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.


Bless you, I’d say, were I addressing a sneeze,
so I mean to bless you like you have allergies.
I’m guessing such blessings for sneezes appeal
to those who also like to eat a blessed meal,
so if we were eating, I’d repeat what I’m saying 
for you who, supposedly, would then be praying.

Confession is good for the sole of a foot. 
I hope you can cope well when my foot is put 
to task. If you ask me a question I'll say, 
“Walk a while. Wear a smile. Have a great day
wherever you are, whether far or much nearer.”
I don't know how I could make this any clearer.

Bless you. I guess you could say I've confessed
to all a man can, when a man’s been well blessed.
So bless you again. Eschew issues of such
blessings if guessing their mission gives much
pause, as to cause indecision and doubt
are not what these words, or blessings are about.

These blessings suggest themselves, seen on your screen
by you who can choose just how blessed you have been.
Now, add more blessings to those you’ve just read
that simply affirm how you’re blessed in your head.