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.

Thief of Hearts

He lies! He cheats! He steals! Good Lawd! 
What does it take to make the fraud 
appear in court? Reports? A Booking? 
Why must he be so damned good looking!?!