Corona virus
How are you today?
You must be pleased
So strong you’ve grown!
 
They say your shape
Is of a crown.
Are you a king,
Or royalty
Just an ambition?
 
On women’s day
Meetings melt.
You’ve tamed the throngs.
Whoever in numbers meets
Kisses your feet.
 
Forgotten Syria,
Its horrid war
And refugees.
 
Anxiety
Has made its nest.
The other eggs
You have displaced.
Devilish cuckoo
Helpless we’ll help
To hatch your eggs.
 
You feed the shadows
Of our lives.
 
The flu we know
We shrug our shoulders,
We clean our nose.
To you however
we make allegiance.
How many rituals
We submit to
Just to avoid
Your sickening presence.
 
No such gestures
To wave away
Our deadly cancers.
Because of them
No way we’ll change
Our ways of life!
 
Instead we, puppets,
We wag our ends
Without end
To shun the end.
 
Self-centered we stay.
People may die
Of hunger over there.
The heck we care.
 
This is all about us
Our egos themselves
Our general body!
The essence of the clan
We want to keep
Preserved unharmed
From foreign touch.
 
Is it our fate
to isolate?
Will we still kiss
If this goes on?
 
Coronavirus,
What a hit!
How strong you’ve grown!
You fill our lives
You fill the news
Oh holy shit!

Your speca were trodden on
Your coffee delayed
Your usual worry to please
Emerged and couldn't be calmed.
The day is gone.
The sunny weather didn't help.

Some peace
Some relief here.

Up and down,
.ittle worried sensitive soul,
You were bumped,
Shaken and hurled.

Oh sweet,
transient sigh
in a corner
of a pub
after a fresh
draught beer.

I’ve just come across to my photo and video memories of March 2019. The series « Derek » showed Rick Gervais’s talent as an actor
to the full. The tone is sometimes cynical, especially towards some people’s self-centredness expressed in the extract below. Series on Netflix: https://www.netflix.com/title/70258489?s=i&trkid=13747225

I’ve also checked on his show called « Humanity ». Very witty and what fun to improve my English, for example with the expression « scot-free »! https://www.netflix.com/title/80189653?s=i&trkid=13747225

My grandfather died up there in a tragic accident. He left a wife and six children. His name is nowhere to see there.

To be heatd here: https://84b7.app.link/74GwxLSgNV

From http://etymonline.com

Is life like a cup of coffee?
 
When you start tasting it
It’s a surprise.
You take it for granted.
Nothing special about it.
Except it is
Acute, concrete,
Lively, strong,
Vivid.
 
When you reach
The end of your cup,
It’s got lukewarm.
You feel more sugar,
Which hasn’t dissolved,
Waiting there at the bottom,
Waiting for you, as it were.
And you just realise
Oh!
My cup of coffee
Is reaching an end soon.
 
You come to terms
With that.
It’s not going to get cold
Till you reach the bottom.
So, in a way,
You don’t worry too much.
 
But there it is,
The end of your cup.
Still good.
Strange
You’re there.
You’ve reached this point,
This moment.
 
And then,
Who knows,
Another day,
Elsewhere,
You’ll take another cup…

I have a weebly account for teachers which is very handy. There is also a weebly app which allows you to blog on the go, so why should this not be as interesting as a wordpress nlog?

This under a larch and in front of that beautiful view that I am blogging today this first dzakyem.ch post!

I’ve created that short song. No voice accompaniment. Very intuitive creation. Of course a musician would expand on that, so that it doesn’t sound so trheadbare and melancholy!..

Paul O‘Mahony‘s post with the full poem is here: https://paulhomahony.com/2018/07/25/song-lyrics/