I biked to station–
–mastered staring
tickled lips
my old bits aering
‘tracked a Nord
and hung in place
before rejoining
rodent race..
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: trip
Tag Archives: humor
dba Moonlight
January 8, 2015 
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Workin’ at clerkin’
a skill that I’d master
an artform
that’s patently
blatently
vaster
than rifling papers
or handling
cash
or picking up phones
as drone paid to answer
FAQs from the masses
at bottom of
“latter”
I’d climb up
those
r
-u
–n
—g
—-s
like peers that predate me
as fast as I could
but don’t try to rate me
I’d square up with light
in energized weight, flee
mind-numbing work
much sooner than late, see
if Einstein could do it
what might my fate be?
Else I’d choose
buildin’
to (round out)
my profile
constructin’ the frameworks
and layin’ the tiles
since hammers and nails
are still somewhat vital
and carpentry’s prideful
to take on as title
besides my friend Jesus
could back up my bio.
©Karen Robiscoe
La-la-la-la…I can’t hear you
January 4, 2015 Comments Off on La-la-la-la…I can’t hear you
He broke up with Christmas
because he hated
Carol,
who then broke up with Christianity
because she loathed
hymn–
the odious Mel….
with his heavy meddle,
and icky leers….
he
~in turn~
loved everything animated,
teaching her to hate
‘tunes….
though she did
refrain
from noting this.
(an’them so pretty)
Tell me,
wont you
ditty
do her
a disservice?
©Karen Robiscoe
Ship Shapes
December 31, 2014 Comments Off on Ship Shapes
I’m fashioning an arc
.kuh.
to ford the gravy sea
–should I find it—
as I’ve bean in the Navy
a while now, endive got to
break away
(from that bunch)
on account it’s driving me bananas!
(B-A-N-A-N-A-S!)
those nuts raisin hell in
ten huts is cramped & a
state that no longer a-peels…
too many potato–
–I’se weaving lemongrass
(for my gravy boat)
to rig & reinforce
the hull of it
(it’s berry strong)
shallot leek anyway, d’ya suppose?
if I beet it with cane,
or squash it against the grain,
or cast off only for the rubber duckie to turnip missing?
(AWOL–like me)
just barley I yam certain,
~if at all~
since the carrot
took to make was
stew-pendous!
stone stew-pendous!
and could double as
a
~radish~
(at any point)
and if I’m hungry, why
I’ll celery sail any day of the week.
©Karen Robiscoe
pointillism by Diane Robiscoe
noun \ˈtäp\ noun \ˈten\
December 21, 2014 Comments Off on noun \ˈtäp\ noun \ˈten\
In the end
the trend
for definition,
deserves a poem
of recognition–
–words researched
in top position,
10-of-10
without omission..
a legacy,
a heritage,
a “what the…”
Websters
merits it
—nostalgic look
thru rosy lens
–OO–
at terms
that stopped short
cautious pens,
an innovative
brand-new-take
on quois
(collective)
je ne sais‘ed
the X factor
that went amiss
~not a Ms.~
(like feminists)
a cultured
Zeitgeist
lookee-loo
at words
that stumped both
me and you…
And sure
some hunted
surreptitious
assuming
—writely—
nunya business
but trying
4 autonomy
–on 2 left feet
seems
dumb to me–
a hop,
& skip,
insidious,
a bound-to-trip
–perfidious–
presentation
of the FAQs,
as questions rash
are those
unasked,
a spiral
toward
morbidity
–is speech
that rues
validity–
so query,
Google,
follow links,
yell if needed
ere you ink.
©Karen Robiscoe
The bolded words are more adventurous than the rest of those employed in this ditty, and what’s more, were the top `10 most researched words on Merriam Websters in 2014. My personal favorite in this list is je ne sais quoi, but I can’t put my finger on why exactly…oh wink wink wink–borderline facial tic. It’s been a slice. Here’s to 2015…
Blooming’dolls
December 17, 2014 Comments Off on Blooming’dolls
Rose is cozy
in her bed,
crown of thorns
beneath her head,
leaves behind
no trace of blood,
staunching stem
with packs of mud.
Daisy’s crazy
so forlorn,
peddlin’ bits
from top–now torn,
entertaining
love or less,
puts the stress on
Daisy’s tress.
Glory’s hoary
late at night,
more sub’dewed
in morning light,
purple hue
like Jimi’s haze,
sees her through
her Glory days.
Bella Donna
disses dawn,
sleeping deep
till glare is gone,
dressed in black
at dusk—her eyes
–dilate to
twice their size.
Poppy’s sloppy
sleepy girl,
dropping off
she’s dead to world,
shake won’t wake
just rattle brains,
channeled where
she feels no pain.
Lily’s willies
mark her grave,
–manner & her
wish to wave,
banners bidding
you adieu,
wreathed & ribboned
final view.
©Karen Robiscoe
Fashion Sense
December 15, 2014 Comments Off on Fashion Sense
droppin’
bonnet
(with a B)
discardin’
tricky hare
(QT)
strainin’ ears
thru fine-tooth
comb
re: sievin’ sound
of dressy poem
– – – – a burstin’
seem – – – –
to top my hocks
below the
~belt~
by unput socks
caught on hem of
denims
d
-o
–w
—n
neat as seat
of trousers ’round
shirt kept on
with rolled-up cuffs
hidin’ aces
well enough
handled soft
as kiddy
(gloves)
fit just so
& just above
birthday suit
that’s where to start
to cover up
a misplaced
♥ heart ♥
found on sleeve
near poker hand
concealed cache
for magic man.
©Karen Robiscoe
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