May 8, 2014 
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under guise
–and in furor–
meet my eyes
in the mirror,
I’ll surprise
you still nearer,
when you Nod…
As you rest
~I will spirit~
in abstract
you will hear it,
in your ears
like a lyric,
you forgot…
In a dream
* and a vision *
missing scheme
minus schism,
the unseen
side of prism,
can be sought…
By the wise
> in reflection <
this surprising
connection,
will escape
all detection–
by the Gods.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 8, 2014 7 Comments
Everyone needs
to own a red car…
with drop top
and torque
and room for rock stars–
with woofers
and tweeters
and spinners galore–
with pick up
performance
and four on the floor–
with seats made
from buckets
and engine that roars–
like moment in time
that red cars are for…
Yes, every last one of us
needs a red ride!
a corvette
of crimson
is passage in life.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 7, 2014 3 Comments
Getting over you…
…well, it’s just a piece of cake.
Each and every day.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 7, 2014 18 Comments
Traveling one day,
from point B to A
a backward relay
–passing letters…
Glancing at C
Lighting up D
those artful graphemes
just got better…
I sent out an E!
No F words, but G!
Just look at these things
they’re so squiggly!
H, I, J, K…
and JK is great!
What L indicates
–when you’re giggly…
M, N, O, P,
was operative, see
was best M O D
for an answer,
to question Q posed
since Q‘s one of those
letters P goes with
for standard…
The rest of my trip
went by so quick
before I knew Y
I was sleeping–
‘catching some Z‘s…
before a repeat…
As right after A
there’s B keeping!
©Karen Robiscoe
May 6, 2014 2 Comments
shenanigans
🙂 a giggle fest 🙂
best in show
&
word’s that’s best
kicK→ing shins
of all the rest
in syl•la•bles
that promise test
of
/ limits /
~humor~
–holding breath–
a *buzzered* hand
in fidget jest
a chuck on chin ↑
that points to chest ↓
a jiggling
wriggling
term for mess–
that’s planned or spurred
–and lessens stress.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 4, 2014 3 Comments
Greeting your neighbor
used to involve
a wave of the hand
and pat of their dog
a quick game of Frisbee
or shared trip to shop
a compliment paid
for a gardening job.
But these days
the neighbors
are harder to know,
>ears plugged for sound<
<head wired to nodes>
the head nod–
*a spasm*
the grin
a gum show 😀
eyes glued to digits
smart phone aglow
and sure, these progressions
have google to boast,
but I prefer contact
without a web host,
as tangible presence
beats giggle/bite ghost
the hearts interacting
not keypunched,
♥ ↔ ♥
but gold.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 1, 2014 8 Comments
There’s degrees of
songs & singers–
so much, I’ll make a list,
when we’re through
let’s both review
& see what I have missed.
There are those that need
~enhancement~
* auto-tune *
& helping hands,
there are those that
bleed song writers
back-up singers
& their band,
there are those that
feed on scandal
freaky clothes
to scream I’m glam,
& those with
stupid handles
geeky pose
& marriage plans
there are those who
make good money
putting Phony
next to Gram
and those that
belt out covers
of another
band with fans…
But sometimes
there are singers
–be it fella, be it dam–
who sing it acapella
And to them
I give this hand.
Since like a writer
~writing~
acapella is pure voice
no falderal
to song at all
but words!
(My tune of choice)
©Karen Robiscoe
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