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.

Silent Gifts

A funny-bone factum can cut to the marrow.
Consider concerning your mind with that narrow
perspective, selectively set here, discretely
posted, at most if not in part, completely
without knowing you, or meaning to crack wise
by jumping at the chance to proselytize
a presence of opinion as if it were fact,
without at least proffering panache and tact.

'I'm funny to read!', I'll say, showing some nerve.
You'll further observe mention of a bell curve
that simply flies by, going right over head
making this just as easily followed as led.
I sleep like a baby. So, maybe it's good
that whenever I find something misunderstood,
but having to be seen like as if one were peeking,
I take it head on, at least rhetorically speaking.

Which is why I mention perpension. I see
the distinct potential, and possibility
that maybe, perhaps, there’s a chance that I could
help you understand it, as if I understood.
I must be exact, a didact put to use see,
because [here we pause] I often write obtusely.
I intend no pretension, nor to start a rift,
but what you do think of the term, Silent Gift?

When heard in those words, is it simply dismissible?
Or when seen, does it mean that it too is indicible?
Can a pause cause a plausible unspoken thing
one hears in one’s ear, but can't say, and can't sing?
Ponder the truth of it. Be self-intrusive.
Despite what you might think about this diffusive
remark, it's a lark to sharpen your obtuseness.
When perpension is required, then please use this:

Jesus told a fart joke once.
I swear he did. I know it.
Jesus told a fart joke once.
Now listen up. I'll show it.

Jesus told a fart joke once,
or twice. I've heard his word,
and Jesus told a fart joke once.
I know that sounds absurd,
but Jesus told that fart joke once,
and everybody listened
to Jesus's best fart joke
like it was their Holy mission.

So, Jesus told that fart joke once.
It's written in John 3:8.
Jesus told a fart joke once.
Just look. It ain't too late,
to hear the fart joke Jesus told.
Please, listen! Still the breezes!
I know this may sound rather bold,
but 'The wind blows where it pleases!'