lose
AM
(i)
from
BE
an’
C
…
C if that
am-bi-ance
doesn’t suit better.
(note: for you wordsmiths out there I’ve employed a variant spelling–though legit!–for ambience)
Tag Archives: poetry
Keepin’ Kitty
May 18, 2015 
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There are consequences
consequences to cat walking
~~off leash…
on dog beach, especially;
the spare dogs being the least of the cat’s problem
Birds are the problem.
Phoenixes, particularly.
(the wake of Immaculate Vultures)
Bred from
unbordered bonfires,
(set by dry D.O.C. drunks)
these hybrids of Fire & Spirit
have a taste for uncradled cats.
and that’s skipping the
murder factor entirely–
Crows circling nearby
> on the wings of a thousand clichés <
grimly reap
any
pray
–so long as it’s alive–
(and resistin’!)
assisted
by the grimmest raptor
still…
Portent-Us owls
& strictly messengers for
RSVP—these birds invariable lateness is a
synchronicity, as the fallout
of chronically tardy folks proves substantial.
©Karen Robiscoe
Dry Fly Toast
May 17, 2015 Comments Off on Dry Fly Toast
Marge
–the bookworm–
fell asleep
(reading Kafka, incidentally, but that’s neither here nor there. Forced to say: it was mostly there)
you couldn’t blame her
she was pupa
(gave an inch that seemed a mile)
and upon waking
found
herself in
a no fly zone.
(SWAT team at the ready)
Imagine.
A onetime caterpillar in a no
butter fly
zone
(pain in the nectar, really)
so
she
compromised
~Margarine~
so ©opyrighted it isn’t funny
(well, it’s a little funny)
🙂
Karen
Holy Hitching Post, Batman!
May 16, 2015 Comments Off on Holy Hitching Post, Batman!
the Penguin
married Poppins–
–and Batman: Dracula,
the one was due,
2 shaded views,
the other
—maculas–
impaired by light
the Darkest Knight
went bats for pointed tooth…
Wonder Boy
went on to wed
–his Bread–
and what a wedding!
until the toast,
when guests disposed,
of bride with tasteless spreading…
(no big surprise)
since super-size
of bride begat baguetting
Mr. Freeze
dug
feline sleaze,
–the woman known as Cat
but pose she struck
was frozen stuck
when ice-man dropped to knees,
a sculpture that–
–graced punch bowl at
the rites of fellow thieves…
the Ridd’lah next,
wrote witty text
for vows employed in lieu…
but lost his wife
who failed to cipher
words to say: “I do”…
no punchline sung,
from twisted tongue,
just teleprompted clues.
yes, Batman and
prime-time brigands
–had lives off TV set–
that packed a punch
¡KAZOW!
(and lunch)
though Joker’s still on deck.
©Karen R.
Miens to an End
May 12, 2015 Comments Off on Miens to an End
No kidding
I need kid gloves—
not boxing–
spiked
or
> open-ended <
the hand hold
deuces at best…
dependent on
far too many
wildcards
–bluffing skills, mainly
fake it ‘til you make it
poker face
no wayfarers, though
mouth guard
tic ~ talk goes the clock
and
venue.
B.Y.O.E.
©Karen Robiscoe
ped: I cure
May 11, 2015 Comments Off on ped: I cure
eschew the beaten path
–that’s a given–
pavement is for pedestrians!
People in
penny loafers,
pretending at progress, & perusing their pose in patina;
puh-leaze.
‘wouldn’t want to be in their
–a’shoes. a’shoes, a’shoes–
God bless me very much, or at least 3x over.
Favor the shoulder instead
(despite its frigidity, it’s an intermittent necessity)
It hosts the
ball.
besides
It cradles the
soul.
reliably.
and hey. If none of that floats your boaters,
bare foot.
(yes, bare it)
walk on coals, and
blaze a trail of your own.
©Karen Robiscoe
Context is Everything
May 5, 2015 Comments Off on Context is Everything
I’m all mixed up
jumble
–drawin’ a blank
scrabble
–cant seem to find the right way to say
word find
opposing views don’t always need such vehement expression
cross words
such expression can go over the top
hangman
be misconstrued
bee miss Spelled
turn 15 minutes into
black magic squares
render sentiments into
re’sentiments
aka
Ghosts.
©Karen Robiscoe
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