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Gard~en~twine

March 23, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Gard~en~twine

duck_rabbit
 
in the energy field of all that is

we are crop circles

shaping humans

the same as clouds scud sky

I see a horsie!
 
 
by miraculous manicure

–it looks like a duck to me

clever clipping

it all comes down to math

primordial pruning

a strawberry landscape from

Jesus Scissorhands

ink–is the Word that comes next…

His tractor rigged with surf racks

(4)

Deere John Baptist

who boogie-boards his perceptions nearby

a cosmic sea cresting & crashing

hedging

foam into form

that best resembles Einstein’s silhouette,

each harvest

contingent on conditional

fallow or fortified

energy.

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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and the Kitchen Sync

March 21, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on and the Kitchen Sync

note_sincle
 
He is Georgia

on my mind

the one near Russia

dba Graceland,

the tourist attraction Graceland

the Mississippi,

log-jammed

West Virginia

Rocky Mountains to scale

and hey, I’m a globe trotter–

he’s England & Paris, too,

run riot

He is the desert

and the reason the desert exists

and the Cee

a big splash

the stars

the asterisks kind

and the sun

and everything under it…

the mUse

reams of parchment

and the music

sorry, Casey!

He is the rapids of

Crazy River

up ↑ stream

black water.

©Karen Robiscoe

wordpress daily prompt: soul-mate

 

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Riviera Paradise

March 19, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Riviera Paradise

ocean heart

Her name is Barbara–

tho’ I call her Babs

–I tell you she’s a peach…

her outlook sunny,

and fulla bunnies,

mostly on her beach…

She’s small,

and neat–

and dresses well–

but doesn’t let that stop…

her fun outside,

she likes to ride,

her mountain bike to top…

of any-any,

peaks a’plenty,

she has a room with view…

a southwest facing,

all-embracing,

posture she assumes…

Yes, Babs a Saint!

a gentle friend,

the best in all the world…

a wild-tiled

–not too styled–

beach and mountain girl…

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: why my town ROCKs

This is a little ditty for my city of Santa Barbara. I “adopted” her decades back, and can tell you emphatically, it’s the prettiest beach in all of Cally–and I have fostered a few. Hope your Thursday has distinct Friday qualities, and thanX for schtoppin’ in …

POETRY, SB BEAUTIFUL, VERSE
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The Back Story

March 18, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on The Back Story

Jack_and_Jill
Jill and Jack

were unskilled hikers,

were in fact

yuppie bikers,

got off track

ascending pike–

–near giant crack in mountainside…

Jack fell down and wounded pride…

couldn’t stop his giant slide–

–descending hill on bum,

he bit it,

cussing dust

as hard

he hit it,

beyond all pail

was spew he spit–

–it proved to be his epitaph…

as crown he wore was spiky hat…

and shifted from his brow to back…

piercing spine–

–of life he lost it

on curs’ry climb

passed farm—

he bought it,

no nurse nearby

to tally cost,

before applying tourniquet…

the only way to check the jets…

of blu’ish blood that Jackie bled–

–and now Jill’s

forced to tend the daisies,

left behind but when it’s rainy,

she declines because she’s lazy–

–and absents self for reasons Jillion

not least of which

is brand-new pillion.

biker_chick

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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Prose & Chauns

March 17, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Prose & Chauns

leprechaunguin

It’s not that odd

to write a poem

on this day of Saints,

feeling keen—in my green

fluorescent body paint…

 ♣

It’s just that God

is never home

–but below pickin’ clover,

$ making bail $

for wayward “Gaels”

the CHP pulled over…

 ♣ 

The silly sods

they shouldn’t roam!

Though alibis abound…

as rev’lers will

downplay their swill

to save a trip downtown…

  ♣

They’ll holler fraud!

They’ll blame the broad!

They’ll fault their buddy Sean…

to drastic measure

> leaps a leper <

shirking off his Chaun…

 ♣

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE

Colorful Language

March 15, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Colorful Language

Box_of_notes
 
Silence papers the world

and going off-road, I

blaze a trail,
 
 
–an artful route…

twisting tongues open,

& popping them like champagne corks,

rapping them like catch-up bottles,

shaking them like seltzer

–foregoing the childproof ones—

for gaudy gaieties,

glittering bitters,

& glossy philosophies…

mixing & melding & varnishing all truths

–as abandoned as Pollack

with invisible paint–

temporary dye that wears off

the instant its exhibited,

since once

“viewed”

this audio art

can’t be unheard.

‘Cant be unsaid

–can’t be deleted or erased–

just blacked out time and again;

painted over with more whimsical intonations

that eventually chip away,

–sooner if a second-hand buyer

searches for a bargain bin masterpiece

under layers of

specious

speech.

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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‘Better Brush

March 14, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on ‘Better Brush

tirasometimes you crave

chocolate cake

death by chocolate

but can only find

a Lifesaver

(between couch cushions)

dusty buttered rum

that sucks

and you still want cake

but you eat that Lifesaver, anyway

–stomach turning.

POETRY, VERSE
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