listening to news, day by day
Sad news just to make me frown
In the midst of these times of grief
I take a walk to the park
For a little light relief
Are there some people coming my way?
Away from them I had better stay
Social distancing is how to act
To prevent a massive viral impact
Gardening in Lockdown brings families together,
The bond is beautiful, to last forever.
Parents and children all get stuck in,
The loving bond through thick and thin.
Gardening in Lockdown brings families together.
Get in the garden and make some hay,
Especially with all the trouble in the world today.
Bring happiness to friends and family,
Gardening in Lockdown for all to see!
Get in the garden and make some hay.
Gardening in Lockdown is heavenly bliss,
The flowers and trees give a loving kiss
Gardening provides celestial serenity,
To share with everyone in complete entirity.
Gardening in Lockdown is heavenly bliss.
This time
I am on the outside of nature
Looking out at the inside of the open wilderness,
Watching nature sigh a breath and spread its wings.
Doing what it should, with freedom at its own peace.
Nature will remember
This time
When the pecking order has been shuffled
And correctly re-aligned.
Waiting on the inside for
A time
When I am ready to re-emerge, with
Nature looking out at me from its open wilderness.
Am I like a specimen peering from behind glass?
Sometimes
It surrounds on a curious breeze or on the forceful
Wings of a weighty moth, dancing around my light,
And is allowed to return inside to the whisper of the landscape
Seeing more than me, as I am
Looking at my reflection, waiting to be invited inside.
Valuing time.
Have we used up our luck,
Had our last chance with the cards we were dealt, blown it for this
Lifetime?
It is wild inside, in there. In the open wilderness.
Nature is a survivor and we might be forgiven
To venture back inside one
Last time.