Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry,
forming forms of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose 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.


 Have you ever heard of scruples? 

Did you know they're really small, 
and that their number will quadruple 
in your heart the less you call 
someone the things you say 
when you know something else is true? 
So, will you listen while I play 
with what a scrupled heart can do? 

A scrupled heart will guide you 
through the times that try the most, 
like when events in life deride you; 
when you're most inclined to boast 
about something you might have thought, 
as if so thinking you're the one, 
and only person in the world 
for whom so thinking has been done. 

So, thinking with consideration 
of a scruples lack, 
without scruples in your heart 
your heart scruples can't attack plaque. 
Doctors can't remove them. 
They're organic where they grow. 
I thought that common knowledge, 
but some people didn't know. 

Pink & Blue Light

Hallelujah, it’s just a word you've heard before. 

Hallelujah. So, I praise the Lord once more. 
Hallelujah. Praise the day. Awake, and see.
Hallelujah. Dawn alights, bright as can be. 
Hallelujah. See, between the sky and sea, 
Hallelujah, pink and blue hues of poetry. 

 Pink and Blue lighting 

here highlights my writing 

when what I’ve to say 

dawns, like each new day. 

It dawns on me now 

that what you read may allow 

you to see pink and blue 

lighting the wonders you do. 

Healing Business

 She used to have hair. People stared at her mane. 

Now she has not. She smokes pot for the pain. 

She can use cannabinoids sent 
to her brain for pain, and enjoyment.

So, Friends, our binding commitment is this: 
That the compounds found in cannabis 
are cause to pause at passing screens. 
What this puff puff passage means 
is, now you see, so now you know. 
Welcome to The Hieronymous Show,
where what you see is what it is, this 
bit of revealed, healing business.


Just call me Hieronymous. Make me famous while you still can.
Tell the world about some really silly little man 
who writes for self-amusement. You may use these words to show 
exactly how I’m acting, so your audience will know 
how stupid such a cupid-hearted person can be, viewed
as having no sense or tenseness; just one rightly relaxed dude.

The Garden

Read words written softly for those hearing hard. In 
a moment, a Man, naked, runs through The Garden. 
Okay, so the truth is he isn't quite nude. 
He bears boxers, briefly, so as not seem rude. 
The Garden is properly private, in a sense, 
but of course it’s quite easy to see through the fence. 

If you look past the fig tree, through timbered split rails 
you will see little dogs minus most of their tails, 
and a man running still, on his hill, talking silly. 
Look if you want, please don't point at his ... Will he 
or won't he? The question remains 
regarding his guarding. The Garden pertains 
to all the odd things a man can't compromise. 

This much is certain, you needn't surmise 
there are things without which a man won't do.
Kept unto myself as I give mine to you 
in a word, just a whisper, this quieting sound:
For those hard of hearing, it’s hardly profound. 

We live among bandits, and burrowing hogs. 
Relating that extends this ideologue 
to show how we know to dispose them as such. 
We might not mind them, except for how much 
they damage good stuff; all our veggies and fruit. 
Were it only a few, we might not give a hoot 
but it isn't that simple. Excuse this small rant. 

So, rather than complain or get all intense 
resolve is our answer. At first came the fence, 
but that wasn’t enough to keep all varmints out. 
To find resolution, again, there's no doubt 
that is why I'm writing, so you'll understand. 

Protecting our garden, I’m only one man 
with one clear solution to rats in our yard. 
If you've followed along, then you know it's not hard 
to keep unwanted critters away from out back.
I believe in Dog, and my best friend is Russell, Jack!