Opportunity
knock-knocks
hard
on wood
and asking
who’s there?
it round-houses me
…
knocks me for a loop
…
ignoring the knocker,
and with that same
opportunistic fist, too
…
…
> the punch line <
apparently.
©Karen Robiscoe
Tag Archives: humor
–Until You’ve Tried It…
March 13, 2015 
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Move Earth (& Heaven)
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
Merry•I•am•Websters
March 11, 2015 Comments Off on Merry•I•am•Websters
pre•tent•ious = airs you put on before camping
wis•dom= why is dumb in this
emotion isle dysfunction = unrequited love
spin•ach= prima donna allergy
multi-fauceted = dual showerheads
piquing Tom = angry peeping Tom
gird your thoughts – spanks your thinktank
hat rack = handicap
and remember, if you ever want to rest, don’t climb Everest…
Cape Fear
March 11, 2015 Comments Off on Cape Fear
a door mat–
she tired of the
Bull,
and turning it around
~morphed~
into
mat•a•dor.
(easy enough, the bitch was well-read)
Grabbing that
Bull
by the horns, she–
hold up! it isn’t cliché as all that–
ahem.
<
(take 2)
Geographically challenged,
how was she to know she was
in
Pamplona?
©Karen Robiscoe
Lil’ Rough…
March 10, 2015 Comments Off on Lil’ Rough…
is there a fair way
to swing?
(one that isn’t sub-par?)
One that’s holy?
Let me think on it some more…
Let me Mull again….
…
ahh.
yes.
(there is)
but only the Green remember
the gallery having long
since
nodded off…
•⌋
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
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