Covid 19 OCD

 

flatten the coronavirus curve

do not touch your face

practice safe social distancing

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DO not touch your face

wash hands for twenty seconds

do NOT touch your face

wipe down all smooth surfaces

do not TOUCH your face

wear sterile gloves, N95 mask

do not touch YOUR face

what if eyeballs and teeth itch?

do not touch your FACE!

 

 

 

in grandma’s eyes

 

Dear Babyface,
birthed by God’s grace;
let me hold you, kiss you, squeeze you,
while you’re sleeping, let me tease you:
misshapen head and wrinkly skin,
you sport a double…no, triple chin!
your pudgy nose is slightly pimpled,
your chubby cheeks are sweetly dimpled.
I admire all I see ‘cuz, Babyface,
you look like me!

 


I submitted this poem to Lyrical Iowa last year. It received 3rd Place in the “humorous verse” category and was published in their 2018 collection. Linking to dVerse Poets where Lillian hosts Open Link Night with “Ah, sweet youth” theme.

ch-ch-cha-ching!

 

we pull on a mask

or put on the face

true identity, you ask?

hidden without trace

 

surgery can reduce

or augment one’s chest

we wax, tan, and mousse

to look (expensive) best

 

switch your gender

buy youth extender

monied culture of pretender

ch-ch-ch-changelings!

 


Join De at dVerse…for a change

light of the world

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gotta love that face!

 

hound dog’s brown eyes sad

as homeward bound campers pack

wags his tail goodbye

 

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photo by lynn

 

sentence of the americas

 

Stone-faced Mayan warrior greets

descendants in San Antonio.

 

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photo & american sentence by lynn

 

Linking to Word Press Photo Challenge: “Face”

pure iowa gold

 
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what could be sweeter
ripe golden ears of corn or
child’s buttery face?

walking through ditch grass
sun smiles on up-turned faces
dandelion gold!

cup of soothing tea
facing toward open curtains
golden warmth of sun.

what is truth?

 

even

when Pilate was

looking truth in the face,

he questioned and crucified him

…like us

 

 

lil’ lovin’ limerick (1)

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I have a dear grandson named Lincoln

whose cuteness can sometimes be stinkin’

I caught his sweet face

his blue eyes?  not a trace

Saying “cheese” is too cheesy, I’m thinkin’

inscrutable

(a tearful triolet)

 

dark are the days God hides his face

when sinners cry for rescue

long are the nights we pray for grace

dark are the days God hides his face

we hope to reach a better place

doubt is dark side of faith – it’s true

dark are the days God hides his face

when sinners cry for rescue.

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Wrote this describing the “dark night of the soul”  when one wrestles with God. (Later decided to link up with d’versepoets for Mary’s theme of “invisibility”)