~~ by tkbrown
December is moving in fast,
and Thanksgiving is barely past--
or, is it? Travel, families,
Black Friday fare--those online venues--
shopping with masks, social distance--
greatly reduced deals, now's your chance!
Buy now, pay later--give better
for Christmas than ever before.
Material flare--girls and boys
each year get more expensive toys.
This year will be no different,
I'm sure--packages and love sent
to those afar off. Would I could
be there with you--for now we should
be thankful for the things we have
and for the family to love.
God, please send it o'er air by dove!
~~ a Quindecim ~~
~~ by tkbrown
Lead paint was said to harm our babes;
we must scrape it all away.
'Twas taken to heart, and most did in spade
abide that law with dread array
of the fate to come their way
if 'twas not done as law did say.
So, homes were scraped inside and out,
then scrubbed with bleach for brand new paint.
The child of those who did sulk and pout,
'twas removed until parents' mood did abate.
Toys with lead, stores removed on that date,
but now WE learn of quite a spate.
That government did make those laws
but did not remove it from those claws
before they fed them with 'those paws.'
Quindecim: A Poetic Form that has developed rather naturally as I have written much regarding political and daily living events. The fifteen line stanza seems to work wonderfully by allowing twelve lines to describe the developing arena. Then the last three present some new development that throws a ‘curve ball’ into the mix. There is no specific syllabic or metric count. It is, however, rhymed with no set pattern. The patterns used should recur in a later quindecim when the poem consists of several stanzas. There is no set pattern for the recurrence.
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