June 26, 2014 
3 Comments
when it’s time to repose
do you sleep without clothes?
is your doze
one of those
with your bits all exposed?
in the buff
in the raw
so everything shows?
–minus cap
–missing socks
from your tops to your toes?
your torso
disclosed…
your legs
without hose…
your knobbies
your floppies
your knees
and elbows?
who knows
how it goes
when your engine slows
if you’re too hot to handle
or frozen in robes…
May 20, 2014 8 Comments
white
or padded
twill
or tatted
to hell with catchall mitts
gloves implying
underlying
urge to return hit…
if I’m dusty
knuckles busting
pinkie drooping low
I won’t hide it
just abide it
and I’ll skip
marking toes…
©Karen Robiscoe
May 19, 2014 5 Comments
If you like me at all
–please don’t call
for heaven’s sake don’t Skype…
Don’t text me
or vex me
or sext me
or hex me
or any such other hype…
Don’t friend me
or vend me
or gripe me
or type me
a note or in stereo
don’t tweet me
or greet me
or page to
engage me
in mentioned scenario…
To reach me
just teach me
a new form of
speech, see,
including each lesson in letters,
electric’s
a technic
and snail apathetic
still *male*
~when it’s artful~
is better.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 18, 2014 2 Comments
I dreamed of white knights
and I got what I dreamed, too–
–writer of Night Mare–
©Karen Robiscoe
May 17, 2014 Comments Off on Hokey-Spokey
I can fit in
>when I’m bidden<
but the truth is I don’t.
Since the midden
is where fittin’
can be hidden
for most.
♦
So I dance to
my percussion
tappin’ lyrical
beats…
Jokin’ hokey
never pokey
skippin’ rules
by the feat.
♦
I can foot in
if I’m wooden–
I can go North ↑
or South ↓
but by nature
nomenclature
could be deemed
foot-in-mouth.
♦
©Karen Robiscoe
May 8, 2014 2 Comments
the hype
I type
could be
asswipe–
the tales
I tell are gold.
No “perbole”
to verbally–
related
truths of Olde…
a Musing dotes
on Annexed Folk
to channel all the told
then poet rote
reviews my Spoke
–and Pens a
fool’s gold.
©Karen Robiscoe
May 6, 2014 2 Comments
shenanigans
🙂 a giggle fest 🙂
best in show
&
word’s that’s best
kicK→ing shins
of all the rest
in syl•la•bles
that promise test
of
/ limits /
~humor~
–holding breath–
a *buzzered* hand
in fidget jest
a chuck on chin ↑
that points to chest ↓
a jiggling
wriggling
term for mess–
that’s planned or spurred
–and lessens stress.
©Karen Robiscoe
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