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.


Quiet, please. Don't be alarmed,
as every word here has been charmed.
I've armed each syllable and letter
with what it takes to make you better,
understood? It's good to read
about the shouted subject deed,
the HELP I helped myself to write
right where your staring eyes incite
such feelings deep within my heart,
as if this gift of Help could start
a heartfelt movement in you too,
like words like Help are supposed to do.