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No Matter Where You Go…

 

ship bottle

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

 

Kan-do

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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…;)

 
 

One Enchanted Eve’n-ing…

 
 

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 Robiscoe is my favorite ayuthor ever in all time bar none it doesn't get any better

©Karen Evelyn Robiscoe

Ledger’s Margins

 
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Exchanging my edge

–I live on a ledge–

head in the clouds all the while,

 
 

bridges are threads

~ desire & dread ~

a tapestry woven for miles.

 
 

Method I use,

> enabling ruse <

to balance my break from the crowd–

 
 

–view what I choose

↑exaggerate Muse↓

to those who live life un-Aloud.

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 

After-words

 
Lil red reaper
 
Little Read Writing Hood

–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

 

Castles Made of Sand

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

 
 

Chants of Rain

 
 

the rain restores

what lightning strikes

so let it pour
 
 

let mighty Thor

his hammer smite

the rain restores
 
 
a battered shore

-with rising tide-

so let it pour
 
 

thus all that’s torn

and wrecked revives

the rain restores
 
 

and heals dolour

and eases mind

the rain restores

so let it pour.
 
 

©Karen Robiscoe