February 7, 2015 
Comments Off on …on a Crutch
My Uncarved block is scored with ruts
just like my 8 fold path,
My Dharma wheel has popped its nuts,
Its inner tube gone flat…
My Star of David wanes its wax,
and cross is in the shop…
My Yang and Yin completely black,
since Buddha Belly-flopped.
My rosary is thick with thorns!
and chalice full’a brine,
My Eucharist is stale, and pour—
fermented 2 buck wine…
©Karen Robiscoe
January 20, 2015 Comments Off on Jenga (has left the building)
It was Odd Jenny found herself in Petri’s fishbowl, but whoop, there she was–
shortcomings multiplying like
Rabbits
and everyone knows rabbits can’t swim–
the lacking, lucky paw lacked Web-bing, and was hacked anyway
an equal 2 Bits, you know, and Maps of Bits…
any remaining, luckless paws flaunted as rues
a Hugh•mungous failing–according to Hugh
an e•Greg•ious error–as far as Greg was concerned
though Himself was somewhat poorly hewn, and Greg, well–Greg. Him was so often confused with Crag, what difference did it make if not rappelling?
repellent
and quite Hein•ous (in Heinz-eye) but nevertheless re•Markable to Mark’s mind…
a soon to be he-she, Mark dba Marcia didn’t count
while in Mike’s view–croscopic as it was, Jenny•Jenny was purely pore,
spinstering tails from her own tuff•it as the Odd Miss did…
kinda her wheelhouse
Yes, things were Max•i•mized, and hung upside down
in the Window
–plucked–
(a la Chinatown, to mix references)
when Miss•Odd•Jenny
got whacked by the
boy’s Club.
©Karen Robiscoe
January 9, 2015 Comments Off on Pumpin’ Irony
I biked to station–
–mastered staring
tickled lips
my old bits aering
‘tracked a Nord
and hung in place
before rejoining
rodent race..
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: trip
September 14, 2014 Comments Off on Tomato * To-maht-oh…it’s still Ketchup
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.
♦
September 10, 2014 Comments Off on Silver Lines
the sun still shines
on cloudy days
in silvered lines
define
~the haze~
the sun still shines
its warmth behind
in hidden rays
in silvered lines
bedewing clime
where sight is razed
the sun still shines
though grand design
is shadowed maze
in silvered lines
of sky
and phrase
the sun still shines
in silvered lines.
©Karen Robiscoe
September 10, 2014 Comments Off on p-inK sHades
A book is like a photograph,
stilling life eternal,
in page preserved,
through written word,
captured truths—but kernels… 
With long-range lens,
and shutter speeds,
the sum of facts collective,
of angle chosen,
& moment frozen,
is viewpoint that’s subjective.
Telescopes & microscopes
Kaleid in scopes mosaic,
dynamic mix,
of words that click,
that magnifies prosaic.
Like Polaroids,
of time gone by,
cut & paste to montage…
The focus rests,
with authoress,
who captions ink collage.
©Karen Robiscoe
Note: I crashed a “creative non-fiction writing” class at our beautimous SBCC–a top-rated junior college here in SB (it isn’t in SD!) and am positively entranced with the definition of what constitutes “creative non-fiction”. Memoirs…essays….all subject to that fickle beast o’ memory & perception, it is really a broad term. Anyway. It inspired this ditty…which is, BTWs, absolutely true….:)
September 7, 2014 Comments Off on Common Cents
if any-any
thoughts were pennies,
you bet I’d think a lot,
& Sparkletts jars,
would board this bard,
just on second thoughts.
If nickels rained,
for every bane,
that finds itself repeating,
I’d play the slots–
*4-nickel pots*
because I’m kind of greedy.
If dropping dimes,
amassed in time,
I’d gladly be the fodder
with secrets told,
I’d roll like gold–
those dimes until they’re dollars.
Yes, at all costs,
I’d balance books,
and turn clichés around…
with bottom dollar,
& prudence proper,
& pennies for a pound.
©Karen Robiscoe
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