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.

My Prayer


Would that I could write 
in a more comprehensive prose,
posing thoughts that might ignite 
your frame of mind for those
conjugated verbs, such words 
presented for your reading
here where clearly saying praying 
reads as if I'm pleading.


I think a poem should unfold in layers.
I think of you, as I send out my prayers. 
I think I'll walk in the Word now, and later 
I think I'll address our Noster to Pater

Bless us, Father. We must have sinned.
We're not quite where we could be. Mend
wounded hearts, and start us furying
forward without wanting, or worrying!
Jasmine's assent here is meant to convey
a smell. You can tell when there's nothing to say
that can stay an aroma. You know many things
are suggested, invested in how Jasmine rings
in your ear as you hear me say Jasmine again,
as Jasmine long has been my prayer. Amen.


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