Tag Archives: poetry

J-Pegs & Spam

 

I do not like
j-Pegs in Spam
I do not like them,
Selfie Cam.

right_kit

Would you like them
with a link?
would you click them
from an inc.?

left_kit

I would not like them
in a link
I would not click them
from an inc.
I won’t download
to Pad or Pod
I do not like j-Pegs,
by God.

right_kit

Would you like them
in cartoon?
Would you like them
then or soon?

left_kit

I do not like them
in cartoon.
I do not like them
then or soon.
I do not like them
live or canned
I do not like them,
Selfie Cam.

right_kit

would you like them
with an ad?
would you follow
trending fad?
I do not like them
in an ad
I would not follow
trending fad.

left_kit

would you,
could you
click a BOGO?
click it! click it!
remember YOLO!

right_kit

I would not,
could not
click a BOGO,
I would not
could not
because of YOLO,
I think that
most attachments stink
now leave me be,
that I might think!

left_kit

You may like them
if you try
you may like
to waste your time…

right_kit

I would not
could not
click a link
I would not
could not
from an inc.
I do not like them
in cartoon
I do not like them
then or soon
I do not like them
in an ad
I do not like
a trending fad,
I do not like them
with BOGO
I do not like them
last YOLO
I do not like
J-pegs in Spam,
I do not like them,
Selfie cam.

left_kit

©Karen Robiscoe

3 Hour Tour

deserted island

I stowed away

with castaways

got lost for days

just floatin’

drifted to

a green lagoon

on pontoon

saved from boatin’

built some huts

with bamboo struts

with coconuts

for shingles

caught a sow

for dinner chow

and held luau

to mingle

of ladies three

the pedigree

the richest she

was older

while hourglass

defined the lass

(the tits and ass)

that smoldered

the girl next door

in shorty shorts

she wore

her tresses plaited

baked some pies

to please the guys

–a partner shy

of dating

(a walking check)

(an intellect)

(the boss of wreck)

(and matey)

since hull was toast

we lived on coast

composing SOS’s

the theme of show

for year or mo’

but which show,

can you guess it?

©Karen Robiscoe

Spell it Rite

witchy

by honey comb

and brush of Sage

I smoothed a hairy tale

by breaking dams

with teardrop wand

I wendt beyond the Pale

by teaching trees

the way to be

by learning

dance from plants

by shading in

the missing Bits

between the pith

and branch

by curtain calling

shadow sHowS

by listening to night

I Paged the strangest

leaves of Change

& rectified

a rite.

witchy me

©Karen Robiscoe