Tag Archives: verse

Twelve to One

a monkey thang
 
years later

> at the schoolhouse <

I come to learn that

Chinese jump rope’s made

in America,

that freeze tag’s

a photo

and that

hopscotch

is fermented,

–sold at

monkey bars

(just a hop, skip, and backwards alphabet away)

to the swing set

(grills on the right & boys line the surf)

who

teeter

&

totter

and eventually

catapult

(like a really well-done shotput)

beyond non-regulation B-Ball hoops,

3 Wall racket ball,

and torn chain-link

holding it all together

while Mary—

old-fashioned Mary,

Sweet, muddled, old-fashioned Mary just goes ‘round

(and round)

(and round)

playing hide-and-go-seek like to make an astronaut dizzy

G-force, you know, as

the steepest slide affords

a different kind of thrill…

©Karen R.

Poplar Opinion

bare_tree

…veneer sandpapered away,

an unvarnished me

(wood)

tell you most logs

in your eye

ring hollow

(wood)

concentrically tell you

–the whine filling

these not-wholes

is cheap as chuck,

(wood)

tell you there’s too much of it, too,

whinO’s paradise

sticky sweet sap which

lack of pith

(soft-core)

is a pity

–and rust that blights–

all

me trees’

(wood)

tell you this phyl’um should

zip it

or at the very least

stop carving trunk unilaterally,

(wood)

tell you initials are enough—

not an entire

recyclopedia.

Save

paper-

-less is more…

©Karen Robiscoe

swooOOoosh

trophy_w_ribbon_1

tri-umph

to do it

(just do it)

try—

umph!!

Pour a little get up and go

(on it)

add a lil somethin’ somethin’

(to it)

put a little extra

oomph

(in it)

in everything you do.

Grab that blue ribbon—

that A—

that gold star standard….

to hell with

limbo

(ing)

set that bar.

©me

don’t Brake for Pedestrians

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER
 
promise

or

resolution,

once made

ya’ gotta walk that talk…
 
 
chewing gum–optional

take a couple laps

for lip service,

a ribbon & pledge-free proposition

and putcher

money where your mouth is…

exactly like orthodontia except how it’s completely different

–and other tried and

tired clichés—

get some momentum going, you know, and

if you yourself are cliché tired, why’nt ya g’head

and jump start that

guttermouth

motormouth.

Gas ‘er up.

from idle to devil’s playground in sixty seconds

bearing in mind that this hybrid

vee-hickle

gets wicked

(good)

mileage when

charged

with electric,

use the Ziggurat Lighter for this

runs forever,

and emits

no noxious fumes

whatsoever.

♥ of g•Old

Pduck_rabbitulling adult hood

around baby face,

I remember velvet

teen years,

when I knew heh-v’ry-thing

and life was plush

–totting up triumphs,

and sowing oats instead of

sewing button eyes

back on

and carin’ was only

kidding around…

©Carin’ Robiscoe

Fragments Fragile

use_this_glass
 
if your favorite thing breaks, you

don’t throw it away you

pick up the pieces you

get the
 
 

Krazy Glue you

grab some

Duck Tape you

spackle that sh*t together you

re-think its placement you

put it in appropriate lighting

concealing the cracks

and you

cherish it the more

for its near loss…

©Karen Robiscoe