Tag Archives: poetry

After-words

 
Lil red reaper
 
Little Read Writing Hood

–wrote a lot

it did her good

writing of a day gone by

explaining
 
 
why

she lost the guy,

and how a maiden

mostly good

would trade her halo

for a Hood……

a cowl that without a priest,

is frightening—to say the least

since only creeps

will hide a face,

that reaps the spoils of human race,

writing off, with little trace

–beyond a page

in formless Book

that predates Kindle,

E, and Nook

and reads like fiction

–saving grave

>epilogue<

on Final page.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Puttin’ on the Dog

 

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

a barker at market

marketing parkas

told me to park it

beneath his marquee…

Remarking my burqa

was yesterday’s jerkin

and hurtin’ for certain

the way I’m perceived…

Shaking out tunic

in shaking down movement

he barked that most sheiks

are taken with frayed

–fringes and edges

as long as alleged

unraveling hems

are finest of suede…

Then trading my jacket

in bartering racket

before I could counter

my coat was replaced,

by fast talking honcho

hawking pseudo-suede ponchos

to passing by pawns

showing poor fashion taste.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Pan’s Posture


 
U can’t get mad at faeries,

especially demon faeries,

it isn’t good for anyone concerned…

no, never.
 
 
It’s not as if it’s the demon faerie’s fault.

Luci in the Skiff with Demons

assigns as she will

an’ that’s all there is to it,

particularly if a faerie gets the business end of the Pitch’

(the big Pitch)

as the 8th circle

as residence

is an eternal ass pain

& makes one quite sidewise, for all the precognition, cheap knock-offs, and flattery

as anyone in the 7th circle has already told you, I’m sensing

Q: when are 2 circles 1, yet infinite, and still only part of 9?

A: see Dante…
 
 
It isn’t as if a demon faerie doesn’t do good while she’s here, too,

along with the requisite # of shenanigans

–spritely activities to spite that Pitchy Bitches intent–

but the end justifies,

doesn’t it?

well, maybe
 
 
But you can’t look for nobility in demons.

You can appreciate the extreme duality a hybrid represents, however.

chiefly 1 on 1

since 2x the trinity

is 6, and—well, you see where I’m going with this

>not in Bedrock, anymore<

to Hellywood & Back because that’s beside the *points*….

Y the number of people

inspired

guided

and brought together by a demon faerie can be profound

–to an outside observer.

Not the demon faerie, though.

Not to brag, but I set the bar, here.

Uninspired & posing ways to lose herself.

It’s how it is, was, and must be– it seems–

yes, always.

 ©Karen Robiscoe

Castles Made of Sand

Eye am that the seen
unique to me–will last.
Live in Spired dreams
 
 
sailing weaves
– words as my mast
Eye am that the seen
 
 
–greener than green
> future & past <
live in Spired dreams
 
 
built on beaches…
–beaches of glass–
Eye am that the seen
 
 
tragic & sweet
wanton or chaste
live in Spired dreams
 
 
merging with Stream
beyond the Morass
Eye am that the seen
live in Spired dreams.

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 

Not Available in Large Print

 

 
 
My eyes are running out of ink.

(don’t you hate it when that happens)

Holes pricked to extend my area of focus & peripheral vision

–first of all: worked–but

caused the ink to run dry in incremental

drops, as well
 
 
–as wells will do when unreplenished

(water basins, too)

wHiTe DroPs

from laugh lines—

–definitely those, but

>most not<

mOst Black DroPs that pooled

and caused creases

and caused Paper Jams

and cost money,

and now I’se fade daily.

Squinting at that crumple-d-ream instead of printing

Losing ink–

–not toner.

as after decades of use I am unequipped to

*pinpoint*

my desktop printer is barrels more Tone

than other models that came out around the same time,

with prototype ALL IN ONE functions that appreciate–rather than depreciate—after each  run.

I’m no laser jet, but I could be retrofitted…

drip-drip…

even so.

All printers need ink,

and mine’s going/goinG/GONE

Factory shut down without relocating across seas

Cartridge after cartridge dropping out; the electric surging right along with it.

The copy function, well, I never had one,

facts, either,

(derivative & drivel buttons might have been depressed the whole time, though, I confess I never checked)

and lately?

Lately the scanner

stopped calibrating the rain color entirely, which,

>believe it or not<

changes rainbow prints.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Chants of Rain

 
 

the rain restores

what lightning strikes

so let it pour
 
 

let mighty Thor

his hammer smite

the rain restores
 
 
a battered shore

-with rising tide-

so let it pour
 
 

thus all that’s torn

and wrecked revives

the rain restores
 
 

and heals dolour

and eases mind

the rain restores

so let it pour.
 
 

©Karen Robiscoe