Tag Archives: poetry

the Nanny Diaries

pops in

what if Mary Poppins

crashed a different family

on western range

would that then change

the practice of that nanny?

what if that

umbrella’d gal

wafted down in Super Cal

with PABA spoons

and surfing tunes

in place of rhymes banal?

& what if Poppins

also dropped in

amid a brood of outlaws

would Billie’s Kid

contain his Id

with fragilistic chalk draws?

Could spoons of sweet

de-spur his feet

and expial his docious?

would banks keep bucks

and sweeps lose luck

if Poppins

were precocious?

 

 

 

 

Rabbits Can’t Read

book_shelf

Is Dewey•Dismal?

Did Briar•Lie?

about the lay

of future files?

was thicket sticky

like

Dewey’s

digits…

did Briar

lie-cense other

tickets?

the answer’s yes

resoundingly,

since Dewey failed

astoundingly,

a system so

confoundedly–

intricate and full

of sh*t

most everyone

avoided it,

>including<

wily

Briar Rabbit

& thus when

PC age was born,

that Dismal•Dew

was

pulled

from

drawers

–those narrow kind–

too long &

next,

Google You

rerouted

text.

©Karen Robiscoe

Intel

ran-some

My computer

printed out a note

–irregular font, and poorly aligned–

it told me

it was holding

my brain hostage

and demanded

I leave

unmarked digits

at PayPal,

a HotSpot,

& external

Ram Drive

for a quick getaway..

ha,

I fooled it,

I went right through Amazon.

Karen Robiscoe

Ponyboy

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRON's CHATTER

it’s B.S.

for P.S.

corralling my day

I’m full-growed

& my load

of books

R a weight

the cool kids

in school sit

grouped in the quad

the stoners

& loners

in the parking lot

the jocks

& the soc’s

& the greasers

out back

the jocks run the bleachers

the greasers—the track

the geeks

practice Greek

& tease you in tones

& the band

lends a hand

with back-up trombone

the queue

to get food

is where I now stand

a-mid-point returned

to where it began

& my Freaky Friday

don’t know where I fit

with teachers

in lounge

or

Breakfast Club mix.

Karen R.

daily prompt: Freaky Friday minus 1 freak

prisms…

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

Introspective

day begins

looking glass

that’s deep within

microscope

to magnify

the passing day

to central

I

but what if

window

redirected

intensity

of light reflection?

opened up

to BreeZe & bEEz

could focus grow

would locus be–

outside-in

& faceted

a sparkling view

& glass-less

lens

would vista change?

would spirit grow?

dropping cloth

on inner show?

It’s hard to see

but maybe so.

Karen R.

daily prompt: the mirror cracked

gr8 formuLa

gr8

no pain, no gain’s

a common phrase

& intimates

the trade-off pays

a tit for tat

in fair exchange

since tat for tits

is lingerie.

& GR8 tho

lace is

it can’t replace this

axiom enduring…

as hard-won ends

are better than

the given—

while assuring

you can

achieve

the things you please

with studied application

’cause fortitude’s

an

~attitude~

& basis of GR8•ation.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: Pains & Gains