You are the BIG ride.
the one you have to be
/——————————-/
^^that high to ride^^
(and I was, I definitely was)
at least when I got in line, I was…
and we’re aligned.
in line
online
byline
&
–through lines–
aligned…
©Karen Robiscoe
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Timbre
March 8, 2015 
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covering licorice
whip lashes
‘neath a
(mo)
hair shirt,
I
waterboard
champers,
its evanescence
unobserved
in my
blackout
Google glass
(es)
and like a felled tree
–ingredients for circulars–
these unremarked bubbles
pop without sound…
©Karen Robiscoe
Ship Shapes
March 8, 2015 Comments Off on Ship Shapes
After a lurvely stroll at the strand, this seemed the perfect time to re-dip the tootsies…happy “sun-day”, bloggers!
Holey Sheet
March 7, 2015 Comments Off on Holey Sheet
don’t meet your heroes,
if your heroes are ghosts,
you’ll find they are shy
of the traits you like most,
to start with
departed
don’t even have hosts–
no heart,
and
no parts,
and
no spark
to their glow…
No shadowed reflection,
No pose for the lens,
No dewy complexion,
No, ghosts aren’t good friends
–just shades
that can blind you,
these specters
remind you,
of ends that will
find you in time…
to vex you,
and hex you,
and often
annex you,
since ghosts need a soul to survive…
so next time
a frisson,
makes your eyes
~glisten~
makes your ears
>listen<
recall…
ghosts are for busting,
and sometimes for cussing,
but never for trusting,
at all.
©Karen Robiscoe
Last Step’s a Doozy…
March 6, 2015 Comments Off on Last Step’s a Doozy…
you can slip–
fall into love…
a cradled cat
~strung along~
a tightrope walker,
giddy with fear…
a clothes-lined,
walking wound
–which bandages–
(like hammocks)
(and cradled cats)
(and safety nets)
lack
proper
construct.
©Karen Robiscoe
Full Moon
March 6, 2015 Comments Off on Full Moon
Don’t be half-assed
(about anything)
Be ass whole…
©Karen Robiscoe
Blank Sweet Blank
March 6, 2015 Comments Off on Blank Sweet Blank
where is the area
cows like to nap?
chickens to roost?
ladybugs flap?
the one
that you run to,
stretch at,
and bat?
a site
that’s well-lighted
>vacant or not<
& fragrant
with bacon
the breadwinner brought
& basted on fires
kept burning so hot?
a place
that’s unmatched
–but found
when away
a space for your heart
–to call it a day
a’state
–that has gates
but never a saint?
a locale
that’s free–
yet nothing to note,
a castle for he,
but still her abode,
a stead
where your head
has bed
& zip code?
what’s that?
do these hints
make you want
to explode?
I’ll close, then,
the prose, when
you figure out poem
–work it out now
or bring
it on home…
©Karen Robiscoe
It’s been a while since I wrote an idiom-based poem,and in the course of writing a different home poem–an adage-based poem, oh wink wink wink–this one kinda worked itself out. ‘Hope you get a kick, and for the riddle-me-thisser’s out there–the Where’s Waldo’ers?–here’s a chronological list of idioms referenced…
- ‘til the cows come home
- chickens come home to roost
- ladybug, ladybug, fly away home
- home run
- home stretch
- home plate
- lights are on, no one’s home
- bring home the bacon
- keep the home fires burning
- no place like home
- home away from home
- home is where the heart is
- home free
- nothing to write home about
- a man’s home is his castle
- a woman’s place is in the home
- homestead
- homework
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