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Hard Covers (hidden tales)

July 2, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Hard Covers (hidden tales)

book_shelf

sometimes simple

does it best

kickin’ ass of

cluttered rest

if you doubt it

I suggest

check out books

that passed this test.

Not technical

the pages feel

smooth as silk

and twice as real

with covers hard

the dust appeal

is blurb’an’ art

in hand—on heel

its friendly weight

will help remind–

you stories of

a different time

are there

–on hold—

until you find

the tale end

of printed lines

you just can’t top

the tactile sense

of book on knee

and hands-on text

of dog ears free

of fur, but blessed

with shaggy dogs

and felt suspense.

daily prompt: obsolescence

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Can’t Get Car Far Without This

July 1, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Can’t Get Car Far Without This

key_silver_beveled

lately, I

never find

my keys outside my car,

smacking brow

then and now

they gleam on seat so far

 
 

–and near

(it seems)

but oh my dear!

I’ve locked them in again…

not once or twice

or even thrice

but four times over, and

 
 

the first two times

I realized,

I’d trapped myself without–

I called a cab

and paid the tab,

then went a different route…

 
 

for second half

of keyless gaffe

I hiked a hitch with strangers,

and picture, please, my

pure delight

to find it was game changer…

 
 

as both these folk

were selfless blokes

and birds, they went

the distance…

taking me,

to house for key

minus fee each instance…

 
 

beyond largesse

the pair was blessed

with dispositions fine…

and though I swear

to have a care–

next time, these trips divined–

 
 

that people can

be thoughtful, and

change their plans for others,

since under skin

the heart within

is sister and is brother.

 
 

©Karen Robiscoe

“who is forgetful” **

daily prompt: “I have always relied on the kindness of strangers”

Special thanks to Michael–“who is as God”–and Katrina–“who is pure” (what their names mean) and as you can see–are exactly what their names mean. Thank you so much, for restoring my faith in humanity…and membership in Triple A. 🙂 🙂 🙂

**a derivative of Katrina actually, so I am “purely” forgetful, though I think purely absent-minded sounds more miss-tickle. Of course, I’ve forgotten why I think this…and what was I saying again?

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Crayola Recipes

June 12, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Crayola Recipes

Easy-Bake_oven

My Easy Bake Oven

is kitsch-and must have,

with light bulb so bright

and mixes pre-fab,

that cook cordon bleu

by just adding water,

to pre-measured powders

to make my cake hotter,

and top every muffin

~with treacly glaze~

no matter if dishes

cook all damn day,

since space-saving gadget

allows me the room,

^ for elbows ^

> and breathing <

and tables for two.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: kitchen must have

attribution: Bradross63

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2 ¢

June 7, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on 2 ¢

If 1 of my senses

must be impaired,

I opt for the common

since common’s not rare,

keeping the extra-

-sensory close,

perception’s the tool

I rely on the most.

if 2 of my senses

were taken away,

the next would be

text book,

oh aye, & oh neigh

my horse sense would

canter up to the block,

and though I liked riding

I’m okay to walk.

If still yet another

sense would be lost,

incense is the sense

I’d certainly toss,

’cause fresh air is better

–it never needs lighting

is smoke free and sweeter

and much more inviting.

by Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: senseless

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harmony of the planes

May 25, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on harmony of the planes

gee tar

what if we really ARE just strings

~as some eggheads hypothesize~

tapestries of teeny tiny strings

(good-egg heads)

and teeny tiny frets

(with strut)

and back-up band?

–and God!–

(is good backup band!)

hummin’

(human)

née

strummin’

(strewed, an’)

left to mold spin off

LPs?

(derivative = in His image)

brought to

…um…

you, courtesy of the

G-Man

> on G-tar <

(plus free sky miles)

that’d be somethin’ to

woof

&

tweet about!

(replay)

 

accord–

–a family

 

a note–

–a lone

 

a harmony–

–heaven

 

a crescendo–

–death.

 

and reverb’

. . .

~what comes next~

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: harmony

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This = That

April 20, 2015 by Charron's Chatter 2 Comments

dharma_2red is splashy

isn’t it

the color of

anger,

hunger,

passion,

and
 
 

some Mike & Ike’s…

Primary to Christmas

you have to ask yourself,

would Christmas be as

Christmas(ee)

without green?

Survey says no

–as do poinsettias

naturally

when they’re feelin’ chatty.

ask Alice.

 

Yellow is red’s

close second.

Bright enough to blind,

it represents.

word

and those words might encompass

sun,

intellect,

at work

warnings,

and

brick roads…

a bitch to keep tidy

Easter, too,

Easter would less eggy altogether

beaters

wouldn’t it,

without yellow, but you have to ask yourself,

where would Easter be without purple to complement

all that brilliant yellow?

I can’t say…

or see–on account of the blackout shades worn to mitigate

all

-that

–brilliant

—yellow…

 

Blue.

Blue must be mentioned

passive-aggressively

but mentioned

…

missing celebration

it nevertheless

calls images to mind

“hey images!!”

images like

sky

okay: sky.

bells,

books,

bluebirds,

happy twits

and

moons…

okay: one

and ubiquitous as blue might be

you have to ask yourself

I insist

where would blue be without orange?

Van Gogh insists, too, and quite possibly first.

 

The primary point being:

what comes next

seconds

is every bit as vital as that which

preceded it.

rainbow.

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: all the pretty colors

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Dogma Chasing Karma

April 18, 2015 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Dogma Chasing Karma

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my life was full of

karma bugs,

from my skull cap,

to my Ugghs

–picked ‘em up while sowing fields–

–aided by a turning wheel–

–seeded for a karmic yield–

and though a few

came out in wash,

the rest of ‘em I could not squash.

 

I swatted some

up in the air,

alas, a lot came

down from there

–falling to the bed I’d made–

–next to which I sometimes prayed–

–petitioning a sunny day–

and since my chickens

roosted there,

I let them be

as Nature’s

fare.

 

Foregoing swat,

I tried by fist,

throwing down,

but could not squish

–even one when fingers spread–

–casting 3 back at my head–

–index hanging like a thread–

pointing out my

trebled blame,

my harvest

in this karmic game.

 

And recognizing

game afoot,

I realized to

fight’s no good

–and “going there”, I came around–

–at which point, all bugs came down–

–no longer bane, but new friends found–

a crop of opps

I reaped that day,

on b’itchy back

was karmic pay.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: karma

 

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