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dharma_2red is splashy

isn’t it

the color of

anger,

hunger,

passion,

and
 
 

some Mike & Ike’s…

Primary to Christmas

you have to ask yourself,

would Christmas be as

Christmas(ee)

without green?

Survey says no

–as do poinsettias

naturally

when they’re feelin’ chatty.

ask Alice.

 

Yellow is red’s

close second.

Bright enough to blind,

it represents.

word

and those words might encompass

sun,

intellect,

at work

warnings,

and

brick roads…

a bitch to keep tidy

Easter, too,

Easter would less eggy altogether

beaters

wouldn’t it,

without yellow, but you have to ask yourself,

where would Easter be without purple to complement

all that brilliant yellow?

I can’t say…

or see–on account of the blackout shades worn to mitigate

all

-that

–brilliant

—yellow…

 

Blue.

Blue must be mentioned

passive-aggressively

but mentioned

missing celebration

it nevertheless

calls images to mind

“hey images!!”

images like

sky

okay: sky.

bells,

books,

bluebirds,

happy twits

and

moons…

okay: one

and ubiquitous as blue might be

you have to ask yourself

I insist

where would blue be without orange?

Van Gogh insists, too, and quite possibly first.

 

The primary point being:

what comes next

seconds

is every bit as vital as that which

preceded it.

rainbow.

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: all the pretty colors

opera glasses

curtains

if you wash off

rhyme

take away

rhetoric
 
 

raise

curtain

and

presence cast

­(the aforementioned hoping for some sort of ovation?)

you’ll notice the players

are mimes…

confounded by the reality of

glass box.

©KarenRobiscoe

 

as per Verse

Blue so long, I only want

to finish the Van Halen

rainbow

–before Midnight—

gather all my

public pieces

into 1 Republic

–forgotten aim of Simple Minds–

trip with King Harvest

–the light’s fantastic at dawn–

and white flag Anti-Bellums

–no G.I. Jane–

clear down to the

Billie Jean

–blowin’ in the wind…

 ©Karen Robiscoe

Dogma Chasing Karma

2bug_small

my life was full of

karma bugs,

from my skull cap,

to my Ugghs

–picked ‘em up while sowing fields–

–aided by a turning wheel–

–seeded for a karmic yield–

and though a few

came out in wash,

the rest of ‘em I could not squash.

 

I swatted some

up in the air,

alas, a lot came

down from there

–falling to the bed I’d made–

–next to which I sometimes prayed–

–petitioning a sunny day–

and since my chickens

roosted there,

I let them be

as Nature’s

fare.

 

Foregoing swat,

I tried by fist,

throwing down,

but could not squish

–even one when fingers spread–

–casting 3 back at my head–

–index hanging like a thread–

pointing out my

trebled blame,

my harvest

in this karmic game.

 

And recognizing

game afoot,

I realized to

fight’s no good

–and “going there”, I came around–

–at which point, all bugs came down–

–no longer bane, but new friends found–

a crop of opps

I reaped that day,

on b’itchy back

was karmic pay.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: karma

 

Pet TriX

tracksKitty has claws…

Is that a surprise?

I tell you because–

word to the wise?

Underneath Kitty’s

fluffy disguise,

are razor-sharp tips

on lightning-quick paws.

Yes, Kitty

—though pretty—

and sweet in her sway,

should be sidestepped

because

Kitty don’t play.

 tracks

Guppy’s no better.

A regular eel.

Likely to leap

from his bowl

without reel,

targeting eyes and

other soft places,

scarring with wheals

and other Fish traces,

his own Fishy deal, I–

–tell you, he chases

you round, till he keels

from these waterless races–

–Guppy’s no better.

He puts you

through paces.

tracks

No better–

than Kitty,

as mentioned before,

the better,

–the less–

for attention,

not more,

and don’t get me

started on Puppy’s

dementia–

that mutt’s

just a nut,

a treat-seeking

glut–

worse still

than Guppy

–and Kitty–

combined,

whose talons,

(while hidden)

bear keeping in mind.

©K Robiscoe

…and “L” is for LaVerne

hassenpfeffer 
schlemiel
sticks.

–it stones like bricks–

to fellas less than graceful

no pie

for guy

he’ll trip is why

no bites, but wear a faceful

–schlemiel tickets

for the thick

it’s critical appraisal…
 
 
schlimazel tough

to be

agreed

the meaning quite precise

a lucky lad

just mostly bad

I like to be concise

he’s apt to be

in range of the

flying pastry pies…

Hasenpfeffer’s

so much better

unless you are a hare

a peppered pot

is what you’ve got

–the rabbit cooking

~rare~

©Karen Robiscoe