PARENTAL ADVISORY

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we
propose to posit prose poetry,
forming forms 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 we've wrought, and revealed thusly;
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Mood Elevator

I was just going over some things that I’ve said. 
As letters I’ve written formed words in your head,
 sometimes they may not have made too much sense;
 perused here, presumably, in your own present tense.

 Their reading can cause you to ask yourself, 'Why'.
 Then, while looking for answers, to look to the sky;
 the planets, the stars, and the expanse of it all,
 so that when you look back, you might find yourself, small.

 So small, in fact, that you can stand on a word,
 a sound you find pleasing. Perhaps you have heard
 of the word, and the sound that resounds in my head. Why,
 it’s the word you heard in your head when I said, 'Hi'!

 Consider word rhythms, and what they can do 
in terms simply written, and rhymed just for you.
 Consider rhymes written, with words in between.
Consider this content like you know what I mean!

 Then, as you consider these things in your head, 
perhaps you'll take one more thing yet to be said
 into consideration, as our course has been set.
 A plan has been hatched, and a wager is bet.

 Invest yourself now, and the attention you pay,
 to laughter hereafter. GO HAVE A GREAT DAY!