April 14, 2016 
Comments Off on for the jackets I wear
storming out, I packed
carefully even so…
cranking that Top 40
platinum disc:
Heart Song
to box, bag, tag, and mark by–
snapping fingers to replace skipped beats
storing a LOT
in public storage
making up words I didn’t know
stashing too many suitcases
under eyes
a harried-go-round
tempo•rare as twice in a lifetime,
&
the rest I carried on…
prompt: suitcase
April 10, 2016 Comments Off on Miss and a Swing
Mis Placed
was lost
unfound
and tossed
a turn she didn’t tack
surprising, yes,
to Mis Direct
given her verknack
it took
unshaken
faith to
take on
unexpected route
and so Mis Stepped
at first, but next,
she circled roundabout
and home Ward bound
a Way that wound
in fashions found in Roam
not haute couture
but warm nurture
was Atlas that led home.
Karen R.
prompt: misplaced
January 3, 2016 Comments Off on iFashion
the final line
of clothes design
equates to tops and bottoms,
to frame or hide
the you inside
flaunt ‘em if you got ‘em…
and if you care
what duds you wear
you must accessorize…
some frippery
or stitchery
to make you stylized.
and baubles come,
and baubles go,
in terms of got to have–
from jeweled nose
to topless hose,
to elevate the drab.
forward now
to day at hand
the thing that all must own,
is not a spangled~
~cuff or bangle
oh no, it is a phone.
if you’re unsure
about allure
I cell, well, kill those qualms
you’ll quash all doubt
next time you’re out
if you look up from palm.
©
daily prompt: fashion must-have
July 11, 2015 Comments Off on Shoo in…
My sole mate
is the only shoe I’ll ever need–
so I’ve tossed all others
over telephone lines
in swinging graffiti
without peroxide, or maybe a little, he
tingles me from
tippy tops to
toes
…..
invigorating most runs, he
under•stands my arch
sez
and never pinches
even when I’m wearin’ green
or knot
(the lace)
he has no heel whatsoever,
but plenty of platform, he
is trendy as all get out
every every day, and
I do–
walking a crooked mile
to wear he is.
a
flats out
ball.
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: soul mate
March 19, 2015 Comments Off on Riviera Paradise
Her name is Barbara–
tho’ I call her Babs
–I tell you she’s a peach…
her outlook sunny,
and fulla bunnies,
mostly on her beach…
She’s small,
and neat–
and dresses well–
but doesn’t let that stop…
her fun outside,
she likes to ride,
her mountain bike to top…
of any-any,
peaks a’plenty,
she has a room with view…
a southwest facing,
all-embracing,
posture she assumes…
Yes, Babs a Saint!
a gentle friend,
the best in all the world…
a wild-tiled
–not too styled–
beach and mountain girl…
©Karen Robiscoe
prompt: why my town ROCKs
This is a little ditty for my city of Santa Barbara. I “adopted” her decades back, and can tell you emphatically, it’s the prettiest beach in all of Cally–and I have fostered a few. Hope your Thursday has distinct Friday qualities, and thanX for schtoppin’ in …
March 12, 2015 Comments Off on Move Earth (& Heaven)
If I were pressed,
to change address,
you bet I’d move to Hades…
I like to grill,
but hate the chill
–of Heaven—
it’s so shady!
Too much cloud,
& boring crowd,
since funner folks are edgy…
Abyss has lip,
from which to flip,
a Pan-made
inbuilt levee…
Yes, every bit,
of time in Pit,
is chance to lounge on shore
–of River Styx–
the crux of which
are handy tools for s’mores…
So, pack it up,
& pack it in
and save a spot near pyre…
we’ll swap yarns
of ghosts, and warm
our vanities at bonfire.
©Charron
daily prompt: moving
March 1, 2015 Comments Off on Fine Print
Don’t ask if I’m all right
unless
it seems as if I’m left–
fielding tosses
‘makes me cross
and skews the level stress–
turns resolve
to “be the ball”
to futile, fumbled quest–
‘makes me peek
in glass to seek
my worst instead of best.
Don’t ask if I’m all right
unless
my parts are clearly broken–
it makes me doubt
what I’m about
it’s better if unspoken–
it tries my will
it makes me ill
this self-fulfilling notion–
it worsens hell
when you can tell
I’m going through the motions.
Don’t ask if I’m all right
because
the answer’s always yes
I’m fine
I’m great!
there’s no debate
there’s nothing to profess…
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: what Q gives you the heebie-jeebies
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