Chickenscratch
April 12, 2015 
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I am prisoner
and warden
writing (life) sentences
without
mer
sea.
dribs & drabs of ink splotch:
Pollack, Rorschach, &
Woodstock…
©Karen Robiscoe
Stop Watch
April 10, 2015 Comments Off on Stop Watch
Q: Alice Little why’d
you wander
after rabbit
falling under
lepas lure
was it wonder
or waistcoat watch
that led you yonder?
A: Neither, nor
I tell you plainly
led me forth
it was mainly
rabbit feet
I find them dainty
besides the fact
they’re lucky—ain’t they?
Q: And when below
you quaffed in quarts
abandoned potions
cakes, and tortes
growing tall
and shrinking short
was that prudent
before Queen’s court?
A: I must agree
my judgment failed
when aromas
nose assailed
delightful scents
made senses bail
–excepting cakes
they proved quite stale…
Q: and what about
Mad Hatter’s fest
that you attended
on your quest
empty-handed
was that best
from uninvited
party guest?
A: In retrospect
I should have skipped
the gathering
or brought some dip
but in defense
my ass was kicked
from all that happened
on my trip.
©Karen Robiscoe
Popped
April 7, 2015 Comments Off on Popped
skipping thru
bubble gum culture in a fog
ponging and bonging ears
–hair drugged up on Peroxide
an’ so high
it buzzed bee-hive high
her cover—jealous, so she
gave her face its fix, too
tying off flab by the dime roll
spank you very much
because soda pop bones
break with the smallest provocation
©Karen Robiscoe
Poem Platters (opt.)
April 5, 2015 Comments Off on Poem Platters (opt.)
Poetry’s a party
with soul.
Paper invite
writ on wool.
emoted, noted, spoken, coded
a load of odes,
or so I’m quoted…..
a bon vivant
who’s on a role…
a Bard’s a card
who cuts the stack.
Top to bottom.
King to jack.
jotted, blotted, thought & plotted
hot in spots,
if she’s besotted…
a raconteur
to shuffle pack…
Tale Tellers
crochet weave.
Darn a yarn
of make-believe.
distort order without border,
knit two-bits
into a quarter…
a priceless stole
of all perceived…
a Melody’s
the sounding bell.
Wordless note
of notes that knell.
nixing, fixing, and remixing,
harmonies
that every pitch,
is suited with
a lyric meld…
©Karen Robiscoe
prompt: yarn
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