Quarantined in dorm like lice and mice
I live on rationed salt and rice
The twenty books have been read twice
I wonder how I get over the pandemic vice
Despite COVID-19 news in the websites
I zoom and browse for something nice
Places can be travelled virtually, at fireside
Then suddenly I come across “my poetic side”
As if An Elysium lost and found in sight
Poetry and poets,old and new,are side by side
Life is so refreshed, so rich and bright
Now I know I can get along/through all right
A habitat without bamboo groves is of no worth
With Nniad, the world won’t be a barren earth
The spiritual can not live in the lodge of lice
Without poetry,life might as well be church mice
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Author:
arobot (
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ANGELA HERE - Thanks AROBOT for Poem No. 2. I think you speak for 7.8 Billiion People (through your Poem) we are ALL sick & tired of COVID 19 & especially the LOCKDOWN its like an SF Film Im OK because I get to go to work (as a PHYSIO) but my Husband Brian is Housebound and has morphed into a House Husband - Hes a good Cook.
ELYSIUM is defined as *A Place or State of Perfect Happiness !* I am so so pleased that You consider MPS as ELYSIUM ! It is a great site and I hope you get some more comments on your interesting Poems !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛💛💛
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