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.


I'd like to show you something I've been working on for a while.
Although it's basically just one thing, it may not be in a style
that you are used to. Still, I think that if you give me half a chance,
    you'll see what I mean when I say that, in each given circumstance,
only you will hear the syncopated rhythms marked by rhymes.
Run with the ideas they spark, then contemplate the times
your eyes are fixed on explanations, as each word provides a voice. You see
 my name and salutation: Hi Corey is the perfect choice for me.

I go by Hi, short for Hieronymous, or Corey, if you prefer,
because to either I will answer; to your judgment, I defer.
For only you can say when you concur with what I've always said.
I wouldn't presume to speak for you, or put ideas in your head,
but if you need a definition of a term that is in doubt,
I would suggest a good library dictionary. Check one out.

If all you really want to hear are more amusing words galore,
then what I’d say is that todays are full of hours, twenty-four,
and every minute we are in it is nearly spent like every beat
that you can hear within this clearly stated versicle, replete
with my suggestions to the questions that pertain to such events.
Like if you're not astonished now, imagine a few minutes hence.
It's what I do. This is my flavor. I intend to edu-tain
with every word put here before you of which fewer now remain.

I'm the Hieronymous House poet, and thus equipped for self-defining
with this ordinary language wherein terms in use are mining,
digging deep into your consciousness of context and content
to clearly create a conception. Consequently, your consent
to the idea that such cadences and rhymes portray a heart
reveals how fortunate we are to think of this as such, 'Hi Art'.

My technique isn't perfect, but it's not far from perfection.
I run subtle little hints by, through 'subliminal suggestion'.
That’s the kind of thing you think about, like what I said before,
when I said 'just because you heard it, don't assume what lies in store'.
For if you follow up relationships to every time and date
you'll see how things can be affected by peculiar twists of fate.
Like hints that are subliminal, the root word is sublime.
I add this twist of least resistance, written out in rhyme:

Just call me Hieronymous - Poet, Prophet, and Sage.
Here, you are my audience. This page is my stage.
I portend good fortunes and scents, while suggesting
no fortunes come free, vis-à-vis one's investing.

You Must pay attention to glean any worth.
You Must pay respect to all others on Earth.
You Must be fair. As you see, there's a charge.
For most it’s a pittance, but for some it’s quite large.

Watch your objections. Please, don't start a riot.
To get the full impact, we need peace (and quiet).
Though Must may sound mustily fashioned or stern,
you’re free to choose just which lessons you’ll learn.

As if anyone cared that you do what you will.
You’ve done it before. No doubt you do still.
The attention you pay with respect to each Must
relates in these statements as matters of Trust.

If you comprehend dividends as motific
of text, taste and temperature, (to be specific)
the form of a Fortune requires one two things:
One-Follow the meter, Two-Listen. It sings

a sound you will hear that lasts only a moment.
Latch on to its concept. Allow that to foment.
These rhymes are for you, one and all; every one
invested with jests, and committed to fun.

All the rhymes here, the odd words that you see,
pertains to one subject - Ha-Ha ESP!
Sense Extra Perceptively. Soon, you can tell
that Emergency Services Personnel,

and these doggerels, versed in your behalf,
are just what you need, an Emergency Laugh!
As 707, I'm put to best usage
in verse, with terse reference to green ham as Seussage.

LOL! See, a phrase turned up funny.
Laughing Out Loud means you’re right on the money!
From origins more ancient than they are eponymous,
I’m proud to present to you, Ha! Ha! Hieronymous!

My name, if you’ve heard, or may already know,
refers laughingly to the line of Hiero.
707/LOL is Palindromatical,
and sometimes 'Ana' and/or 'Epi' grammatical.

Perhaps this is that, or substantially more,
if you find worth in watching whatnot, and wherefore.