Tag: Poetry

The Reason . . .

~~ by tkbrown ~~

The tree is up, tinsel is strung;
ornaments are still to be hung.
Music of ‘carols’ fills the air,
eggnog is poured for all to share.

Mistletoe pinned above the door
waits to prompt a kiss for the fair
maiden awaiting her genteel knight
to gently whisk her out of sight.

Nutcracker stands guard in the night,
sentinel o’er all we hold tight —
gifts, goodies, special people too —
keeping them all just out of view.

Techie gizmos, trinkets — a few,
games and gadgets bidding adieu
to yester-year, all once held dear —
sentiment lost midst sparkling cheer.

Glitter and glitz are everywhere
exuding, extolling to share
excitement and spirit amidst
festive colors ample assist.

Nowhere is seen the sentiment
thought to be a strong permanent
expression of this Holy season,
and no one cares to give reason.

Commercial wiles have overtaken
the public reason for this season;
thus, with sadness some shall lament
celebration of each red cent.

Have We Forgotten the Reason?

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Enjoy 'This Christmas' Now

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by tkbrown

With ‘Christmases Past’
all wrapped up at last,
let us rejoice in this day
and remember to pray!

‘This Christmas’ is now;
so, why all the row
about all that was wrong
with ‘last Christmas’s song?’

The loved ones you know
love for you to show
the love in your heart;
so, give it a start!

Call someone today
just to say “Hey!”
Let them share in your ‘cheer’
throughout the New Year!

We all know ’twas sad,
those gifts that were bad,
but the past is all gone now,
bring glad tidings in tow.

What was done is all done;
I want to hear of it none!
So, when I open my door,
please, don’t be a boar!

Let’s enjoy the time we have
and ne’er need apply the salve;
create Happy Memories that will tear
when we recall again next year!

The ‘time’ that we now share
should be our only care;
’cause it is all we know,
and it may ‘ever be’ so!

Don’t waste the time we have,
or taint the current rave.
Just share your heart with me,
we’ll place New Memory on the tree!

Merry Christmas!!!!

    A Winter Sonnet Not

    ~~ by tkbrown

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    As winter closes in, nights turn from cool
    to cold; wind chimes echo season’s sweet carol.
    Cyclone snowstorms circle a northern realm
    dumping snow and ice — Old Man Winter’s helm.
    A deep, silent blanket quiets all and frees
    a wonderland of miniature trees
    mingled with houses dwarfed by such depths
    of icy precipitation and street troughs
    now cleared deep ‘mongst the puffy white blanket
    mounds draped across the frigid landscape net.
    Living in winter’s wonderland of snow
    hinders all daily movement to and fro;
    no designs from Jack Frost on the window
    for it only reveals cold, bleak, white snow
    blanketing all, piled high to that tree bough —
    Winter’s Wonderland reels all motion — Slow!

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    Photo Above: Snow and Ice Covered Walls by Amanda Vick @ Unsplash.com.

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    Calendar Quindecims December

    ~~ by tkbrown

    Photo by: pixabay.com. 
    Thanksgiving is done, now we have to run
to keep our waistline from expanding.
Wow, it's Christmas once again;
we're scratching our heads and wondering
just how a year has passed so soon,
and what gifts to give we are pondering.
Deals we grabbed Black Friday morn
will have some hearts engaging
in treasured interchange so thankful.
We search in stores and online too
for trinkets, toys and flashy bangle --
talking, thinking, tracking - the month through.
December is hustle and bustle time;
Christmas carols make the air chime
with all sorts of special sentiment rhyme.

    Thanksgiving . . .

    ~~ by tkbrown ~~
    Thanksgiving comes 'round but once in a year;
    families gather to engage in prayer
    for all new blessings received with much care.

    Food will be eaten, much has been spread
    it seems everywhere except on the bed,
    a colorful view -- yellow, green and red.

    There is so much food, it is hard to choose -- 
    a bit of this, a bit of that -- a ruse,
    fanfare tries hard to not indulge abuse.

    Family time for all, with love is cast
    to the forefront instead of placing last --
    so much sharing to recover the past.

    It's hard to slip even a word edgewise,
    and many a word we must now excise;
    do not interrupt, it would not be wise.

    Keep this and that under your wide-brimmed hat,
    because saying it might create a spat --
    one surely would not want the guild of that.

    Memories are made for all to recall,
    and pictures are posed to hang on the wall -- 
    festivities grand are enjoyed by all.

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    Notes: A seven-stanza triplet is chosen for this poem. Both the English triplet and the Italian tercet consist of three-line stanzas. The Italian terset originated first and encompasses many poetic forms.

    The original form consisted of three lines with ten or twelve syllables each and varied rhyme schemes. The more structured English triplet consists of three ten or twelve syllable monorhymed lines (monorhymed: rhymed with a single repetitious end sound). The poem may consist of any number of stanzas.

    Other forms of the tercet include the haiku, the senryu, the Villanelle and the Terza Rima. The tercet in varied forms was favored in Romance literature of the Middle Ages.

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    Sources:
    Eds. (2019). Literary Devices: Definition and Examples of Literary Terms, “Tercet.” (3 November 2019). https://literarydevices.net/tercet/.

    McKinney, Carla Jean. (25 July 2019). Pen & the Pad. “What is a Triplet Poem?” (3 November 2019). https://penandthepad.com/triplet-poem- 10004959.html.

    Tinker. (2 June 2009). Poetry Magnum Opus. “III. Three Line Construction.” (3 November 2019). http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/topic/1008-iii-three-line-construction/.

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    Image Above: by Geordie @ pixabay.com.

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    “Be Still” . . .

    ~~ a Rondine ~~

    ~~ by tkbrown
    "Be Still," He says, then you can know
    the marvelous moments I dispense
    for perusal, for inner peace.
    Only when you listen, can I show
    the world your serene inner glow
    and the blessings of saving grace.
    "Be Still," He says.

    Maturity is peaceful space
    midst growth His love doth e'er bestow.
    When the heart hears wisdom will grow;
    So, stop - listen to the quiet voice . . . . 
    "Be still," He says.

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    Photo Above: by Colin Watts @ imagefactory on Unsplash.com.

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    Calendar Quindecims –November

    ~~ by tkbrown

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    November
Thanksgiving vibes flow through our veins,
fill the atmosphere with celebratory strains.
Our hearts overflow with holiday cheer
as carols ring out in the blustery air.
Tinsels, lights and bows are strung
along the streets, in our homes are hung
as shoppers search for gifts far flung.
Christmas carols begin to be sung
by old and young and those in between,
and one can almost see a glistening sheen
as everywhere people cast doubt aside
and swear by His will they do abide.
Thanksgiving Day we'll offer up a prayer
for all the love, food and wealth we share --
the Spirit overcomes all we cannot hold dear.

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    Photo above:
The First Thanksgiving -- by Bettman/Corbis @ Smithsonian.org,

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    Diabetic Halloween

    ~~ by tkbrown ~~

    Halloween . . . 
is about the most candy ever seen.
You'll find it for months
betwixt and between.
As it hypes kids up
and makes them mean;
if any goes missing
eyes will be keen
for any sign
of the need to intervene.
It's easier from the bottle
a toddler to wean.
'Twill make a kid fat,
he'll no more be lean.
It makes me wonder,
is the ER keen
to the increased numbers
of diabetics they screen?
How many new sugar cases have been
first diagnosed . . . 
on Halloween?

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    Photo Above: by Getty Images.

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