Travel (an acrostic poem)

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The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed

Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place

And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment

Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour

Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated

Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time

Dizzy (an acrostic poem)

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Dazed and confused

I sit here in front of my screen

Zoom to teach my classes

Zoom to meet with colleagues

Yet at times it seems pretty slow

The Digital Downfall (a 200 word story)

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We didn’t even know we were being conquered. 

How about that for humanity’s divine right?

First shoe to drop was when Amazon just went dark.  Like not even a 404-error dark.  A spinning wheel of painful waiting torture was the only eulogy for what was king the day before. 

Facebook and Twitter were soon only posting stories about end of the world scenarios.  Left wing, right wing, any crackpot scenario of the end of the world was jamming everyone’s feeds.  Reddit was the same, no matter the voting of the members.  Hell, 4chan was even doing it.  Like what the hell, 4chan?

The aliens took over so smoothly that by the time we realized what was happening the only thing we could do was to surrender.  Any attempt at pulling the plug and they would go all Terminator on us.  We expected the AIs we would be fighting would be the ones we created, but we were naive.  The alien AIs controlled every digital system on the planet.  The best part was we were all home waiting for COVID-19 to be cured, but the virus that killed off the autonomy of the human race was digital.  No mask for that.

Together (an acrostic poem)

 

There is so much you can’t do by yourself

Others are needed to make it happen

Getting your tribe on board might not be easy

Everyone might have different opinions or a different way to do it

That’s when you need to realize we are all in this

Here is where we need to work extra hard listening and not attacking

Enabling the collective to try and fail as we look towards success

Realizing this is why in these tough times we need to stick…

 

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Chalk (an acrostic poem)

 

Calcium carbonate dyed bright colors

Has been applied to sidewalks and parking lots

A message of thankfulness and hope

Left for those on the front lines of this epidemic

Keeping a smile on their masked faces

 

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Crowded (an acrostic poem)

 

Covid19 kept everyone away for so long

Randy got used to being on his own

Only now those restrictions were ending

Which meant everyone was doing their most to get out

Disturbing him with their proximity

Eventually, he had to reisolate himself

Determined to keep the spirit of Covid19 alive

 

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