October 31, 2014 
Comments Off on Choosing my Religion
the thing about
Buddhists
8 path is complete
down to
>minutest<
best way to be
we know what the
truth is
Siddhartha’s no sheep
we’re not
absolutists
but stand on 2 feet
still none of us
feudists
no grudge do we keep
foregoing the
~ruthless~
still waters
run
d
-e
–e
—p.
©Karen Robiscoe
October 29, 2014 Comments Off on Battle of Sinners & Saints
she embedded her
mettle with Mike.
embattled, she needed
his spike.
to drive through the dragons,
that just seemed to hang on,
inflaming the worst in her life.
emboldened, she met
them at last.
emblazing the beasts
from her past.
all tolerance ended,
with might she expended,
destroying the curse that harassed.
empowered, she let
down her guard.
embarking–emotions
uncharred.
since scars can be breastplate,
and harbor the deadweight,
of dragons that live in the heart.
©Karen Robiscoe
Note: the title is a tribute to Joe Bonamassa & his awesome jam. The poem itself references Archangel Michael, one of my all-time favorite angels. Today is Michaelmas, a holiday honoring him that fell by the wayside. If you’d like to read a little more about him & this celebration, please click this link:
SO for the inspiration…
October 26, 2014 Comments Off on Colored Contacts
Black & white,
is quite all write,
when penning any verses…
but world sans,
a rainbow band,
is bland and quite accursed.
Yes, light’s destroyed,
in blackest void,
& white –though bright—is empty…
but hue I choose,
to shade unused,
can fill it full of plenty.
By purest chance,
I’ve kept my glance,
the color of first blush…
with rosy specs,
all grey deflects,
surrounding views as flush.
I’m in the pink
–and so is ink–
behind my fuchsia goggles…
my wordy rows,
a different prose,
since world view has toggled.
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: local color
October 25, 2014 Comments Off on Another Name for Poesies
begonias go
the way being gone
goes…
geraniums
geronimo’ing
sooner than you’d think
(for such a ♥-y bloom)
and days of daisies
know doubt
2
…
some kinda’ blah
(those blossoms)
>without graft<
and assailed
every switch way
by bounding azaleas
–themselves missing
morning’s
glory
…
and yet.
Vines twine,
and
tulips
*kiss*
falling open
to
emanate
eminently good sense,
a rhythm of jasmine
my jazz hands
can clap to
>in time<
blues
bella
that rings better,
truer
and
tonier, also,
(as it carillons)
as if Quasimodo himself attends–
all hunched back, and one-eyed, and hearing impaired
…
while orchids jest
with the best of ’em
didja know–
I kid you not–
and lilac’s luck won’t lie
not flora minute
since
~mortal~ sin
freesia bones
…
its myrtle zinnia
coming only
with sage.
©Karen Robiscoe
October 10, 2014 Comments Off on Spare Change
a tempered pan,
is better than,
a pot without protection…
transforming singe,
of food within,
to tastier confection…
while change can be,
the coins you see,
in couches where you settle…
but change in bulbs,
is beaut·i·ful,
& underpins most petals…
and shifting states,
might make you quake,
when turf you tread is shifting…
but higher peaks,
beneath your feet,
will render views uplifting…
to morph is strange,
and tests your range,
your tolerance for growing…
but worth a try,
so butterflies,
within yourself start showing.
©Karen Robiscoe
October 7, 2014 Comments Off on gOOd point
I’ve posited
that positive’s
a better way to live…
a truer view,
than bluer skew,
that sifts you
like a sieve…
a gift not
fully tangible
but manifest
in “did”
in deeds to do,
indeed construe,
the glass half-full
–it is!
©Karen Robiscoe
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