Farewell Poem
We are all living through a lot . .
Let It Shine
It’s not the first plague or epidemic to come along. .
Pleasure by the Bowl
For times when I feel lonely, or a bit forlorn . .
Meeting in Secret
Live voices were heard last night, this is what I saw. .
Sinful Shopping
I ventured out in a mask this morning to score some supplies. .
Blood Drive Story
People still need blood, especially when fewer are giving. .
Bluesday
Seeing this unfold in slow motion brings real pain. . .
Mooshy-Gooshy Birthday Poem
This is going to be mooshy-gooshy and all dripping with sap . .
The Toll
This Great Reset is extracting a terrible toll. .
Litter
I took a plastic bag on my walk today . .
Buckets of Bolts
The Great Depression put many in a tough spot . .
Chester the Penguin
Chester dropped into our home one Christmas Eve . .
Day Off
The poem today has been cancelled, I need a break . .
My Mask Story
Masks protect and are keeping with the latest fashions . .
Deer Camp
In a stand one can sit, and through the woods one can tramp . .
Just a Note
If you ever have a dumb thought, please write it down . .
Easter Poem
There was a man born from an immaculate womb . .
Audit the Fed
It’s time for Americans to call a constitutional convention . .
A Friday, Good
For inspiration on a day dull and gray . .
Protecting Oneself
In times like this, with a shortage of personal protective gear . .
Order Online and Pick it Up
I try to give credit where credit is due . .
The Great Reset
What the future holds is unknown, we can’t tell yet . .
Gratitude
A front line medical worker and her family live across the street. .
Wordy Poem
In any trade, it’s necessary to have the correct tools. .
The Bare Essentials
In the US, buying cars is essential. . .
The Business End of a Poet
This poem-a-day business is a low budget operation. .
It was a Gas
I worked many honest jobs before becoming a poet . .
A Cold One
If I don’t shave on occasion, an itchy beard will grow,
so I shaved this morning, even though I’ve no place to go.
A Very Sad Day
Today, Dear Reader, I’m in a bit of a funk . .
Ziggy the Zebra
I’m running low on poems, Dear Reader, this much is true. .
Reflections, Day 7
So, this poem-a-day thing has been going on for a week. .
Empty Shelves
Last time I got groceries, some shelves were quite bare. .
Graveyard Shift
I clicked off the TV to stop the constant dread,
The Emperor Has No Clothes
Content warning: Just so everybody knows. .
Garbage Poem
A poem a day? What was I thinking . .
What to do?
This scourge will pass, and while we know not when,
I’m cozy enough now in my three-bedroom pen. . .
The Challenge
Pandemic Poetry from the Poem-a-Day series
originally posted on Facebook during the early
days of quarantine.