Tag Archives: free verse

Poker Tells

June 6, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Poker Tells

booksmall

stories need readers

–but reading’s not static…

the saga that’s sensed

depends on schematics,

since lines read

and minds read

are different in layout,

the reader in

need of

perception to say out—

–loud what the tale is,

the plot, and the premise,

though tea leaves

perceived

prefer pots & tempest,

and runes strewn

are no boon

without a clairvoyant,

as lined palms

want shaman

or else just annoyance…

while books and

the looks on–

–faces are altered,

by author

> of either <

not reader,

nor watcher,

since what’s

“loud and clear”

can act out a riot,

and “it” reads

like weeping,

if doubtful–just try it

yes, reed is the

~mouthpiece~

for writing on wall,

the fine print

bears squinting,

or don’t read at all.

©Karen Robiscoe

FREE VERSE, POETRY, VERSE
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the Log•in my I

June 4, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on the Log•in my I


 
eye made a mistake, eye fixed
 
 
 
 
my spectacle

(s)

my Shade

(s)

my 3D vision

(s)

seeking to replace the write eye

that was log-jammed, and irksomely would•he

with rat pack finesse.

~the left I established long ago~

exchanging shattered glass

(still)

kaleidoscope colorful

& loupes

(still)

daring & dizzying

& faceted view

(still)

reflecting the million seen

(s)

for unsplintered lenses…

dangerously flimsy, but there were no contacts

fitting horn rims with

double convex,

rhinestone detail,

& tortoise shell

plus choke-chain lanyard,

& while this fresh outlook

is ordered…

or· gone ·eyes

is glaring in magnified detail…

is stylish, mirrored, & polarized…

like a blind man’s

is bi, tri, and my focal

exclusively

it’s shuttered my

3rd eye

in Coke bottle

goggles,

safe, but pointless

and

eye

can no longer

see.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

FREE VERSE, POETRY, VERSE
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Pun (ish) Meant

June 3, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Pun (ish) Meant

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

I run with Edward Scissorhands

>>>>>

a paper without rock…

and Wet old Willie

makes me frilly

curling my card stock,

while timing out

< releases <<<<<

a second rule: 2

the grimace made

from glut & paste

sticks my face like

. glue .

I displace so well with

others

(though)

a spilling MILF in tears…

a bundled bunch

of out to lunch

a pretzel–side of fear.

©Karen Robiscoe

FREE VERSE, POETRY, VERSE
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Geometrie de Deux Erreurs

May 31, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Geometrie de Deux Erreurs

box universe

time and measure

disagreed,

about the length

a year would need,

to feature seasons

days and weeks,

to round the sun

and at what speed…

stars

time contending

three-six-nine,

accommodated

moon and tides,

leaving room

for set and rise,

of sun although

just trick of eyes…

stars

measure wanted

something less,

three-six-oh

seemed measure best,

a textbook circle

no excess,

tried and true

and fully blessed…

stars

alas, the loop

was shy of goal,

despite the truth

of circle whole,

it missed the mark

to stall at pole,

a shortfall, sure

but fixable…

stars

while time itself

ran well beyond,

the starting point

was there and gone,

throwing off the

dusk and dawn,

quittin’ early,

going long.

stars

so calendar

was called to solve–

the proper rate

a year involved,

how long the earth

took to revolve–

around the sun

and made the call…

stars

three-six-five

was deemed to be,

the flawless mix

of time and reach,

it formed ellipse

and perfectly,

a fabric wave

in cosmic see.

©Karen Robiscoe

orbit

FREE VERSE, POETRY, VERSE
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Twelve to One

May 29, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Twelve to One

a monkey thang
 
years later

> at the schoolhouse <

I come to learn that

Chinese jump rope’s made

in America,

that freeze tag’s

a photo

and that

hopscotch

is fermented,

–sold at

monkey bars

(just a hop, skip, and backwards alphabet away)

to the swing set

(grills on the right & boys line the surf)

who

teeter

&

totter

and eventually

catapult

(like a really well-done shotput)

beyond non-regulation B-Ball hoops,

3 Wall racket ball,

and torn chain-link

holding it all together

while Mary—

old-fashioned Mary,

Sweet, muddled, old-fashioned Mary just goes ‘round

(and round)

(and round)

playing hide-and-go-seek like to make an astronaut dizzy

…

G-force, you know, as

the steepest slide affords

a different kind of thrill…

©Karen R.

FREE VERSE, POETRY, VERSE
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Poplar Opinion

May 28, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Poplar Opinion

bare_tree

…veneer sandpapered away,

an unvarnished me

(wood)

tell you most logs

in your eye

ring hollow

(wood)

concentrically tell you

–the whine filling

these not-wholes

is cheap as chuck,

(wood)

tell you there’s too much of it, too,

whinO’s paradise

sticky sweet sap which

lack of pith

(soft-core)

is a pity

–and rust that blights–

all

me trees’

(wood)

tell you this phyl’um should

zip it

or at the very least

stop carving trunk unilaterally,

(wood)

tell you initials are enough—

not an entire

recyclopedia.

Save

paper-

-less is more…

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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swooOOoosh

May 26, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on swooOOoosh

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tri-umph

to do it

(just do it)

try—

umph!!

Pour a little get up and go

(on it)

add a lil somethin’ somethin’

(to it)

put a little extra

oomph

(in it)

in everything you do.

Grab that blue ribbon—

that A—

that gold star standard….

to hell with

limbo

(ing)

set that bar.

©me

POETRY, VERSE
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