Karen Robinson

Biography

I have come to writing poetry halfway through my life and have tapped into something that I didn't know was there. I started by writing humorous rhyming verse and recently have tried my hand at something a little more serious.I have two styles and I'm not sure which one I'm better at. I write about things that occur to me in my life, anything from fake tan to the current vampire craze. I have done a lot of acting so performance is in my blood, although I have never performed my own work live in public. That's pretty scary and I'm not quite sure where to start. I have however set various pieces of work to music and have recorded them and I have a few tracks on soundcloud

Samples

The Dentist I really must visit the dentist It’s been on my mind for some time But I’m really not keen on revealing The things that he’s likely to find He’ll say “Oh good grief, just look at your teeth I’m afraid they’re far from the cleanest Stifle your groans, just take out a loan And ensure that you see my hygienist” The hygienist of course is a sadist Why else would you take on that job? Torture disguised as a treatment And a chance to stick pins in your gob. It seems I might need a mortgage I regret I was never insured Though I have two teeth which are broken, He’s refusing my club card reward. The dentist is umming and aahing He’s only just now getting started He’s trying to look at my fillings If only my lips could be parted “Get out of my mouth you dentistry lout Leave my holes and my fillings alone In fact I’m not free can’t you see I’m busy I really do need to go home” He’s got his syringe he’s going to infringe The privacy of my poor gums The Nurse has a frown she’s got me held down All I need to do now is succumb. I’m hearing the drill I think I feel ill I’m not sure if I’m numb yet or not. I can’t open wide, I’m sorry I lied That’s no hole, just a small blackish dot. Give me a general I’ll be calm and convivial. “OK madam you’re done, you can rinse.” My god is it done, I’m so glad that I’ve come Piece of cake – and without even a wince! Fifty If your bod can’t cut the mustard and it’s worn and rather busted. If the stairs and you agree that they’re too much for your knee If your butt is in the gutter and your tits can’t raise a flutter You get all flushed and flirty with workmen under thirty If the weight of all your slap means your chin will need a strap and your mind goes for a wander.. When you wish you’d been born blonder There’s bits of you turned warty.... It’s because you’re well past forty. Is your hairdo’s looking skunky are you’re feeling slightly chunky? When once you were a milf sadly no one wants a gilf (grandma). If hairs begin to sprout where you have to pull them out Your words come out quite strange And you feel a bit deranged. You’re grumpy dry and ratty With a smile like Nora Batty your age rhymes with nifty Then you must be over fifty. Ageing you confess means, frankly you‘re a mess. There should be compensation for this age degeneration, While the body’s in decline Something else become sublime …Hold that thought for just one second this brain is acting strangely fecund, I need to note a thought so clever before it slips away forever.. Goddamn it when I’ve been profound pen and paper can’t be found.. Hurry up stop your tarting find it quick the thought’s departing.. Hang on though, just one second ..what the hell is flippin’ “fecund”

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Blog entries by Karen Robinson

grumpy summer (12/08/2013)

Stress-EA (02/01/2013)

Handsfree (08/09/2012)

The Dentist (03/09/2012)

Tangram Crackers (06/06/2012)

Few and Less (05/06/2012)

Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/karenrobinson

Audio entries by Karen Robinson

grumpy summer (12/08/2013)

Handsfree (08/09/2012)

The Dentist (03/09/2012)

Tangram Crackers (06/06/2012)