Tag Archives: verse

Ver-Knack Knack…Who’s there?

February 23, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 6 Comments

 
so totes!
YOLO, MOFO

& since spirituality

is the true religion

I need you to share if you agree…
 

Agree that

1 share = 1 LIKE

for the fight against:

ignorance,

hypocrisy,

oppression,

ALL CAPS,

&

Big Brother,

and brother, you are some kind of commie if you don’t.

Only kidding

(JK!)

laugh out loud without smiling at all,

my friend

(?)

keeping in mind

“you should be writing!”

and that:

“books are for reading–not faces”

*said no one ever *

and that only in Norway

can you attend college free of charge

Yet only in America

is chocolate actually a salad

(meme for meme, a better trade-off)

Whereas only in the World

does its most exciting man abstain from drinking, occasionally

but when he does imbibe

–when he does–

shit howdy,

!

Let’s just say, he shouldn’t be on facebook

he never clicks on even one cancer survivor’s story

not one!

proving what an a**hole he well & truly is

…when he is, of course, being an a**hole….
 

140 > LESS
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Sham-poo

February 16, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 5 Comments

sham-man

sham tastic…

sham wow!

sham having

sham cow

sham mazing

sham GR8

sham ♥ it!

sham >hate<

sham better

sham s e e n

sham letter

sham *meme*

sham jaded

sham s i c k

sham plaudit

sham >click<

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY
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Grey-fitti

February 6, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 7 Comments

 
Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
I am moving into

another head

where thoughts are kinder to me…

With more breathing room

frosted Windows, and better wiring.

With fluffy pillows of cerebellum

to soften nooks and crannies

and fewer doors.

Where Disney daydreams never get interrupted

by the Emergency Panic Service

(conducting a test in my area)

and Night Terrors

are just a show on TV.

When I move, the only prerequisites

for my new, grey space

are “fugue it” rooms

(for wall-scrawling)

a widow’s walk,

& guard rails….

maybe one of those gliding, stair-lift thingeez,

to facilitate illogical leaps, and breaks in rationale.

When I move, I am throwing most everything I have already, away

Boxes and boxes and boxes

and boxes!

(bet you knew that was coming)

of stuff Pandora likes

but me not so much

and a few, dead cats the reek of which

permeate every, single meta-phor of my current mind-frame

> even high heaven <

since death

(like heat)

rises.

©Karen Robiscoe

FREE VERSE
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The World Wide One-Horse Town

February 4, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 1 Comment

 
 
I am tribal

not global

foot to earth

is my mobile

eye to eye

is my bible

as DPI’s liable

to be less than noble

a writhing immotile

a mall

for a shopper

who’d rather boutique…

I’ll take face to face any day of the week

(and then only when I desire to speak)

I’ll grip hand to hand

I’ll choose side to side

since language is more

than a character tide.

I am tribal

not global.

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 

FREE VERSE
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2 Cent Ante

January 9, 2014 by Charron's Chatter 4 Comments

 
 

An idealist;

my deal is simply this:

 
Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
 

my eyes are open.

©Karen Robiscoe

 
 

HAIKUS
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Saint Walmart

December 7, 2013 by Charron's Chatter 12 Comments

 
 

The holidays

are special times

marked by special Spirits,

but less appears

in literature

concerning the austerer

—imps and sprites

that tried for right

to wish you Christmas tidings…

Why, night before

I heard the lore

of Spirits now in hiding…

 
 

Take good Saint Knock

who’s deep in hock

since losing out to Nick’las

to stocking stuff

because he suffers

phobias ridic’lous…

Afraid of crawl—

–spaces–all–

(and name due to his jitters)

Knock dropped the Claus

—and gifts on lawn.

since knocking didn’t get it.

 
 

And reindeer Rudy’s

attitude toward

—booty got him booted,

as kissing rear

was nowhere near

where Santa’s sleigh was rout-ed…

And while he fawned

and flattered hard

he never got an offer,

’cause noses brown

can’t light a town

quite like a red-light topper.

 
 

And what about

the unemployed

who tried to work the season?

At North Pole Inc.

they made a stink

but cited corporate reasons…

Then implementing

ways of vetting

toy & tech designers,

height code insured

their workers were

elves…or else in China.

 
 

But never fear

most Christmas cheer’s

on layaway at Walmart…

A corporation

that killed our nation

’cause shoppers aren’t that smart.

Since one-off elves

like one-off shelves

and anything that’s BOGO…

It’s not so hard

to disregard

the “made in China” logo.

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARONs CHATTER

©K. Robiscoe

 
 

POETRY
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Pot-tea Humor

November 2, 2013 by Charron's Chatter 2 Comments

 
Karen Robiscoe dba Charrons Chatter

It’s been a while

since “Never Was”

featured in the Muse

though not refined

these Fairy kind

are comfy as old shoes

Not buffed, but scuffed

their souls have holes

too big to count as Windows

thus booting roles

in Hubbard’s sole

if you get innuendo.

 
 

As inference is everything

at least it was for Teapot

—a highly septic

plump dyslexic—

Tea never got the sweet spot…

To tout about

her girth or spout

beyond initial reading

since claim to be

> a pot for pee <

was gist of words misleading.

 
 

Just as bad

a time was had

by Not-So-Bitsy spider

that mammoth bug

could tow a tug!

stacked ten-deep with riders!

And so it wedged

in spout for hedge’s

—watering outside

thereby losing

chance for schmoozing

children’s story-time.

 
 

It took a night

of firefighters—

blasting it with hoses

to clear all eight

legs from spate

meant to water roses

a creeping curse

since fate got worse

the instant bug was free

the Fairy there

was unprepared

so stomped it with her feet.

 
 

No quaking

moppet, she

didn’t stop, until

the smashed arachnid

was spot of grease

and though at peace

to this there was reaction…

No role, for sure

—in Fairy lore

no wheying in from Tuffet

> a-rach-na-cide <

is reason why

this final Fairy roughed it.

©Karen Robiscoe

Karen Robiscoe dba Charrons Chatter
 
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NEVER AFTERS
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