Tag Archives: verse

the total algorithm

May 21, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on the total algorithm

fuh beebs silhouette

She was from Facebook.

Facebook, California–

–a genuine, simulated fashion designer,

and I dug the newstream she ran in…

every group she belonged to rejecting

me as a member, and I liked that, too—

her every past,

original, shared, or

tagged,

& trendier comments

…

penguin emogeeZ flawlessly executed

& ranch house in Farmville

where she summered

well-plotted.

No philistine, either, she

captioned Monets,

effortlessly

petitioned polar ice

tirelessly–

& uploaded

selflessly

–24/7

proof of:

2, 1, and 0

–a less than

3 heart.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

VERSE
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Keeps my Neck from Unraveling

May 20, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Keeps my Neck from Unraveling

I’ve retrofitted my brain

‘got my Feng Shui on…

–plugged pot holes in my neural pathways

a bush & two birds

seismic-proofed my cortical bridge

a still rock’s moss

switched out the frontal lobe with the temporal

tree on which limb I reside

and widened all axons…

without permit

–why, what I’ve done with the den-

drites alone should make Better Poems & Gardens!

it wasn’t brain surgery

the removal of head from ass helped proprietary value, and

southern star

my hippo campus is so empty there’s room enough for dorms—

maybe there is—I forget

–plus hippo!

©Karen Robiscoe

FREE VERSE, POETRY, VERSE
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Kar’ Pen Try

May 19, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Kar’ Pen Try

Charrons Chatter blah bidee blah blah blah
 
Words.

to the writer

words are more than symbols and

signposts and

ribbon-tied oaks marking path—

to the writer words are boards

repurposed signposts

boards a bard nails together
 
 
into a whole new thing!

(person slash place)

a place wired with

state of the

~art~

elocution and

high-definition and

flammable insulation and

paint.

Lots and lots of self-sustaining paint that changes color Mood ring style.

Tree house complete with infrastructure

so…more than two floors if there’s sub-text

Dark Matter ethereal and

Milky Way amorphous, this

energized, expanding entity is totality self-contained—

blurb an’ scrawl

a Singularity cosmic as the effluvium of the universe

which would itself not exist

in the second place

were it not for

Word.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

 

 

 

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Weird Deconstruction

May 19, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Weird Deconstruction

lose

AM

(i)

from

BE

an’

C

…

C if that

am-bi-ance

doesn’t suit better.

 

(note: for you wordsmiths out there I’ve employed a variant spelling–though legit!–for ambience)

FREE VERSE, POETRY, VERSE
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Keepin’ Kitty

May 18, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Keepin’ Kitty

scared_cat
 
There are consequences

consequences to cat walking

~~off leash…
 
 
 
on dog beach, especially;

the spare dogs being the least of the cat’s problem

Birds are the problem.

Phoenixes, particularly.

(the wake of Immaculate Vultures)

Bred from

unbordered bonfires,

(set by dry D.O.C. drunks)

these hybrids of Fire & Spirit

have a taste for uncradled cats.

and that’s skipping the

murder factor entirely–

Crows circling nearby

> on the wings of a thousand clichés <

grimly reap

any

pray

–so long as it’s alive–

(and resistin’!)

assisted

by the grimmest raptor

still…

Portent-Us owls

& strictly messengers for

RSVP—these birds invariable lateness is a

synchronicity, as the fallout

of chronically tardy folks proves substantial.

 

 ©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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Holy Hitching Post, Batman!

May 16, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Holy Hitching Post, Batman!

Batman

the Penguin

married Poppins–

–and Batman: Dracula,

the one was due,

2 shaded views,

the other

—maculas–

impaired by light

the Darkest Knight

went bats for pointed tooth…

Wonder Boy

went on to wed

–his Bread–

and what a wedding!

until the toast,

when guests disposed,

of bride with tasteless spreading…

(no big surprise)

since super-size

of bride begat baguetting

Mr. Freeze

dug

feline sleaze,

–the woman known as Cat

but pose she struck

was frozen stuck

when ice-man dropped to knees,

a sculpture that–

–graced punch bowl at

the rites of fellow thieves…

the Ridd’lah next,

wrote witty text

for vows employed in lieu…

but lost his wife

who failed to cipher

words to say: “I do”…

no punchline sung,

from twisted tongue,

just teleprompted clues.

yes, Batman and

prime-time brigands

–had lives off TV set–

that packed a punch

¡KAZOW!

(and lunch)

though Joker’s still on deck.

batman balloon

©Karen R.

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Miens to an End

May 12, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Miens to an End

gloves

No kidding

I need kid gloves—

not boxing–

spiked

or

> open-ended <

the hand hold

deuces at best…

dependent on

far too many

wildcards

–bluffing skills, mainly

fake it ‘til you make it

poker face

no wayfarers, though

mouth guard

tic ~ talk goes the clock

and

venue.

B.Y.O.E.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

VERSE
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