Saturday, July 11, 2020

Square One

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Square One

For a brief moment it seemed
We had it under control
We hunkered down
Sheltered in place
Recognized the threat
Protected our space

In a nightmare of misery
New York showed us the way
As our fellow citizens suffered
It was impossible to ignore
The harsh reality of pandemic
The bitter taste of death
Played out on our TV screens

Until our president stepped forward
To fight for the other side
(a side we did not know there was)
To challenge his supporters to defy
All means and measures of slowing
The viral cloud of destruction

Masks slowed the virus
Don’t wear a mask
A constitutional right
Distancing slowed the virus
To hell with distance
Open the bars and churches
Keep the meat plants running!

Everything that could be done
Was not done with relish
Even when the virus spread
Even when it spun out of control

Now we’re back to square one
And the president falls silent
Let’s move on now
And pretend it’s all a dream
We’ll snap our fingers
And make it go away
But it won’t go away
It will spread its deadly breath
Until a vaccine is ready
And another person sits
In the oval office


Friday, July 10, 2020

The Homeless Explosion

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Homeless Explosion

The moratorium is over
The payments coming due
And lives once lived in shelter
Will soon be tossed askew

A global pandemic
An exposition of police violence
A demand for racial justice
Mass protests on the streets
And now a homeless explosion

What heartless landlords
Could toss tenants to the streets
In times such as these?

What heartless mindless government
Could allow such a thing?

The same landlords who jacked up rent
During the great recession

The same government that fought
Harder against masks
Than it did against the virus

The same government that swore
It would all vanish in the spring
Like a bad dream

The homeless explosion is coming
And the virus is still here
Waiting for the huddled masses
To breathe the toxic air

Thursday, July 09, 2020

A Blessing

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  CORONAVIRUS SERIES



A Blessing

Every minute of every day
Every intake of breath
Every morning we wake
Is a blessing

Every peek at a whispering wind
Every song of the woman in lace
Every dance of the muses
Every moment of grace
A blessing

Every scent of a lover’s perfume
Every taste of her kiss
Every touch of her contours
Every remembrance of bliss
Every flight of the spirits
Every feeling we missed
A blessing

If there is a glimmer of light
In this ocean of darkness
It is this:

To understand the deepest truth
That life itself is a blessing
And every measure of life
In its depth and width
Should be treasured
More than all the precious
Stones and metals
In creation

Even now as we face the precipice
Even now as we face an end
Even now as we seek a reckoning
Even now more than ever
We are grateful for all
The blessings we
Have received

Life is good
Life is wondrous true
Life is teeming with joy
Life is beauty and creativity
Life is a blessing without end


Wednesday, July 08, 2020

Pandemic Loneliness

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Pandemic Loneliness

We have all been lonely
It is among the experiences
That bind us as human beings
We are alone
In many ways we have always been
And always will be

Pick up a phone and call a friend
Our loneliness binds us to the end

We have found a realm of solitude
A loneliness for the ages
A pandemic of desperate hours
An illness grown in stages

Pity those who are alone
Within the loneliness of all
We will survive the virus
If we do not heed the call

We want to share this deathly sorrow
We want the madness to end
But it will not end tomorrow
It is a wound that slowly mends

Have patience my dear friends
Have faith that it must fall
And we will join together
Come one and come all

Tuesday, July 07, 2020

Typhoid Mary of Nations

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Typhoid Mary of Nations

 

Americans can no longer stand

On European ground

Where once we were greeted as heroes

No welcome can be found

 

Europe took the virus on

The challenge of our times

We stumbled and we bumbled

And pretended we were fine

 

Now the virus spreads its deadly breath

All across this wondrous land

People sick and people dying

Because we failed to make a stand

 

Not even Mexico will welcome us

If we continue this fall from grace

We are the Typhoid Mary of nations

Whose challenge we’ve failed to face


Monday, July 06, 2020

Banning COVID-19

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Banning COVID-19

They banned the virus in Nashville
Wherever music is played
A virus cannot exist in the city
Where the stars of country are made

They passed a law in Austin
Demanding cease and desist
In a place where artists thrive
No deadly virus can exist

They declared an end in Tallahassee
By virtue of decree
The corona will not persist
Past the date June 23

We mourn our foolish friends
For not believing what all could see
The virus cannot be banned
Or somehow waved into the sea

We know good people everywhere
Do not deserve what comes their way
Because their leaders discarded science
And let the silent killer stay

Sunday, July 05, 2020

What Color Am I?

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GEORGE FLOYD SERIES



357.  What Color am I?

I’ve been told I was a slacker
Who didn’t care about my country
Who disrespected old glory
With no regard for the men in blue
I’ve been asked to go away
And I just sigh
What color am I?

I believe that black lives matter
I believe we are entitled to justice and equality
I believe in welcoming newcomers
Who work hard and earn their way
I believe the dreamers have a right to stay
I believe in a right to happiness
A right to die or not to die
What color am I? 

I’ve heard it said I’m lazy
And I’ve never earned the right
To speak my mind
I’ve been told I’m crazy
That I ought to be ashamed
That everything I think is wrong
That my entire life
Ain’t nothin’ but a lie
What color am I?

I am a human being
Entitled to every right of humankind
The right to live my life according
To the dictates of my mind
The right to speak when I see wrong
The right to make it right
The right to call a lie
What color am I? 

The color of rise
The color of fall
The color of everything
And nothing at all