Parental Advisory

HEAR YE. HEAR YE. HERE WE
PROPOSE TO POSIT PROSE POETRY
FORMING FORMS 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 WE’VE WROUGHT, AND REVEALED THUSLY
EACH WHIT OF WIT WRITTEN HIERONYMOUSLY.

Humans Remain


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

 plausibly, because of their prayers for humanity.

 So, my humanity seeks to speak out without stressing,
  and most of this
poem shows a semantic addressing
 of what you can now come to terms with because
 of your wondrous, 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 both crisply and clearly
to those, I suppose, are near enough to hear me. 






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