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Fortune Cookies

August 21, 2018 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Fortune Cookies


 
My name is Robiscoe

and but for a letter,

I’d wager my en-tire life

would be better

O, for an “N” prefacing biscuit

I’d be in the chips–

& crackers…like Triskit!

It’s Queen of the cookies

–and monster I’d be,

spanking all rivals

like Keeblers, so wee

sweetly I’d serve up

my crowd pleasing nibbles,

to folks of all kinds,

(and felines—as kibble)

I’d put on the Ritz,

& glitz with no stopping,

with cake as my mix,

I’d  have any topping!

and Jesus, my Cheezits

would make Sunday fair,

with milk, juice, or wine,

they’d trump any prayer,

–like yearning

for turning

the R of my name

from character defect

to fortune and  fame. . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VERSE

Script Marks

August 11, 2018 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Script Marks


August is

sizzlin’ hot.

Hotter than

other months

& more intense,

it’s a sweat shop

–minus the

miserable mending–

those dog days

bake

–short on convection,

confection and

100x more elemental,

August is a sauna

all right

—but different.

more fundamental.

more consuming.

Even skaters

trade wheelies

for water

in August

–filling up the pool.

POETRY

August 10, 2018 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on


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reAcheS seeDed cloUds

–POd oF pUrpOse

breAchinG

(aHeaD of wEatHeR)

cRoSSing bOws

–fAr oFf frEiGhter

tRaiLinG

wAke.

 

 

 

 

POETRY

Fidgets

August 8, 2018 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Fidgets

don’t Hail Mary

when you ought

Viva La

–Mary isn’t.

Hearty, more solely,

an aka dba sos.

Don’t sit when

waves should thunder

–stamping feet dealer’s choice, since sand imprints so easily,

so who cares about its clock?

don’t bury face in hands better suited

to applaud

–in either case remove your gloves,

and whatever you do…

don’t cross fingers

meant

to whistle

wolf.

 

POETRY

Kan-do

August 7, 2018 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Kan-do

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we’re all so fully fallible–

our foibles→refillable

> inborn & instill-able <

–accept it

–to the syl•la•ble–

Enjoy it!

Make it

$ billable $

As facades

> though employable <

are fables for the

~flappable~

both sappy &

/ implacable /

a go-to for the

p  l i a b l e

a fallback

that’s detestable

unviable & liable

to render tender

* jest-able *

as bending truth is

^ laughable ^

& also Google trackable

exposing like Pinocchio

a posing braggadocio

a–nose—so—long→

it’s joke–

–ay?

Yo!

(deep breath)

…while frontages more facile…

Will prove that you’re no asshole.

POETRY

August 6, 2018 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on

Hard to wax poetic about dumbbells, although barbells…well. That’s a different story. Soz this. Read and enjoy if inclined…but not upright. Your back will thank you for it. (As do I)

Rain-catcher

He was a wayfaring

work of peace,

a wind traveler…

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July 30, 2018 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on


 
I joined

faceblock

since it seemed a CIA imperative

and sheep that I was

–I did—

“platform building”

my ostensible goal.

but the lure to post

piX of platefuls,

not-as-fun-as-that

events,

and selfies

proving I’m still pretty pretty

irresistible–

my blocked list

rivals friends list, and

includes

people I want most

to connect with

–though most just shudder-bugs—

and distances me

from erstwhile friends

–since blowing up in person

is different than blowing up in messenger–

the former muddied in time,

and the latter dirt that never fades—

but at least I have

a vomit-in-the-back-of-my-throat

fan page,

the government has

a point of reference,

proof in the putting

–and a place to put it–

and gobs & gobs of

commemorated

spaghettiO’s.

 

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