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.

Sea of Love

Still a phrase, amaze a mind. 
Pause upon a prawn's behind 
and ride beside besaddled beasts 
of burden, herded from the least 
suspecting place in space and time 
to where you stare. Au pairs in rhyme 
can mean protein de decapod 
to those who've chosen to read odd 
request-like jests. Ingest selfish 
thoughts! You ought eat more shellfish 
phrases! Place me spaced out, dock- 
bound, with the smell of shrimp stock 
filling the stillness. Will this pass 
for lunch, or shall we broil sea bass?