My breath was held
and I felt blue–
–seeing red
no rosy view
stirred me up some purple text
shaded sh*t—the color next
yellow belly
eying green
black as hell
and twice as mean….
©Karen Robiscoe
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Re: Dial
February 17, 2015 
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Dialing the right number is important, but so is dialing the right phone….
sell phone = telemarketer
courtesy phone = Miss Manners
pay phone = 1-900 calls
iPhone = me
android = R2D2
touchtone = Simon
saxophone = musicians
Dial up = dirtbag
landline = city surveyor
micro•phone = short people
mega•phone = tall people
cordless = new parents
headphone = shrink
Vous-Deux
February 17, 2015 Comments Off on Vous-Deux
The doll liked the
view, dude,
not the
voo-doo,
>stuck through the rut of that<
a deja view if ever there was one….
Sunday-Sunday-Sunday
–a day Jah views as best, but remember:
Nobody likes the same vu ahead of them
not really
not unless they’re trying to catch up with it….
©Karen Robiscoe
More Karen’ee Goodness
February 16, 2015 Comments Off on More Karen’ee Goodness
If I could clone myself
~I would~
to
me,
myself ,
&
I…
a trinity
affinity
–1 shy
–1 high
–1 spry.
The bashful me
would write the dream!
And dream up what I write…
Safely tucked,
away from stuff,
annotating life…
The loaded me
would make headlines!
To augment lines in head…
Fully charged,
& livin’ large,
steppin’ off the edge…
The nimble me
would walk the wire
between this
pair o’ dox…
impressive feet
from number 3
–a Rebel without Socks.
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: clone your own
Front of the House
February 4, 2015 Comments Off on Front of the House
My body is a temple,
and God is within me, all right…
I just hope he isn’t dwelling in the
“says” pool…
Karen Robiscoe
La-la-la-la…I can’t hear you
January 4, 2015 Comments Off on La-la-la-la…I can’t hear you
He broke up with Christmas
because he hated
Carol,
who then broke up with Christianity
because she loathed
hymn–
the odious Mel….
with his heavy meddle,
and icky leers….
he
~in turn~
loved everything animated,
teaching her to hate
‘tunes….
though she did
refrain
from noting this.
(an’them so pretty)
Tell me,
wont you
ditty
do her
a disservice?
©Karen Robiscoe
Ship Shapes
December 31, 2014 Comments Off on Ship Shapes
I’m fashioning an arc
.kuh.
to ford the gravy sea
–should I find it—
as I’ve bean in the Navy
a while now, endive got to
break away
(from that bunch)
on account it’s driving me bananas!
(B-A-N-A-N-A-S!)
those nuts raisin hell in
ten huts is cramped & a
state that no longer a-peels…
too many potato–
–I’se weaving lemongrass
(for my gravy boat)
to rig & reinforce
the hull of it
(it’s berry strong)
shallot leek anyway, d’ya suppose?
if I beet it with cane,
or squash it against the grain,
or cast off only for the rubber duckie to turnip missing?
(AWOL–like me)
just barley I yam certain,
~if at all~
since the carrot
took to make was
stew-pendous!
stone stew-pendous!
and could double as
a
~radish~
(at any point)
and if I’m hungry, why
I’ll celery sail any day of the week.
©Karen Robiscoe
pointillism by Diane Robiscoe
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