Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form 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.

I Say A Little 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 merely saying “Praying” reads as if I’m pleading.

I pray this poem should unfold in layers,
so I think of you as I send out my prayers. 
I pray to walk in The Word now, and later 
I think I'll pray like a Noster to Pater. 

Bless us, Father. We must have sinned.
We're not quite where we could be. Mend
our wounded hearts, and start us furying
forward without wanting, or worrying.

Jasmine's a scent, and it’s meant to convey
a smell. You can tell when there's nothing to say
that can stay an aroma. So you know many things
are suggested, invested in how Jasmine rings
in your ears as you hear me say Jasmine again,
as Jasmine long has been my prayer. Amen.