May 17, 2014 
Comments Off on Hokey-Spokey
I can fit in
>when I’m bidden<
but the truth is I don’t.
Since the midden
is where fittin’
can be hidden
for most.
♦
So I dance to
my percussion
tappin’ lyrical
beats…
Jokin’ hokey
never pokey
skippin’ rules
by the feat.
♦
I can foot in
if I’m wooden–
I can go North ↑
or South ↓
but by nature
nomenclature
could be deemed
foot-in-mouth.
♦
©Karen Robiscoe
May 17, 2014 9 Comments
I’m putting on my blinders
turning off my blinkers
shutting down my headlights
no grander deeper thinker
↓
I’m settling for blander
deleting back to blanker
lockering my longing
quelling rooted hanker
↓
It must have been a blunder
to bellow flame inferno
the rumbling no thunder
the lightning just a Sterno.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 16, 2014 6 Comments
Does Saint Pete
tweet,
ya think?
or does he book the face…
‘Scheduling date
for meting fate
somewhere out in space?
Is he Linked in
are you Linked up
as colleague or connection?
If not now
then Holy cow
do it ere inspection…
It’s obvious
–who faces Book
though few have Him as friend,
God on High
is final guy
to potshot at your end…
©Karen Robiscoe
May 15, 2014 Comments Off on Roll with It
Towels!
A wondrous invention,
they have so many uses!
for drying off
warm,
fluffy,
enveloping
for cleaning up
ragged,
soaked,
stained
and for tossing in
trunks,
hampers,
rings
paper working just as well…
in that last instance.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 14, 2014 2 Comments
a Writer’s palette is self.
Life-colored Hues
daub
grey canvas–
–yours.
Delicate or bold,
a Writer’s white admits black–
–animating Nothing.
AKA everything
rendering Dynamic masterpieces
that shape shift
to Hat size.
©Karen Robiscoe
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Wash Day (originally published: Handful of Dust, vol#7)
May 10, 2014 5 Comments
when life has been unkind
–and waves engulfing me…
I tack rewind to find
–sublime
the brine of ancient sea,
when life has been unkind
–and I
find it hard to be…
I tack rewind to find
–the line
of squall–in scrawl recedes…
when life has been unkind
and eye
of hurricane alee…
I tack rewind to find
–high tide
and storm will never meet.
When life has been unkind,
I tack rewind to find…
©Karen Robiscoe
May 9, 2014 2 Comments
Solitude’s
an attitude
it isn’t rude
but practice–
of truth denude
in interlude
to muddle
thru the madness.
In this respect
a disconnect
is no neglect of faction,
nor mutiny
but scrutiny,
producing
new abstractions..
©Karen Robiscoe
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