Tag Archives: poetry

Ship Shapes

pointillism fruit

 

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\

mini me

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.

penning gold

©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

roses1

Rose is cozy

in her bed,

crown of thorns

beneath her head,

leaves behind

no trace of blood,

staunching stem

with packs of mud.

daisy4

Daisy’s crazy

so forlorn,

peddlin’ bits

from top–now torn,

entertaining

love or less,

puts the stress on

Daisy’s tress.

morning glory

Glory’s hoary

late at night,

more sub’dewed

in morning light,

purple hue

like Jimi’s haze,

sees her through

her Glory days.

poppies

Bella Donna

disses dawn,

sleeping deep

till glare is gone,

dressed in black

at dusk—her eyes

–dilate to

twice their size.

o_donna

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.

lillies dammit

Lily’s willies

mark her grave,

–manner & her

wish to wave,

banners bidding

you adieu,

wreathed & ribboned

final view.

 lillies

©Karen Robiscoe

 

8 is Enough

Blue_godmother
 
you 2

can celebrate

the 1 god
 
 
 
a 3-some

so holy

it be 4 Noble Truths

astride 4 apocalyptic horses

–found in the Torah’s 5 books—

avoiding the

sick

6th

sic

mistake

of

devil worship

filling 7 bowls

with 7

wrathful grapes

pips included

prior to embarking

on that ∞ ly folded

path to redemption

* ticks off fingers *

well, folded

at least

8x,

I was

never good

at math….

©Karen Robiscoe

Never say Never

nunofthis

I never want to miss

the now

nor second stroke of lightning

not boiling pots

not mindful thoughts

nor goals met quite untimely

If that were so

I’d rather go

to Never-lands more likely

 

I never want to challenge death

nor wait upon tomorrow

no ducking love

nor bridesmaid gloves

nor lending things to borrow

if that were state

I’d pack suitcase

and never know such sorrow

 

Yes, “never” word’s

a bitch, I’ve heard

a gauntlet said not traveled

since “never” prate

seduces fate

and Nature wins most gambles

in future then

be wary when

the never word is babbled.

Karen Robiscoe

prompt: never say never

 

idioms used–or–Where’s Waldo:

Now or never

Lightning never strikes twice

A watched pot never boils

never mind

Better late than never

Never-never land

Never say die

Tomorrow never comes

Tis better to have loved & lost than never to have loved at all

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride

Never a lender or borrow be

Ray-Bans

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
meeting some people’s eyes is bruising

socket shiners

windows to mud-streaked souls
 
 
all blind spot

whether stripping

(or)

cracked

blackout lids

you see too much

glancing blows

(that)

splinter

& fracture

spitting shards of pane

phreak house phantasmagorias

pupils

>the dead kind<

that learned stuff no one needs to see…

©Karen Robiscoe

the Other Gold

coins_2

I’d give thanks,

if in my bank,

the funds were made of time…

No more lament,

of days ill spent,

all loans repaid at prime.

Yes, glad I’d be,

if money tree,

was seeded past and present…

with futures phat,

returning that–

I’m king instead of peasant.

I’d then increase,

my inner peace,

investing self per diem…

with kindly acts,

no tit for tax,

no tithe to cryptic scheme.

Just har-mony,

e•ter•nally

enriching all I see…

I’d stock unsold,

this wealth like gold,

bestowing shares for free.

With that accrued,

I’d pursue, too,

another purse to ration…

the love inside,

all humankind,

is thing I’d view as cash–

–and let it rain,

on IRE or pain,

un-til the bleeding masses…

were healed in heart,

alight from dark,

by payday love advances.

ker_pounding_heart

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: unlimited funds