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Point A

ocean heart

waves stem from world’s core

gather, pulse & crest

scattering to know the shore

~

complexity no more–

the one, dispersed & separate

waves stem from world’s core

 ~

–a spinning molten ore

–a chaos measureless

scattering to know the shore

 ~

reach, recede, re’curr

in’ pact harmonious

waves stem from world’s core

~

an affinity of yore

in infinity, so blessed

scattering to know the shore

 ~

is Nature in full force

is Nature at its best

waves stem from world’s core

scattering to know the shore

©Karen Robiscoe

Auto Pilots

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thinking can be onerous

a spinning wheel

on synapse bus

a thousand loops

in Voids-R-Us

a complex groove

~in disco club~

it really asks a lot from us!

But Gates

has changed that process up

freed our brains from thinking stuff

gave those Jobs to Mothers Bored

Bit that Apple

–f*cked us more–

then logging on

with sticks from Tree

of Knowledge vast

–but streamed & screened–

we settle in

like Lambs in lee

ignorant

(so blissfully)

of side-effect

as Cursors

/ click /

Gates at Park

close

…brick by brick…

Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: Auto-pilots

A Writer Shade of Pale

I’m having fun playin’ around with the term (aka phonetic sound) of palate–pallid–pallet & palette…which mean respectively: taste, pallor, cot, and artist’s board for paint. I’ve already eliminated the latter 2, while these next 2 “sketches” have fun with the former coupla’…

What else. Drawing in Illustrator–I am having a blast with this program, and look forward to sharing what I work on now–when it’s done. I tried to sign up for a class at City but they don’t have one just for Illustrator….lucky I got an A in it first time out, soz acclimating to the new menu is not too difficile.

H-e-n-n-yway. A day-dreamy, too-hot-to-play-outside-yet day, hope you guys are good.

penning gold

 

a writer’s pallid

is understandable

we don’t get out much–

for all the rocks we push uphill

they tend to roll down

Yabba Dabba Doo style

steamrollin’

Fred where he paces,

soles an’ all…

small apple

a writer’s palate is

unique

either very refined

–read: picky–

or hogwash happy

there is no in between for the famished scribe

no TV dinner

“good enough”

no fast food

“slow enough”

no Twinkie

“twinkly enough”

it’s tits on a ritz,

crème de la crème,

or the pits.

(olive pits, though)

since writers so infrequently

~snack~

busy as they are,

with their hands.

©Ker-Ker

 

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How to Whistle

 

“There’s a slow train a comin'”

suspending bridge to

off-track Motocross style,

it’s an instinctive way to see America

–unless you want to photo bomb a Stephen King flick–

commuters remain

soot-less & flange-free

and sounder than a missed Amtrak

no bar car, tho

since a derailed train can duck Cinder Dicks, all the same

override Dead Men’s Switch

& blow through diamond XX

summiting

elevations

Atlas shrugged off

it knows it can, that lil engine

boring stone

wall

with steam.

Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: Use opening line of last song heard

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Cleric Merrick

 
Charron's Chatter for funny writing
 
a writer’s pallet is

a lonely one, sometimes

a ticking stuck through with straws

of all kind–

short, grasp, last, & long,
 
 
and never a pen when you need one….

sharing sheets with phantoms

that aren’t even dressed

–for an Opera—

of course, and

who’s Opera, you say?

Why, it isn’t a Who

but a What:

an exaggerated recounting

of an otherwise

commonplace

(Reality TV)

event.

How exaggerated?

Well, it ain’t over ’til the Fat Lady sings…

Larger-than-Life

that bitch gets her vibrato on through the entire thing–

I mean the entire thing!

Great time to nap,

whaddya suppose her most unusual plaint is?

You’ll never guess–

it’s the greasepaint,

of all things

the greasepaint.

even after the show vestigial traces

mar her everyday collars, too.

Ghost Writer II

cas-pahMediums consult things,

spiritual things

pullin’ the Shades

& grabbing that cup

of lucky Yahtzee dice.

Symbolic things, 2,

take–4 example–

the

~Boogey Man~

no séance is complete without

at least 1

John Travolta

>> in polyester 3-piece >

Present

to fuse some

Saturday Night Reaper

wit’

strobe-spangled

Scientology shenanigans .

He brings Spirits in a flask, &

pretty reliably, too,

who cares if he’s a Zeitgeist casualty?

Weave all been there…

collaterally damaged,

an’ loopin’ like

6 flags–

hell it’s what séances are for!

Ah, but back to John…

…who has remarkable penmanship

by the way, &

if the flask empties

before Happy Hour, you roll with it–

that 5 o’clock Shadow

works wonderfully well,

& subtracts nothing

from a sunny day, ’cause it isn’t as if

stubble reflects.

©Karen R.

Related: Ghost Writer

Daily Prompt: Ghost Writer (archive)

 

 

7/11

skippers dipper

this skiPPer’s diPPer

refreshing potion

is Ice-Sea of knowledge

nicked from the ocean

 A saline non-issue

that’s filtered thru kelp

–which doubles as swimsuit

and that’s a big help.

and sure there’s a

brain freeze

if too Big a Gulp

& globally warming

the outsides results.

Better to sip &

assimilate brine

since hydrated insight

applies itself fine.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: Pick your Potion