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.


If you take away sorrows, sadnesses, and pains;
  then all you'll have left are just human remains.
Just us humans remain as the bane of insanity,

 plausibly because of our prayers for humanity.

 So, my humanity seeks to speak out without stressing,
  and most of this
poem shows my semantic addressing
 of what you may now come to terms with, because
 of wondrous and thundering claps of applause.

Claps of applause cause a pause as you listen
to both left and right. Hands unite in their mission
of sound as it resounds, loudly, crisp and clear to
those I suppose who are near enough to hear you.


Thank You For Your Support.