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.

Well, Bless You!

“WELL, Bless you!” I’d say, were I guessing you’d sneezed.
So, I mean to bless you with words. Look at these:

I’m guessing such a blessing for a sneeze appeals 
to you who’d also like to eat, well, blessed meals.
So, should you ever be eating, I’d repeat what I’m saying 
for you who, supposedly, would then also be praying, 
and since this well blessing suggests itself on your screen, 
you now get to choose just how well blessed you’ve been 
by adding, well, blessings to those you’ve just read, 
and by simply affirming, “I’m Well Blessed”, in your head. 
Confession is good for the sole of your foot. 
I hope you can cope well when my foot is put 
to task. If you ask me a question I'll say, 
“Walk with me. Talk with me. Have a great day
wherever you are, whether far or much nearer.”
I don't know how I could make this any clearer.

Well, Bless you. I guess you could say I've confessed
to all a man can, when a man is, well, 
blessed.
Well, Bless you. Now, eschew the issue of such 
a blessing if guessing its mission gives much 
pause, as to cause indecision and doubt 
is not what the Word, or blessing is about. 

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