
grapes can
press into wine
& whine…
swill-dry-drop raisin
-hell’s fine
just fine…
smash into jam
that don’t bind
or grind…
yet clustered
and clumped
on the vine?
¿ di Vine?
they sour a vintage
to brine
each time.
¢Karen Robiscoe

grapes can
press into wine
& whine…
swill-dry-drop raisin
-hell’s fine
just fine…
smash into jam
that don’t bind
or grind…
yet clustered
and clumped
on the vine?
¿ di Vine?
they sour a vintage
to brine
each time.
¢Karen Robiscoe

U-hauls,
&
Big Rigs
&
Pick up Beds tied,
I see ’em in transit
and wonder the
~Y~

is
it heart ♥ song,
or heart ♥ ache,
or hard ♠ luck,
<they’ve boxed>
do they leave
or arrive?
are they open
or locked?
Are those personal
knick-knacks
wrapped careful
in tissues?
or bric-a-brac-broken
& tossed in like Issues

yes, I wonder
I do!
when those
moving trucks
→ pass ←
if Broke Hearts
de-Reason
de-Parts are aMassed.
©Karen
if God is a poet
–and I’m sure that He is
I wonder the number
of writings are His
the number of verses—
there must be a Google!
a quantum dynamic
since God isn’t frugal
each verse
threaded through
with star- composed lines
coiling through black
God likes reverse type

the planets
are graphemes
with meteor
tittles,
the comets
are commas
the asteroids
spittle
the galaxies
chapbooks
the novas
their end
to one text of many
sky writing God penned…
Lucy Above
>once<
agrees this is so
I got really high, once
and met Her below!
K Robiscoe
♦
if Witches mis-spell
and Muses
don’t rite…
if curtains can’t draw
would darkness alight?
♠
if hearts fail to sing,
would eyes
skip their dance…
would lyrical voices
be silenced by chance?
♣
if wind stopped caress
and chatting brooks
muted…
would forks in the road
turn to knives as they routed?
♥
if sunnier
outlooks
are closer than skin…
then radiance true
← looks out →
→ from within ←

©Karen Robiscoe
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Mustang liked Pinto
like primer likes paint
drove to a drive in
4 Ford-able date
piston to cylinder
both a V-8
4 on the floor
made 16x great
and RPM later
the Pinto Gas-Tate
upset the muscle
as after the wait
offspring was hybrid
but MPG great. ![]()
a beetle bug
and monster truck
thought they’d
have a little fun
revving motors
connecting plugs
then after sparks
a Baja Bug!
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iPhone
had a bone
to pick
with mobile scheming
staged a meet
with GMC
boom! A Smart Car preemie…
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Car-en Robiscoe .;)
My
“Once Upon a Time…”
has fallen in the crapper–
My
“Dark and Stormy Night…”
the truer
Ever After–
My
“Sunny Day tomorrow…”
a weatherman prediction–
My
“Humor from the Gallows… “
the truth behind the fiction.

prompt: reality, really
that happened to match the DP
of…wait for it…
o the irony©Karen R

Maybe we are all just part of the Godhead
each one of us—
cells in His body,
the cosmos: His plasmic soup
the planets: His bones
the stars in your eyes: His eyes
all stars, I mean, since He’s built a little differently, I think,
–pulsing with stellar energy & Pearly Gate-orade–
I’ll bet God gets His licks in at the gym!
Maybe His moles are our cancer,
and don’t get me wrong,
moles are lovely—
Marilyn’s & nocturnal, both
(I like ’em anyway, even if they’re more 7-year-scratch than itch, since who’s to gauge beauty, really? Isn’t all Life beautiful? Part of the greater whole, the mole–
part of the Godhead,
but hey,
someone’s got to go.
Cells regenerate to stay dynamic
in all bodies
great and small, and moles are infamously deep cover.
Maybe the Einsteins
Keplers
and Hawkings
are part of the Godhead brain,
and
Van Gogh
and
Mozart
and Debussy…
Dickinson,
Poe
and
Pollack….
maybe they are
part of His
♥
He’art.
©Karen Robiscoe