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.

Fade Away Soldiers

I watch old soldiers disappear, 
while I sit there, like there was here. 
Here I sit, and write of soldiers 
disappearing, heads from shoulders. 

'Soldier on!', I hear them whisper 
from a distance close as this, for 
I've watched old soldiers disappear 
while I was there, like there was here. 

On what, I ask them, should I soldier 
here? I'm clearly getting older 
watching soldiers in despair 
while I sit here, like here was there. 

This is where they disappeared, see. 
So you know my mission clearly. 
I watch old soldiers disappear 
while I sit there, like they're right here.

 






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