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.

Intimate Audiences

My audience is intimate to many, so I hear
ringing, as if singing Angel's praises here were clear;
heard in every word you read. I write, and might suggest  

supersonic phonics say that, 'ANGEL IS THE BEST
MOTHER!' Although other mothers surely do quite well,
they're not in this room, nor do I shudder when they yell.