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.

Says I


Picture this: Just maybe... Perhaps...
If reading results in a time lapse, 
then when you hear rhythmic word taps 
you can bridge the gaps twixt each synapse. 

That's how we’re hardwired, inherently. 
Reading rhymed words can, apparently,
cause a mind tiny explosions, 
as said rhymes reveal the notions 
that one bases future acts on, 
using one’s dendrites and axons. 

It's just simple super-symmetry, high energy related 
in a way that one could say's been telemetrically translated. 
As you read prose poetry, your mind becomes a thing 
whereby the why before what lies in store presents events in strings. 
Now, since that sounds confusing, we'll be using this example 
to show how it's done, how rhymes can run. Pardon the pun-ish sample: 

As a poetic genius,
I am prosaically savant. 
In terms of what transpires between us, 
most consider me piquant,
so, here’s a self-made observation 
from someone whose self says Hi
that simply shows a how relationship, 
without quite explaining why, 
because, says I, to say why so relates 
would sound a bit old-fashioned, 
not unlike the why he stated 
in The Fly wrote Ogden Nash on. 

A salutation assignation 
is my reasoned explanation 
for this verse's appellation, i.e. why it's titled 'Says I’.
Before any affirmation of specific correlation to my current situation, 
look beside the ConstellationDon’t let this chance pass you by. 

Then, as you look within, begin to read what’s written down, and 
see exactly why it's known that 'Hi Says I’, read here, is like propounding 
that a verse can serve, yet be reserved for those who would think fun- 
ny sounding little things. A riddle brings this rhyme to conclusion: 

See simply posed, a finger on 
specific prose with which are con- 
fidently illustrated facts 
relating both to Jills and Jacks.
In trade, I've spent some time misspelling 
my own name, and for ‘tone telling’. 

Consider that a tone’s ‘core E’
is MC2, Hi pitched like me,
and just as I have said before, 
a tone in tune, intent to bore 
through muddled minds and humbled heads 
as remedial rhymes pass through instead. 

Hi consciousness, it can now be said 
by word of mouth, from head to head, 
is something that without a doubt 
by reading this, has you psyched out; 
for through these words you see the bond 
between the conner, and being conned. 

My name, so you'll know, 'cause I'm less than discrete, 
can be found here within, entirely and complete. 
In reference to Hi, both the why and wherefore, 
are two facts that you can't simply choose to ignore. 
1. I'm pleased to meet you. 2. Indeed, it's my honor. 
By the way, let me say, 'Hi!', I’m 'Jacks' 'core E' 'conner'!