Best Suppertime Poems

Sugar and honey
both taste sweet to me.
In a melody
from a past decade,
that made the Hit Parade,
three sisters sounded sublime.
They had honey in the morning,
and also...

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The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar...

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Cereal Killer

The story of his life
a made for TV thriller.
Title in blood red
life of a cereal killer.

He don’t want no fried eggs
or peanut butter toast.
He...

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The dead still walk
within our memories,
and breathe 
and smile 
and talk
inside that strange preserve we keep,
a room still redolent with life
above the boxes where they...

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My mother was an excellent cook, not fancy but home cooking,
              ...

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I see a footbridge high above a gorge.
		One bannister is gone; the other lies
		on narrow rotting boards. Rough waters surge
		beneath this passageway that creaks and...

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Two Old Red Tractors, Both Are Broken Down

Two old red tractors, both are broken down
on a small dusty farm, outskirts of town.
Dawn comes early, no...

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Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes...

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I love you in the morning,
I love you in the evening,
I love you at suppertime,
I love you so much,
I wrote this stupid rhyme....

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints...

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A Big Bowl of Things

I gulped down a big bowl of soup,
I could've sworn it had assorted letters of poems
that spelled villanelles and palindromes!
It was...

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I stare at birds flitting branch to branch chirping happily
but birds flitting branch to branch don’t touch me anymore
my calloused senior feelings come more frequently...

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Cold nights and tree lights taught him to forget home.
He’s mellow tonight though, no telling what goes unknown.
He packs light and steps heavy and taps...

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Do you remember the thrill of excitement you felt when waking up and finding out it was a snow day?

You were impatient for breakfast to...

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A puppy's dream
I go to bed at night. I lay my little head in my bed.
I start to dream the day away.
Bacon in the morning,oh...

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