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Quarantine 6

Published by Ondrej on May 19, 2020

With such glowing eyes
and well-brushed eyebrows
your hellos and goodbyes
all muffled, sounding like frowns.

Only, these frowns
and those grins
can’t be seen
after March 13.

All we’ve got
are tickled cheeks
and glances we sought
for the first time in weeks.

Are you sad? I can’t tell
whether you’re under a spell
the only way is to see
a tear come from an eye of thee.

Now that we’re all wearing masks
tied around our faces
we can go to public places
though taking a swig from our flasks
can prove to be a difficult task.

Wim’s waiting

Published by Ondrej on April 11, 2020

What’s wrong with wanting
when we’re wackily wailing
while waiting with Wim’s whim.

Wonderfully windy winters
whenever we wish
when we want!

Wonky wands with worn words
without Wim’s whim.
Wonderland was wryly wrong
wavering, whisking,
wondering whether Wim’s whim
wherefore, was worth waiting?

Why won’t we whisht
when winds whisk
wrongly waiting Wim?

Wardrobe

Published by Ondrej on April 8, 2020

Folded in stacks,
hanging on wires
rolled up socks
into shapes like tires.

Stiff and lonely
yet fully coloured
bright pastels
left abandoned,
deep blacks
like drawing pencils
or a blunt axe.

But despair no more!
For life is breathed in
to these clothes once more;
when they’re worn
they’re no longer forlorn.
Their colours radiate
as if newly born
their beauty’s innate.

Entirely different, if they were
simply left hanging on those hooks
waiting for monsieur.

Dimples

Published by Ondrej on April 4, 2020

They say my poems are simple
I beg to differ.
It’s as if you had a dimple
as part of your attire.

A dimple is a key part
of one’s face
to look, where to start
on this bodily place?

It is shown by a smile
which hides before you look
an instant shorter, while
you have time to close your book

A quick, furtive glance
Shows he’s in a trance
Thinking about his simple poems
Leaving no place for his dimply chums.

Sockless printer

Published by Ondrej on March 31, 2020

A printer, a banal thing
all it does is prints, maybe scans
why is it so fascinating
when all the ink comes in cans?

The paper, it eats it
without a care for the world
and then it jams a bit
the reason, a bit of mould.

We should go back to the days of monks
they did a much better job
without wearing any socks.

Uncle Claude

Published by Ondrej on March 26, 2020

Romeo and Juliet never met,
Shakespeare was a lie.
My cat is not a pet,
stop making that sigh!

Their relationship, a fraud
Like everything nowadays.
An example, Uncle Claude,
all he does is go on holidays.
His accounts, nothing to applaud:
setting stacks of cash ablaze.

But this fiery stack
doesn’t help Claude unpack.
Since he’s stuck on a ship,
he left the captain no tip.

His behaviour is appalling,
he should just be left there;
but then he wouldn’t stop telling
people about Shakespeare’s made-up pair.

Quarantine

Published by Ondrej on March 23, 2020

My beard has grown long,
many protein-made appendages;
it was quite a bodily throng.

We can listen to Dire Straits
and scribble on tree derivatives.
We have not yet met our fates
and we shouldn’t see our relatives.

This is a time for family unity
except, from a distance
and perhaps worshipping a deity.
It provides much-needed resonance
in a house, now a community.

Meet your friends, can you not;
only through a digital medium
can you see their untidy cot
while they’re playing games marked “freemium”.

Who knows how long this will last;
at least I’ve got time to fantasise
about all the ladies I’ve made aghast.

I-shaving-cream

Published by Ondrej on March 15, 2020

Eating shaving foam is my dream;
It makes me want to scream.
Some people think I’m mad,
I think it’s the new fad;
It tastes like whipped cream!

“The King”

Published by Ondrej on March 14, 2020

What is the point of a king?
All they wear is a head-ring.
Everybody listens to what they say
And then the people have to pay
And spend their time worshipping.