Dr. Ai FenPoetry on Dr. Ai Fen and the CCP Virus (Coronavirus) The Society April 2, 2020 Coronavirus, Deconstructing Communism, Human Rights in China, Humor, Poetry 13 Comments The Last Words from Her Phone The CCP (Chinese Communist Party) has done everything within their power to expunge Dr. Ai Fen’s interview off the Internet, and now she herself is gone, the last message on her phone in Chinese: “a river, a bridge, a clock chime.” Also disappeared are Fang Bin, Chen Qiushi, and Li Zehua, three citizen journalists who reported on the coronavirus in Wuhan and dangerously posted videos of overwhelmed hospitals and corpses piled in a minibus. Where are they now? by Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei A river—flows beneath gray sky, gray empty, vast and wide, A bridge—of steel crosses it; it goes from side to side. A clock chime—rises over it; its faint sound barely heard. That is the message from Wuhan; there is no other word. Aye, when will it be over—this great plague that ‘s crossed the Globe? Aye, when will Earth be healed from—all these agonies untold? Aye, when will Life again be focused on the good and true? Aye, when will Time release Us from such misery and rue? We hear the message—quiet, clear—its purport loud and here. It penetrates, aye, fen and street and vast, gray atmosphere. Haiku by “Lice Brews” Ueda Drinking tea alone, scrolling for news on the phone: coronavirus. (Twi-)Lights Out 03/13/20 by Raymond Gallucci Apocalypse has come, Coronavirus won. __We dare not venture far from home, __Or overseas to Bonn or Rome. And even though we stay, We’re likely not okay. __For anyone we care to meet, __We dare not with a handshake greet. When everyone’s contagious And normalcy’s outrageous, __The Twilight Zone’s most dire fictions __Now seem accurate predictions. Appears we all are doomed, Brunhilda Fat has boomed. __So just before that final cough, __If you’re the last, turn Earth’s lights off. Sleep-Depraved 03/30/20 by Raymond Gallucci Weeks of endless isolation, Locking down humanity. We’re Coronavirus Nation Threatening our sanity. Wearing masks like masqueraders, Washing hands compulsively. Danse Macabre as knight crusaders— Virus fought repulsively. Month of April has been cancelled, With the prospects bleak for May. Life itself is at a standstill Till comes Summer Solstice Day? Home has now become a prison, Just parole for groceries. Horsemen specters have arisen. Wake me when it’s over, please. Limerick by Joe Tessitore There once was a plague from the East Born of an unsavory feast Of snakes and of bats And of dogs and of cats ??? Pandemic Prediction by Lucy Cortese Decreed throughout the world in every city suburb and rural town Do not travel! Shelter in place! and always hunker down! In nine months come December arrives a novel Christmas story Miraculous multitude of newborns named “Covida” and “Coray.” NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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Salemi April 2, 2020 Ever since Communism was overthrown in the Soviet Union and the Russians returned to sanity, Mainstream Media in the West has focused on Red China as the last surviving hope of left-liberalism. They would have preferred to worship Cuba or Venezuela, but those two places are now so obviously in the sewer that promoting them would have been blatantly laughable. Reply Joe Tessitore April 2, 2020 Or was the co-virus released? Reply Mike Bryant April 2, 2020 You win! That is remarkable. Reply C.B. Anderson April 2, 2020 OK, Joe, here’s my ending: And the bones of the lately deceased. Or this: And some sweat from the palms that were greased. Or even this: And the gall of a bishop or priest. Reply Joe Tessitore April 2, 2020 Gruesome and good, C.B., each one of them. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 2, 2020 With a nod to Lewis Carroll for this one: And a frumious Bandersnatch beast. And now the whole globe has been fleeced. Now the world’s population’s decreased. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant April 2, 2020 “The Last Words from Her Phone” is haunting, chilling, and heart-rending. It makes one think of the pure evil lurking behind the increasingly flimsy façade of the CCP. The last message on Dr. Ai Fen’s phone (“a river, a bridge, a clock chime) sounds very much like the beginnings of a poem noting a journey. The message reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s, “Because I could not stop for Death”. A truly moving piece. Reply Lu "Reed ABCs" Wei April 3, 2020 Ms. Bryant is absolutely right, and perspicacious: Ai Fen’s words are “haunting, chilling and heart-rending”, given the context of her disappearance. Were they her last message? Was she cut off, and that was all she could write? Were those words put on her phone or left on her phone by the authorities? When I read a news-story on her disappearance and saw the words, they did very much seem poetic, “very much like the beginnings of a poem”. I like Ms. Bryant’s idea of them being, like “noting a journey”, reminiscent of Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop For Death”, one of the classics of 19th century American literature. Though I do not possess Dickinson’s remarkable poetic vision, in striving for a different vision, her poetic works are often in my rear-view mirror. Reply Bo Darville April 3, 2020 Everybody was kung-flu fighting The loss of rights were fast as lightning In fact it was a little bit frightening But they never let a crisis go to waste There were funky bat meats from Chinatown They were chopping them up and chopping them down It’s an ancient Chinese fart and everybody knew their part From a billyclub to a nightstick kicking from the hip. Everybody was kung-flu fighting Those martial laws were fast as lightning In fact it was a little bit frightening, hell, yeah, But they pounced with expert timing There was funky Bill Wilhelm and Gavy Newsom He said: Here comes the big boss, let’s get some free money. We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the broadband The sudden motion made me flip and now we’re into a brand new trip Everybody was kung-flu fighting Those hospitals filled up quick as lightning In fact it was a little bit frightening But they did pounce with expert timing Make sure you have expert timing Kung-flu fighting, have to be fast as lightning Reply C.B. Anderson April 3, 2020 Bo, don’t give up your day job. Reply "Lice Brews" Ueda April 6, 2020 It is amazing how easily the work of Issa can be used at this moment in time. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. 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