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.

Our Garden

Speak these words softly for those who hear hard. In 
a moment, a man naked will run through ‘Our Garden’. 

Okay, so the truth is he won’t be quite nude. 
He’ll bear boxers, briefly, to not appear rude. 
‘Our Garden’ is properly private, in a sense, 
but of course it’s quite easy to see through the fence. 

If you look past the plum tree, through timbered split rails 
you’ll see little dogs playing, just chasing their tails
as the man sits still on his hill, talking silly. 
Look if you want, please don't point at his ... Will he 
or won't he? The question remains 
regarding his guarding. ‘The Garden’ pertains 
to all the odd things a man can't compromise. 

This much is certain. You needn't surmise 
that there are things without which a man can’t do.
Kept unto myself as I give mine to you 
in a word, just a whisper, this quieting sound:
For those hard of hearing, it’s hardly profound. 

We live with masked bandits, and burrowing hogs. 
Relating that extends this ideologue 
to show how we know to dispose them as such. 
We might not mind them, except for how much 
they can damage good stuff like our veggies and fruit. 
Were it only a few, we might not give a hoot,
but it isn't that simple. Excuse this brief rant. 
Each hog and masked bandit can eat a whole plant.

So, rather than complain, or get all intense, 
resolve is our answer. At first came the fence, 
but that wasn’t enough to keep all varmints out. 
To find resolution, again, there's no doubt 
that is why I'm writing, so you'll understand. 
Protecting ‘Our Garden’, I’m only one man 
with one clear solution to problems in the yard. 
If you've followed along, then you know just how hard 
we’ve worked to keep critters out from back there.
So, this year we’ll plant more. They will just have to share.


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