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.

Song of Scope



So, if I had something to say;
to pass along in such a way 
as to be rendered understood 
as passing on a bit of good, 
old-fashioned written wit in rhyme, 
revealed, at present, in the time, 
and place this space permit allows; 
permitting wits ever were endowed, 
then but for your intellect 
mine would be lost, I do suspect. 

 Perhaps it’s here, or somewhere close. 
 I've not been far, but that's the most 
that I can say regarding smarts. 
This prose poetry presents ‘Hi Arts’ 
consisting of such stuff as this wit 
so passers’ by might see, or miss it. 

Thus seen, ‘between words’ also are wrought. 
This dimwit doggerel, ‘sans mot’,
conveys that thought quite simply, minded 
such between words are thus defined. Did 
I forget, or fail to mention 
between words, disbelief suspension 
reveals vast fields of recollections?

 
Viewed between words, verse selections 
put such thoughts properly in places, 
between words, causing smiles on faces 
such as the one you may share 
with careful wearing. People stare, 
and wonder at its cause, the ‘Why’
What Reason between words like ‘Hi’ 
and ‘Art’ can start the impetus within 
those most disposed to bare a grin? 

As you surmise, or could have guessed, 
this is the one thing I do best -
put purpose between each word
one might presume is seen and heard 
in terms specifically defined 
by following along these lines. 

By that, I mean herein applied. 
Your comprehension is relied 
upon to get the gist of it,
to make it fit the sense of it, 
the thing that rings out loud and clear, 
beneath each sound, beyond your fear 
of little things, like bugs and such,; 
the fact that we don't hug that much; 
that all we have is all we’ve got. 
It’s not as if we say a lot 
about the things we understand, 
the things that must go hand-in-hand 
as compliments to fair use. Terms 
like bugs, an insect, a Bunny, or some germs 
we share because we're just that close. 
Isn’t that funny? It's the most 
delightful way that I can say 
I hope that you enjoy your day, 
despite the fact that I myself 
must spend it off in someplace else 
without you, though that doesn't mean 
either of us should quit the scene. 

That is, until we’ve learned to cope. 
We live in ever present Hope 
that ‘something ventured, something gained’ 
will mean that someday we'll obtain 
a better sense of presence, since 
in present tense, you appear dense!

If I must repeat, again, 
with a Hi! I'm five feet ten, 
and weighted now to give the hunch 
that rarely will I miss my lunch!

Regarding my present density, 
and also my propensity 
for texture, taste, and intonation, 
concept, craft and conflagration 
so intense, and burning bright 
the chances are that you just might 
soon feel my heat, a light injection 
so subtle and close to perfection 
that you'll find it most fascinating 
in that it's also vaccinating! 

It's a hoot! A laugh! A lark! 
A well thought out shot in the dark. 
It's a plan I had that I'm having still. 
So, begging your pardon, if you will, 
Please, Step right up, and get a thrill 
from what must mostly fit the bill 
as a ‘Madrigal Sum Perspicil’,
a versed diversion. Moving ... Still. 


 



No comments:

Post a Comment

PayPal

PayPal
Thank You For Your Support.