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.

#Truth


There's this thing that's on my mind, 
a word that rings. I think you'll find 
my mind consumed. Presume to know 
what all, and why, I'd like to show 
you now just how that ringing word 
appears. It's clear to all who've heard 
the word before. It sure does ring in 
terms of an Angel's voice when singing 
praise. I raise my lance, defensive 
not of what I've got, consent. Give 
ear, and hear the word unfurling. 
Voices join. Send winds awhirl. Bring 
this brief missive closure knowing 
its sound resounds, and its #Truth is showing.