Tag Archives: poetry

iFad: the Internet Will Never Catch On

November 4, 2014 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on iFad: the Internet Will Never Catch On

penning gold

Chalk is bored–

unused, ignored,

set aside

& stuffed in

drawers–

reduced to

outlines

sketched

on floor–

erasers

chasing

lead

no more–

the Number 2

now Number 4

a broken tip:

“don’t buy before…”

all precious stubs

just torn

at door

 

the ballpoint’s

tossed

the point there

~lost~

its clique

not chic

at any cost–

protected pockets

needed

not–

melt to skins

to cover

OPS

since clicker’s

quicker

Bic’s closed

shop…

 

–papered Windows

selling ads

androids, iPods

and iPads

geared toward

students

one-day grads,

wrapped in reams

love

Mom& Dad,

obsolescent

same as that–

toasted Post-it

writer’s black.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

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Random Observations

November 3, 2014 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Random Observations

eff

welcome to facebook—an oxymoron

 

saltless saltines = Justine. A bad crack-ah.

 

Q: do Christians eat lamb?

 

Born Agains–Die Harder

 

Q: how did the pharmacological student feel at commencement?
A: adder-tude of grad-i-tude

 

Land of Nod = where church is

 

if you don’t care whether you become limber doing yoga, take karma yoga.

 

if you undercook your soy product, don’t worry. it’s only tempeh-rary

 

why isn’t delight belight? It sounds just the opposite of what it is…I’m belighted to see you, ergo so sad & delighted when you leave…

light bulb

 

 

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Choosing my Religion

October 31, 2014 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Choosing my Religion

no cross

the thing about

Buddhists

8 path is complete

down to

>minutest<

best way to be

we know what the

truth is

Siddhartha’s no sheep

we’re not

absolutists

but stand on 2 feet

still none of us

feudists

no grudge do we keep

foregoing the

~ruthless~

still waters

run

d

-e

–e

—p.

©Karen Robiscoe

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Battle of Sinners & Saints

October 29, 2014 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Battle of Sinners & Saints

mike_angel

she embedded her

mettle with Mike.

embattled, she needed

his spike.

to drive through the dragons,

that just seemed to hang on,

inflaming the worst in her life.

dragon
emboldened, she met

them at last.

emblazing the beasts

from her past.

all tolerance ended,

with might she expended,

destroying the curse that harassed.

dragon_reversed
empowered, she let

down her guard.

embarking–emotions

uncharred.

since scars can be breastplate,

and harbor the deadweight,

of dragons that live in the heart.

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 
Note: the title is a tribute to Joe Bonamassa & his awesome jam. The poem itself references Archangel Michael, one of my all-time favorite angels. Today is Michaelmas, a holiday honoring him that fell by the wayside. If you’d like to read a little more about him & this celebration, please click this link:

Blessings on Michaelmas

SO for the inspiration…

 

 

 

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Colored Contacts

October 26, 2014 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Colored Contacts

pink-shades_reversed

Black & white,

is quite all write,

when penning any verses…

but world sans,

a rainbow band,

is bland and quite accursed.

 

Yes, light’s destroyed,

in blackest void,

& white –though bright—is empty…

but hue I choose,

to shade unused,

can fill it full of plenty.

 

By purest chance,

I’ve kept my glance,

the color of first blush…

with rosy specs,

all grey deflects,

surrounding views as flush.

 

I’m in the pink

–and so is ink–

behind my fuchsia goggles…

my wordy rows,

a different prose,

since world view has toggled.

pink-shades

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: local color

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Another Name for Poesies

October 25, 2014 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Another Name for Poesies

flowers_with_butterfly
 
begonias go

the way being gone

goes…
 
 
 
geraniums

geronimo’ing

sooner than you’d think

(for such a ♥-y bloom)

and days of daisies

know doubt

2

…

some kinda’ blah

(those blossoms)

>without graft<

and assailed

every switch way

by bounding azaleas

–themselves missing

morning’s

glory

…

and yet.

Vines twine,

and

tulips

*kiss*

falling open

to

emanate

eminently good sense,

a rhythm of jasmine

my jazz hands

can clap to

>in time<

blues

bella

that rings better,

truer

and

tonier, also,

(as it carillons)

as if Quasimodo himself attends–

all hunched back, and one-eyed, and hearing impaired

…

while orchids jest

with the best of ’em

didja know–

I kid you not–

and lilac’s luck won’t lie

not flora minute

since

~mortal~ sin

freesia bones

…

its myrtle zinnia

coming only

with sage.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

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La Bottom Me

October 18, 2014 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on La Bottom Me

>Bottoms<

I got ’em–

booty, belled, and buck,

the latter

don’t matter

I got wicked luck,

the former

~a fine one~

in

middle one

tucked

with

up one’s

and out ones

and those made of rock—

this last one

a past one

an end to hard knocks,

the first is,

what thirst is,

at taverns and pubs…

between which

a road ditch

to rattle your hubs,

there’s barrels

*unsterile*

of perilous pears,

ingestion

in question

and best to

>beware<

like signs

mined

in sand

—lines—

best not to cross,

at own risk,

you’ll skip this,

trip coming at cost…

in end what–

is best butt,

beats deep in your chest

a love from

your heart’s bum

is better than rest.

beating_heart

 ©Karen Robiscoe

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