Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose-like poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose-like poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Pith Off

Think me not a man of pith. 
In General terms I'm private, like Smith, 
a name the same as any John, 
as if you’d ever heard of one,
or who he knew, or what he’d do
way back when this ‘World’ was ‘New‘.

Plainly, I deal mainly with
these wanton words that show no pith,
in spacey places lacing my shoes,
while cheering those here with good news.

This rhyme shows just how what I’m feeling 
may be something well worth dealing 
out like cards to those you pass
who think sharply, like shards of glass.


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