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.

Flock You

Please, forgive my attitude
 as I project my gratitude 
by extending you this platitude,
  “Flock you to Thanksgiving!”

 I mean nothing untoward, 
 and half expect to be ignored 
 by those whom I've so often bored, 
 but I have to make a living. 

 So, off I go to work out yonder, 
 where the work is, and I wonder 
 who’s taken the time to ponder 
 what truth lies in the word?

 I cannot be alone in thinking 
 God sees all our nods, and is winking
 with respect to our kitchens stinking.
It’s time to flip the bird!