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I’m Ply

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I have the phattest verknack…

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I coin phrases

that are

money

not much, because society

write—thinks they can

and undervalues what they read

not what they see

Simon says

not what they say, so

Speak-and-spell

but lately

I speak a language

I no longer understand,

dreaming of meaning

I shoulda wrote down

and by rote—know.

the adds between

S & M

destined

for subtraction.

the Arc of it

rainbow sun cloud_ssh

Sunny & Misty lived in the blue

–yonder, beyond where

you & me do,

united, the combine arrived

every day,

Mist colored rosy by Sun’s

warming rays,

and after the rise

of rays, and the rose,

 

Misty dispersed

on air’ends she’d go…

hov’ring above where Sun liked to stay

beaming and burning, lighting the day

and as seasons passed

the duo renewed

flowers with showers,

piercing Mist through

lightning so striking

it traveled on breath,

that Sunny exhaled

deep from his chest,

together as weather they’d fashion

a bow,

a piping of striping to make their

reign glow,

and though some might posit

the dyad ill-paired,

–connected collective

commanded th’ air.

Needs Indirect Light

flowers_with_butterfly
 
she was a helluva gURL…

a thought.com

posting cultivated
 
 
 
–man your gonna love this–

crop.

(don’t expect sh*t)

‘planting light bulbs that seldom grew,

but appealed to glow worms

on Display

(night crawlers)

all the same,

rendering loam the hardier,

and gURL, too.

‘grafting fan to CD

rom

-antics to insure garden variety

(the Normal document gone missing long since)

while precluding greenhouse effect

‘raising Cain in that controlled

alt delete

environment, and no China Wall,

bull-headed she–

(as gURLs can be Spicy, too)

confused sugar

with

flower

fairly consistently.

Wood Eyelashes

the log-in my “i”

–it’s jammed in a bottleneck–

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

SOS…you see.

©K. RobisKo

Note: it bears mentioning this haiku is all about the innuendo–rather than “in an Endo”. In 17 syllables it incorporates: scripture, Zeitgeist reference, homonyms & multiple double entendre …;) PD irresistible to this tongue-in-cheek gal.

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