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2 ¢

June 7, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on 2 ¢

If 1 of my senses

must be impaired,

I opt for the common

since common’s not rare,

keeping the extra-

-sensory close,

perception’s the tool

I rely on the most.

if 2 of my senses

were taken away,

the next would be

text book,

oh aye, & oh neigh

my horse sense would

canter up to the block,

and though I liked riding

I’m okay to walk.

If still yet another

sense would be lost,

incense is the sense

I’d certainly toss,

’cause fresh air is better

–it never needs lighting

is smoke free and sweeter

and much more inviting.

by Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: senseless

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Bard Between the Lines

June 6, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Bard Between the Lines

me imprison
 
Library police

bust offenders for

un·seamly acts, they

profile

mal·contents

in the most

forward manner, they

target
 
 

The Borrowers

more than a little, they

pose no burning questions whatsoever

–just tick off index

before booking them into

Library Jail…

a bad ending, to say the least

a Page Purgatory populated

by career speed readers,

whose readout is overdue nevertheless

by textbook losers, bye

chronic book mark·ers, by

bloated pieces of work with

bad ink & dog earrings,

in the write ear

pretty much exclusively.

©Karen Robiscoe

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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

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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

 

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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

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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

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Mort…u Weary?

May 29, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Mort…u Weary?

R_I_P_gravestone

Ever notice how

rigid Mort is?

It’s like he’s

6 feet under,

already…

I combed his toes,

taggin’ ‘em

gave his

cat a tonic,

a lil nip

and his bull head

room

& he never batted an eye.

©Karen Robiscoe

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