I biked to station–
–mastered staring
tickled lips
my old bits aering
‘tracked a Nord
and hung in place
before rejoining
rodent race..

©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: trip
I biked to station–
–mastered staring
tickled lips
my old bits aering
‘tracked a Nord
and hung in place
before rejoining
rodent race..

©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: trip
Workin’ at clerkin’
a skill that I’d master
an artform
that’s patently
blatently
vaster
than rifling papers
or handling
cash
or picking up phones
as drone paid to answer
FAQs from the masses
at bottom of
“latter”
I’d climb up
those
r
-u
–n
—g
—-s
like peers that predate me
as fast as I could
but don’t try to rate me
I’d square up with light
in energized weight, flee
mind-numbing work
much sooner than late, see
if Einstein could do it
what might my fate be?
Else I’d choose
buildin’
to (round out)
my profile
constructin’ the frameworks
and layin’ the tiles
since hammers and nails
are still somewhat vital
and carpentry’s prideful
to take on as title
besides my friend Jesus
could back up my bio.
©Karen Robiscoe
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
duck is dandy,
chicken fine,
turkey tasty,
~let’s combine~
the 3
–with dressing!
/ cuttin’ skills /
tho’ some might say
that’s overkill
Chicken Little,
Foghorn, too,
Daffy Duck
would all eschew–
this triple decker
>^^< like a cat >^^<
instead suggest
a nice Big Mac,
made from Clara-
-belle bovine!
(fact’ry farmed)
’til killin’ time,
ammonia-dipped
and added to
GMOs!
so good for you
wrapped like hearts
in extra phat
(the end result)
to eating that
stuffed as shirts
of corporate sellah’
–completely free–
of salmonella…
©Karen Robiscoe
prompt: hard to make
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.
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: don’t touch

Tabby tells
things she shouldn’t
spilling beans
she said she wouldn’t
through sealed lips
she’ll kiss and tell
Tabby is a
n’er do well..
her motor mouth
shoots rapid-fire
dishing dirt
a constant crier
a whistle that forever blows
Tabby keeps you in the know…
She unbags cat
no Schrodinger
and talks such smack
to totes strangers
she chats you up at wait for bus,
but keep an eye
Tab’s dangerous
she’ll toss you under
just because,
so if you want
to keep the peace
don’t tell Tab
she writes the beats
for gossip rags you might avoid,
because of course,
Tab’s a Tabloid.
©Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: gossips

it’s B.S.
for P.S.
corralling my day
I’m full-growed
& my load
of books
R a weight
the cool kids
in school sit
grouped in the quad
the stoners
& loners
in the parking lot
the jocks
& the soc’s
& the greasers
out back
the jocks run the bleachers
the greasers—the track
the geeks
practice Greek
& tease you in tones
& the band
lends a hand
with back-up trombone
the queue
to get food
is where I now stand
a-mid-point returned
to where it began
& my Freaky Friday
don’t know where I fit
with teachers
in lounge
or
Breakfast Club mix.
Karen R.
daily prompt: Freaky Friday minus 1 freak