when “real” & “lies” are sorted
you sort of realize…
Lies distort
while real lies
in distant ports unsordid…
where sword & spear don’t spar
since travelers there
are well aware
that where you go
you are…
©Karen Robiscoe
we’re all so fully fallible–
our foibles→ refillable
>inborn & instill-able<
–accept it
–to the syl•la•ble–
Enjoy it!
Make it
$ billable $
As facades
>though employable<
are fables for the
~flappable~
both sappy &
/ implacable /
a go-to for the
p l i a b l e
a fallback
that’s detestable
unviable & liable
to render tender
* jest-able *
as bending truth is
^ laughable ^
& also Google trackable
exposing like Pinocchio
a posing braggadocio
a –nose—so—long→
it’s joke–
–ay?
Yo!
<
(deep breath)
…while frontages more facile…
Will prove that you’re no asshole.
©Karen Robiscoe
(facile—American pronunciation…;)
At loose ends,
God fashioned Adam
first of Men,
from über Dad
and finding gaps,
then added Madam
—Brink of Night He carved from Rib,
giving her a whittled fig’
an “hour-glassy” scrimshaw chick…
Despite the paring – —
–Madam grappled,
(hidden urges)
banned in chapel,
& after sharing
♣ Adam’s Apple ♣,
ditched his Pip to kiss a Toad
–who as most know from lore of old
can alter Toad’s genetic code…
Since well-disguised
• by warty outers •
resided prince with
~ morphing power ~
trumping Airs
of diner dour
–whose table manners lacked noblesse–
needed breeding and finesse
a want for which she sought redress
to move as maid
from biased Garden
to flyest pad & lily pardons
where dual acts are not regarded
with views unkind & spirits hardened
–and thus when Madam
>made from ribs<
kissed her Adam’s
nemesis
it made Dam glad that this exhibit
did in no way Adam
mimic
a truer pairing –
almost mythic!
–was
♠ Eve of Night ♠
&
♥ Prince of Ribbits ♥
©Karen Evelyn Robiscoe
–wrote a lot
it did her good
writing of a day gone by
explaining
why
she lost the guy,
and how a maiden
mostly good
would trade her halo
for a Hood……
a cowl that without a priest,
is frightening—to say the least
since only creeps
will hide a face,
that reaps the spoils of human race,
writing off, with little trace
–beyond a page
in formless Book
that predates Kindle,
E, and Nook
and reads like fiction
–saving grave
>epilogue<
on Final page.
©Karen Robiscoe
Eye am that the seen
unique to me–will last.
Live in Spired dreams
sailing weaves
– words as my mast
Eye am that the seen
–greener than green
> future & past <
live in Spired dreams
built on beaches…
–beaches of glass–
Eye am that the seen
tragic & sweet
wanton or chaste
live in Spired dreams
merging with Stream
beyond the Morass
Eye am that the seen
live in Spired dreams.
©Karen Robiscoe