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.

Pleasing Sounds

 Whoever wrote what this connotes, 

and Willed that it be here, 

must have thought you ought devote 

more time to rhymes you hear. 


As you see, lines one, two, three 

and four support this thesis,

and the notion that such devotion

benefits the ear it pleases. 

The Word Man

 


Take a deep breath. 
Make a wish for someone. 
Think of a word. 

Of course it can be any word, 
but for the sake of unity 
let's think of the same word. 

Let's think of the word, man. 
Consider the word man, 
and all that it means. 

Now, think of a man. 
Say the word in your head, man. 

Think of the sound 
that the word man 
makes in your mind. 

Extend the word, man. 

Hear the sound of the word. 
Say the word out loud, maaaaaaan. 

Now, think of the letter 
in the word 
that makes a sound. 

Think of the sound 
letter a makes 
in the word, man. 

Hear that sound now. 
Make that sound now. 
Keep that sound in your mind. 

Now, think of a woman 
that you love - 
a mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife. 

Think of your love for her. 
Think of her love for you. 
Be embraced and enveloped by it, 
engulfed and absorbed in it. 

Wonder in it. 
Think of love. 

Now, think of the woman you love 
making the sound of the word, man. 

Think of the woman you love 
hearing the sound of the word, man. 

Now ... 

Think of the woman you love 
thinking the sound of the word 
you took a deep breath for, man. 

Think love sounds. 

*Breathe* 

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, 

and so uses the cannabinoids sent 

to her brain for both pain and enjoyment.

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.

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. 
THE HOGS AND THE BANDITS DESTROY THE WHOLE PLANT! 

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!