Monday, October 7, 2024

comma delimited with dash

I looked all 'round, none best I saw

bellies 'nd butts, could not compare

no ideal I found, for my awe,

parts 'nd people, not worth a stare


here 'nd there at academe's door, 

out 'nd in, all manner of mind

I saw, plus the polymath's store,

not one impressed as best of kind 


I waded in things, spirits old,

to ken the souls, erase their selves,

aspirant nor guru's way sold,

some such other, we seek to delve


these days, no sure perfect locus,

in dif'rence just brilliance I count,

no certain bliss, this world's focus,

but prospects, thus answers, surmount


what to these salvation anoint--

they don't--one and all we embrace,

for each and every, best's the point,

such the purpose, as we save face

To Harold the hoarder

Jun 30, 2016, 10:49 AM, a missive to my dearest . . . oh, better not say. [begin message] Dearest Harold (the Hoarder), Thank you for your ...