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.

Light Verse

Just the facts, Jack. Webs of lies
seen on screen, like Semper Fi's
yelled from hell holes here on Earth,
are such a waste of what time's worth.

Time is worth taking. Please, make no mistakes  
regarding what hardly took more than time takes.
See, time takes from us just like we take from time,
my brothers. There's no other reason for this rhyme.