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.

Shift

This shift key sticks. It does, I swear.
Just watch. You'll see it. Like & Share
whenever you’ve the need to shift
a paradigm with rhymes. My gift

(if this is that, and it be said
such gifted words are heard while read)
sounds clear, and near, if not exactly
to the point, matter-of-factly

stating in these terms relating
to the rhythms syncopating
in, and around all the sounds
extending from adverbs and nouns

conjoined in voices, yours and mine.
See how they mix? They intertwine
when both converge to say the things
we say when a new meeting brings

us to the point of an expression
of a thought; a mind’s digression
into form, like when inciting
substance to appear in writing!