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Goose-goose Berry Jam

March 26, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Goose-goose Berry Jam

goose_flies
 
Mother’s Goose

was well & cooked.

Force-fed, filleted, and foie-gras’ed
 
 
 
when eloquence escaped her, and her hickory-dickory-docked–

the retrieval of which was a chase already commemorating the futility of the situation.

Wild, right? And just like those ribbon races,

it boded ill,

(to put it mildly)

–no rhyme scheme for one thing, and that irked—

the silly goose…

she forgot to duck-duck

she diddle-diddle

forgot that kat-kats

are meer sometimes, too, and apt to find her tasty

…

invite to Christmas dinner

a thinly-disguised menu, really, worth

a thorough gander before

RSVP’ing, since

scrutiny’s a good goose trait,

doncha think?

Boy goose…girl goose, it’s all the same

except for the poking thing

nudge-nudge

oh, but I digress…

Back to the dinner party

(already in progress)

Yes, Mama Bird skimmed when

she ought to have scanned

moved when she ought to have

migrated

picked a peck that proved a pickle

and this oversight

practically guaranteed the

Goose

bumped off—

well, that and her preoccupation

with perfecting a

loosey-goosey, lockstep march

–her boss being the antichrist—

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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Not just an Emogee, anymore…

March 24, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Not just an Emogee, anymore…

true-heart
 
f*cking HMO’s…

They botched my heart surgery–

playing some kinda game of Operation,

but maybe that MO is SOP

Huh

relocated that ticker to my sleeve—

the buzzer went off

an error I lived with some 20 (odd) years

and only when it grew through

my sleeve

–my wool sleeve, wink-wink—

was it deemed necessary to excise it, but

I wasn’t worried!

as my brain had been amputated long since

right along with my knock-knockers

funny bone

and backbone

discs refurbished CD RAM

and while my Achilles Heel was severed in the process, it proved a non-starter since it was a little late for that type of improvement.

transition heal thyself

S’awkward for me, now though. Totin’ that bleeding heart around onna plate.

(gold-plate)

I have to be especially vigilant.

I practically live at Super Cuts.

Keep that that sucker locked up, ‘cause you know…

I wouldn’t want it to be stolen.

©Karen Robiscoe

VERSE
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Colorful Language

March 15, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Colorful Language

Box_of_notes
 
Silence papers the world

and going off-road, I

blaze a trail,
 
 
–an artful route…

twisting tongues open,

& popping them like champagne corks,

rapping them like catch-up bottles,

shaking them like seltzer

–foregoing the childproof ones—

for gaudy gaieties,

glittering bitters,

& glossy philosophies…

mixing & melding & varnishing all truths

–as abandoned as Pollack

with invisible paint–

temporary dye that wears off

the instant its exhibited,

since once

“viewed”

this audio art

can’t be unheard.

‘Cant be unsaid

–can’t be deleted or erased–

just blacked out time and again;

painted over with more whimsical intonations

that eventually chip away,

–sooner if a second-hand buyer

searches for a bargain bin masterpiece

under layers of

specious

speech.

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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–Until You’ve Tried It…

March 13, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on –Until You’ve Tried It…

lionknocker
 
Opportunity

knock-knocks

hard

on wood
 
 
and asking

who’s there?

it round-houses me

…

knocks me for a loop

…

ignoring the knocker,

and with that same

opportunistic fist, too

…

…

> the punch line <

apparently.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

VERSE
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Cape Fear

March 11, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Cape Fear

join author Karen Robiscoe at CHARRON's CHATTER for humorous writing, funny verses, and interesting opinions
 
a door mat–

she tired of the

Bull,

and turning it around
 
 
 
~morphed~

into

mat•a•dor.

(easy enough, the bitch was well-read)

Grabbing that

Bull

by the horns, she–

hold up! it isn’t cliché as all that–

ahem.

<

(take 2)

Geographically challenged,

how was she to know she was

in

Pamplona?

©Karen Robiscoe

POETRY, VERSE
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Holey Sheet

March 7, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Holey Sheet

goofy_ghost

don’t meet your heroes,

if your heroes are ghosts,

you’ll find they are shy

of the traits you like most,

to start with

departed

don’t even have hosts–

no heart,

and

no parts,

and

no spark

to their glow…

No shadowed reflection,

No pose for the lens,

No dewy complexion,

No, ghosts aren’t good friends

–just shades

that can blind you,

these specters

remind you,

of ends that will

find you in time…

to vex you,

and hex you,

and often

annex you,

since ghosts need a soul to survive…

so next time

a frisson,

makes your eyes

~glisten~

makes your ears

>listen<

recall…

ghosts are for busting,

and sometimes for cussing,

but never for trusting,

at all.

©Karen Robiscoe

VERSE
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Blank Sweet Blank

March 6, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Blank Sweet Blank

your house

where is the area

cows like to nap?

chickens to roost?

ladybugs flap?

the one

that you run to,

stretch at,

and bat?

a site

that’s well-lighted

>vacant or not<

& fragrant

with bacon

the breadwinner brought

& basted on fires

kept burning so hot?

a place

that’s unmatched

–but found

when away

a space for your heart

–to call it a day

a’state

–that has gates

but never a saint?

a locale

that’s free–

yet nothing to note,

a castle for he,

but still her abode,

a stead

where your head

has bed

& zip code?

what’s that?

do these hints

make you want

to explode?

I’ll close, then,

the prose, when

you figure out poem

–work it out now

or bring

it on home…

©Karen Robiscoe

 

 

It’s been a while since I wrote an idiom-based poem,and in the course of writing a different home poem–an adage-based poem, oh wink wink wink–this one kinda worked itself out. ‘Hope you get a kick, and for the riddle-me-thisser’s out there–the Where’s Waldo’ers?–here’s a chronological list of idioms referenced…

 

 

  1. ‘til the cows come home
  2. chickens come home to roost
  3. ladybug, ladybug, fly away home
  4. home run
  5. home stretch
  6. home plate
  7. lights are on, no one’s home
  8. bring home the bacon
  9. keep the home fires burning
  10. no place like home
  11. home away from home
  12. home is where the heart is
  13. home free
  14. nothing to write home about
  15. a man’s home is his castle
  16. a woman’s place is in the home
  17. homestead
  18. homework
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