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Mort…u Weary?

R_I_P_gravestone

Ever notice how

rigid Mort is?

It’s like he’s

6 feet under,

already…

I combed his toes,

taggin’ ‘em

gave his

cat a tonic,

a lil nip

and his bull head

room

& he never batted an eye.

©Karen Robiscoe

Twelve to One

a monkey thang
 
years later

> at the schoolhouse <

I come to learn that

Chinese jump rope’s made

in America,

that freeze tag’s

a photo

and that

hopscotch

is fermented,

–sold at

monkey bars

(just a hop, skip, and backwards alphabet away)

to the swing set

(grills on the right & boys line the surf)

who

teeter

&

totter

and eventually

catapult

(like a really well-done shotput)

beyond non-regulation B-Ball hoops,

3 Wall racket ball,

and torn chain-link

holding it all together

while Mary—

old-fashioned Mary,

Sweet, muddled, old-fashioned Mary just goes ‘round

(and round)

(and round)

playing hide-and-go-seek like to make an astronaut dizzy

G-force, you know, as

the steepest slide affords

a different kind of thrill…

©Karen R.

Poplar Opinion

bare_tree

…veneer sandpapered away,

an unvarnished me

(wood)

tell you most logs

in your eye

ring hollow

(wood)

concentrically tell you

–the whine filling

these not-wholes

is cheap as chuck,

(wood)

tell you there’s too much of it, too,

whinO’s paradise

sticky sweet sap which

lack of pith

(soft-core)

is a pity

–and rust that blights–

all

me trees’

(wood)

tell you this phyl’um should

zip it

or at the very least

stop carving trunk unilaterally,

(wood)

tell you initials are enough—

not an entire

recyclopedia.

Save

paper-

-less is more…

©Karen Robiscoe

swooOOoosh

trophy_w_ribbon_1

tri-umph

to do it

(just do it)

try—

umph!!

Pour a little get up and go

(on it)

add a lil somethin’ somethin’

(to it)

put a little extra

oomph

(in it)

in everything you do.

Grab that blue ribbon—

that A—

that gold star standard….

to hell with

limbo

(ing)

set that bar.

©me

harmony of the planes

gee tar

what if we really ARE just strings

~as some eggheads hypothesize~

tapestries of teeny tiny strings

(good-egg heads)

and teeny tiny frets

(with strut)

and back-up band?

–and God!–

(is good backup band!)

hummin’

(human)

née

strummin’

(strewed, an’)

left to mold spin off

LPs?

(derivative = in His image)

brought to

…um…

you, courtesy of the

G-Man

> on G-tar <

(plus free sky miles)

that’d be somethin’ to

woof

&

tweet about!

(replay)

 

accord–

–a family

 

a note–

–a lone

 

a harmony–

–heaven

 

a crescendo–

–death.

 

and reverb’

. . .

~what comes next~

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: harmony

Stairway to Heaven–in 12 Steps

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
 
a Cath’a’holic,

I crave my Christian fix

(massive opiates)

the cross on my back

(blood-thirsty)

so burdensome,
 
 

and the Eucharist

so stingy—

(genuflect as needed)

–it’s crackers!

(I wine)

crackers—

save

holey Jeez…

©Karen Robiscoe

♥ of g•Old

Pduck_rabbitulling adult hood

around baby face,

I remember velvet

teen years,

when I knew heh-v’ry-thing

and life was plush

–totting up triumphs,

and sowing oats instead of

sewing button eyes

back on

and carin’ was only

kidding around…

©Carin’ Robiscoe