(The Epoch Times)Poetry on the CCP Virus (Covid-19), Including Peter Austin Sonnets The Society May 4, 2020 Coronavirus, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Human Rights in China, Poetry 5 Comments Dear Governor, by C.B. Anderson Reopen every workplace, pretty please; Your “cure” has proven worse than the disease. Your lockdown’s brought the people to their knees, And now they live in fear of every sneeze. A Batflu Haiku by Joe Tessitore The Batflu is not about germs, but of sheeple that turned into worms. Anywhere, Fast Based on events that took place in Anhui Province, in eastern China, during the Covid-19 pandemic. Deep-fried dough sticks are a common breakfast item in China. by Peter Austin Trapped, by the Covid lockdown, in their flat, Xiaozhi and her spouse quarreled more and more, This time because she’d failed to hush the ‘brat’ (Year-old daughter Jingfei, whose gums were sore From teething), and the dough sticks had grown cold. Snatching up the high-chair, he brought it down On back and legs, until she fell and rolled Over the child to save its still-soft crown. The law took pics (one shows the smashed-up chair, One a hematoma on Xiaozhi’s calf), Then did squat. She told a lawyer, ‘Prepare Divorce-papers’. Her husband had to laugh: Courts were closed, and realtors: her chance was dim Of escaping anywhere, fast, from him! Arlene Arlene Reid, an Ontario health worker, was fifty-one years old when she passed away. by Peter Austin Arlene, just back from a too-short vacation And two weeks’ quarantine (at home, alone) Arrived at work to hear her new rotation, Gathering that she wouldn’t just be thrown Back into the fray but, upon her roster, Was one with Covid…. Mildly she demurred, Saying the lack of PPE could cost her Her life, and her with … ‘Not another word, Or you’ll be sacked for insubordination!’… A daughter battling cancer, she’d have said, With wrecked immunity, till agitation Rendered her mute. Bowing her head, instead, She went to work (what else could she have tried?) Came down with the disease and duly died. Shit-Scared Kentucky has become one of several hot-spots in the USA for this particular kind of scam. by Peter Austin Crystal, who lives in Louisville, Kentucky, Woke in a sweat, sat up, began to wheeze, Filled up her handkerchief with something mucky, Tried to catch her breath: Don’t be Covid, please! Into her coat and car, to hospital! What, for an hours-long wait? No: better still A pop-up testing site in her locale (The Walmart car park)…. All was fine until She heard on the news that it was a grift. For what? a filthy probe stuck up her nose, Out of three-hundred dollars she’d been stiffed, And her Health Card number? God what a doze…! Sitting in the hospital waiting room, She’s shit-scared it’ll turn into her tomb…. Peter Austin is a retired Professor of English who lives in Toronto with his younger two daughters. 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Salemi May 4, 2020 Kip, on your poem “Dear Governor” — Is that to the leftist bitch in Michigan, or the one in Maine? Reply C.B. Anderson May 4, 2020 Take your pick, Joseph. Your state has a governor too. So does mine Reply Joe Tessitore May 4, 2020 Patriots then .., and now? “Live free or die” was their battle cry. “Be safe” we say, from six feet away. Can you not hear the silence of fear? Can you not smell the essence of hell? Do you not see, or is it just me? Do you not feel? The danger is real. Shelter in place and don’t touch your face. Reply Peter Austin May 4, 2020 Here, here! But do they hear? Reply The Society May 5, 2020 A coronavirus limerick contest worth noting: https://onthepremises.submittable.com/submit/165115/otp-mini-contest-45-limerick-for-2020 To quote: Premise: Life isn’t much fun right now, anywhere in the world. The pandemic has touched everybody to some degree. Wrap up how you feel about life today–the good, the bad, the ugly, the inspiring, the awful, the funny, the not funny–and because this is a contest challenge, send it to us in the form of a limerick. The limerick doesn’t have to be funny, but it does have to evoke thoughts and feelings in us like everything else we ask of you. For those of you who want to take political themes, please remember our audience is literally world-wide, though it definitely leans Western. Still, jokes requiring a deep understanding of the Hong Kong anti-China protests or some of the subtler points of Brexit might not translate for all of our thousands of readers, so aim for a broad audience. May 23rd deadline. 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. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.