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harmony of the planes

Charron's Chatter

gee tar

what if we really ARE just strings

~as some eggheads hypothesize~

tapestries of teeny tiny strings


(good-egg heads)

and teeny tiny frets

(with strut)

and back-up band?

–and God!–

(isgood backup band!)

hummin’

(human)

née

strummin’

(strewed, an’)

left to mold spin off

LPs?

(derivative = in His image)

brought to

…um…

you, courtesy of the

G-Man

> on G-tar <

(plus free sky miles)

that’d be somethin’ to

woof

&

tweet about!

(replay)

accord,

a family–

a note,

a lone–

a harmony,

heaven–

a crescendo,

death–

and reverb’

~what comes next~

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: harmony

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Lo, Lo, Lo…(L)

a day early, and flush…;)

Charron's Chatter

I met a guy named Chuck

His middle name was Les

And when it came to having fun

that Chuckles was the best

His Gig was feeding Gulls

A Chor tle birdies crowed

tickling ribs & slapping knees

Chuck scattered funny bones…

He whooped it up with cranes

guffawed with every wren

that Merry Men hee-hawed & then

cackled once again



prompt: chuckles

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Poe’ts Haven


 
I take Crow

for a walk

(off-leash)

–every, every day—

and lately?

Lately I wonder if my

boomeranging companion

isn’t just wingin’ it
 
 

isn’t impersonating a bat

impersonating a superhero

impersonating humility

in a grand sort of way

humility, and oh

–Nevermind

caws the Crow

Nevermind

(just you…)

Nevermind

I always do, though,

and that’s why

I bell

mountain lions

Belle big kitties

to have a running start

(at fight or flight)

though I flat out don’t

–fly—

anymore

–run–

anymore

–fight—

anymore

‘cause I’m newly

seeking

Bears.

I carry bear treats

for

the Bears

I rarely find

(and find so rare)

since bare bones

is just

a typo

and gristlies

scream for

gummi,

and I’m all

about the gummi

these days,

chewy, gooey

gummi

most days

–anyway.

 

Rib Ticklers

if you’re out of your mind

–are you on a head trip?

why is your knee joint

a jerk—

but your elbow joint funny?

if you simmer funny bones

–do you get a laughing

stock?

it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to tell you the

definition of skullduggery shouldn’t be

underhanded.

 

Catching Nemo

Charron's Chatter

clown / anemone (ish)

Anemone

is anime

anonymously

(into me)

>onto me<

and fond of me

an amphipiron entity

–whose tenancy

has tendencies–

toward mutual identity…

Phenomenal

affinity

& legacy

of chemistry…

Proprieties

beneath the sea,

illuminates totality…

a harmony

quite heavenly

>for all that it’s biology<

a tendril friending

finned fishy

is fail-safe

& seaweed-free…

a calming frond

in frantic sea

Atlantic, Pac’

& all between

host mise en scènes

of empathy…

boast symbiosis salty-sweet

~show decency~

for you & me…

©Karen Robiscoe

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Otherwise–it’s Ordinary

every poet

needs a

Moose. . .

a stampeding

Winkle

to Rip

lid

from the

Bull.

 

every writer

needs a

Mouse. . .

–a pen pal

that clicks

just like a regular pen

–off and on–

guaranteeing

electrifying

output.

 

every wordsmith

needs a

Moos. . .

since having cows

is part of

it

–a process

of moon jumps

that define

bovine inspiration.

 

every artiste

needs a Maws. . .

a >^^<

that couldn’t

curse her

–note extraneous

“e”

(for electronic)

ubiquitous

hitchhiker.

 
 
 

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