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Tomato * To-maht-oh…it’s still Ketchup

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the very best things

in life are free

–except there’s no free lunch

’cause talk is cheap

when out to eat,

while money talks a bunch…

a shoulder shrug,

will oust that bug

–closed mouths are free of flies,

not briny wine,

but honey, fine,

will tempt them from the sky…

since more is merry,

but so contrary,

to company of two,

as trios crowd,

I’ll say

>aloud<

opposing what I do…

but that’s all good!

it’s understood,

that opposites attract…

still matching birds,

are much preferred,

when flocking in a claque.

oh, what the hell

(a road paved swell)

good turns deserve their kind,

I’ll beat my drum,

despite the thrum,

of great, conforming minds…

Inquisitive’s

the way I live,

this cat has lives of nine,

I’ll

…hesitate…

but won’t be late

and run to make up time.

in absence grows,

the reddest rose,

while ‘out-of-sight forgets…

the dog-eared book,

that’s worth a look,

to folks in better dress….

You’re not too old

to learn anew,

though curs of age are fixed,

since knowledge learned,

has danger curve,

while ignorance is bliss…

List of conflicting adages I employed to make up this ditty.

The best things in life are free

There’s no such thing as a free lunch.

Talk is cheap

Money talks.

A closed mouth catches no flies

You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

The more, the merrier

Two’s company; three’s a crowd.

Do as I say, not as I do

Actions speak louder than words.

Opposites attract

Birds of a feather flock together

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

One good turn deserves another.

March to the beat of your own drummer

Great minds think alike.

Curiosity killed the cat

Cats have nine lives.

Haste makes waste

He who hesitates is lost.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Out of sight is out of mind.

Clothes make the man

You can’t judge a book by its cover.

You’re never too old to learn

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing

Ignorance is bliss.

Scrapbook Eyes

 
scrap copy
essential as air

hot as solar flare

nuclear as fusion–
 
–your gaze

seeps elemental

power no container

can fully contain
 
 
–your lids

half-composing

half-eclipsing

lightning

& northern lights
 
 
—your eyes

guides in the Night

seismic currents

no quaking earth

withstands
 
 

–nor wants to…

Part moth,

part phoenix,

part Icarus,

Eye

impel

to their autumn fire.

©Karen Robiscoe

Arch’ Ceilings

 

balloon_redStand Outs

Don’t Fit In

in the Best Ways

–and shouldn’t—

 

Stoops

balloon_redare for

Porch Swings

and

Quails

are for Whimsy

balloon_redand Kneel

*diamond*

is a 70’s singer

–of some merit–

Still.

 

balloon_redFat Fiddles

tune differently

and

Bow

to the Harmony

balloon_redpretty much exclusively.

 

Average

Normal

Off-the-Rack wears

and

Fits Ill

 

balloon_redtoo big

Too Small

never goldilocks right

 

–Hare Shirts at best,

these vested strictures

balloon_redare designed to

reflect Well

in Patent

Leather

Polish.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

A Writer Shade of Pale

I’m having fun playin’ around with the term (aka phonetic sound) of palate–pallid–pallet & palette…which mean respectively: taste, pallor, cot, and artist’s board for paint. I’ve already eliminated the latter 2, while these next 2 “sketches” have fun with the former coupla’…

What else. Drawing in Illustrator–I am having a blast with this program, and look forward to sharing what I work on now–when it’s done. I tried to sign up for a class at City but they don’t have one just for Illustrator….lucky I got an A in it first time out, soz acclimating to the new menu is not too difficile.

H-e-n-n-yway. A day-dreamy, too-hot-to-play-outside-yet day, hope you guys are good.

penning gold

 

a writer’s pallid

is understandable

we don’t get out much–

for all the rocks we push uphill

they tend to roll down

Yabba Dabba Doo style

steamrollin’

Fred where he paces,

soles an’ all…

small apple

a writer’s palate is

unique

either very refined

–read: picky–

or hogwash happy

there is no in between for the famished scribe

no TV dinner

“good enough”

no fast food

“slow enough”

no Twinkie

“twinkly enough”

it’s tits on a ritz,

crème de la crème,

or the pits.

(olive pits, though)

since writers so infrequently

~snack~

busy as they are,

with their hands.

©Ker-Ker

 

Related: Cleric Merrick

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Cleric Merrick

 
Charron's Chatter for funny writing
 
a writer’s pallet is

a lonely one, sometimes

a ticking stuck through with straws

of all kind–

short, grasp, last, & long,
 
 
and never a pen when you need one….

sharing sheets with phantoms

that aren’t even dressed

–for an Opera—

of course, and

who’s Opera, you say?

Why, it isn’t a Who

but a What:

an exaggerated recounting

of an otherwise

commonplace

(Reality TV)

event.

How exaggerated?

Well, it ain’t over ’til the Fat Lady sings…

Larger-than-Life

that bitch gets her vibrato on through the entire thing–

I mean the entire thing!

Great time to nap,

whaddya suppose her most unusual plaint is?

You’ll never guess–

it’s the greasepaint,

of all things

the greasepaint.

even after the show vestigial traces

mar her everyday collars, too.

Ghost Writer II

cas-pahMediums consult things,

spiritual things

pullin’ the Shades

& grabbing that cup

of lucky Yahtzee dice.

Symbolic things, 2,

take–4 example–

the

~Boogey Man~

no séance is complete without

at least 1

John Travolta

>> in polyester 3-piece >

Present

to fuse some

Saturday Night Reaper

wit’

strobe-spangled

Scientology shenanigans .

He brings Spirits in a flask, &

pretty reliably, too,

who cares if he’s a Zeitgeist casualty?

Weave all been there…

collaterally damaged,

an’ loopin’ like

6 flags–

hell it’s what séances are for!

Ah, but back to John…

…who has remarkable penmanship

by the way, &

if the flask empties

before Happy Hour, you roll with it–

that 5 o’clock Shadow

works wonderfully well,

& subtracts nothing

from a sunny day, ’cause it isn’t as if

stubble reflects.

©Karen R.

Related: Ghost Writer

Daily Prompt: Ghost Writer (archive)

 

 

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