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Hashtag: iCon-tacks

RosaryBeads1

My rosary-colored glasses…

a focused, hocus-pocus

>knows for locus<

a lanyard of beads

(between temples)

on witch to count

the mysteries & the sorrows…

(ah, the sorrows!)

+ plus cross +

&

built-in spare nails, tho’

altogether

redeeming specs,

wouldn’t you say?

©Karen Robiscoe

DP: leftovers

Chick Filet

chicken_w_potatoes

in den of war

a wary warden

warmed a chair

for Lizzie Borden

roping watchers

off with Cordon–

–blue

(it was)

& so was Lizzie

course of currents

fried her dizzy

but as for Borden’s

final wishes

Lizzy

axed

4 chicken dishes–

–dicing drums

& clipping wings

she undid truss

by swinging things…

©Karen Robiscoe

 

7th Heaven

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

If 1 Day

is Monday

that’s never 2sday,

and Wednesday

> though midway <

lost 3 in translate.

while Thursday

which sounds trey

is really the 4th

—not Friday

(a free-day)

since that’s 5th

of course.

The 6th day

that sits way

—down in the week

is all about sitting

and “past tense” in speak.

And Son-day

is fund day

for God’s favorite sun,

who pulls triple-duty

returning to 1.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Hands Off

knitting_01

Heddy was handy

with needles and skeins,

linking the loops

& cabling twain,

uniting yarns

& fixing the frays

–fastening flax

–so matter of fact

–it’s how she relaxed

–that Heddy was trained

Heidi, however,

–her housemate—

was not,

in spite of the

silks & fine threads

she bought,

that girl couldn’t purl

the worsted Hed’ wrought

–tried like the dickens

–needles a’clickin’

–her best was slim pickins

–she couldn’t knit squat

sew knot too surprising

that Heidi resented,

the well-woven

yarns that Heddy presented,

and after a while

this envy fermented,

–that Heid’ was no lady

–she simply went crazy

–and plucked Hed’ like daisy

–but suffered a shock.

Since Hedwig

–the hedgehog—

evidenced armor,

despite of the fact

that Hed’ was a charmer,

coat crackled like hackles

toward those who would harm her

–before she was through

–that Heidi would rue

–the ha-ha she brewed

–Hed’ pricked Heidi harder.

hedgehog

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: don’t touch

Colored Contacts

pink-shades_reversed

Black & white,

is quite all write,

when penning any verses…

but world sans,

a rainbow band,

is bland and quite accursed.

 

Yes, light’s destroyed,

in blackest void,

& white –though bright—is empty…

but hue I choose,

to shade unused,

can fill it full of plenty.

 

By purest chance,

I’ve kept my glance,

the color of first blush…

with rosy specs,

all grey deflects,

surrounding views as flush.

 

I’m in the pink

–and so is ink–

behind my fuchsia goggles…

my wordy rows,

a different prose,

since world view has toggled.

pink-shades

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: local color

La Bottom Me

>Bottoms<

I got ’em–

booty, belled, and buck,

the latter

don’t matter

I got wicked luck,

the former

~a fine one~

in

middle one

tucked

with

up one’s

and out ones

and those made of rock

this last one

a past one

an end to hard knocks,

the first is,

what thirst is,

at taverns and pubs…

between which

a road ditch

to rattle your hubs,

there’s barrels

*unsterile*

of perilous pears,

ingestion

in question

and best to

>beware<

like signs

mined

in sand

—lines—

best not to cross,

at own risk,

you’ll skip this,

trip coming at cost…

in end what–

is best butt,

beats deep in your chest

a love from

your heart’s bum

is better than rest.

beating_heart

 ©Karen Robiscoe