Suppers Poems

I would like to hear
with no urgent need to speak
and to respond
without reacting,
over-acting.

I would like to hear
your experience with faith and faithless communities,
theistic
and atheistic,
sacred
and secular believers
and unbelievers,
communal investment positive
and fear and anger
flight and fight negative,
healthy
and pathological,
resonant
and dissonant.

And I would like...Read More

Appropriate attire
To what he
Desires
Elevations of
My devoted
To does

No it ain't
That simple
You wear a
Smile and a simple

 setting is right
Soft music
A candles lighting
Suppers in the stove
The nights so
Inviting

Just me and you
Got something
Specail

 Sharing your precious
Time to  be lovers
Don't say know
Tonight
And leave...Read More

Abstracted eyes study plasmid menus.
A rattle of gleams
stirs coffee in a Montmartre café.
A Cairo belly dancer glistens
in her cocoon of sequined waves,
wine glasses tinkle, while eyes speak.
An old Catalan hotel,
meals shared with a guitar playing moon.
Starry Singapore ferry rides;
we have...Read More

I jumped on a bullfrog’s back.
He screamed, startled.
I calmed him down.
Then we started talking.

Coffee, lunch, no suppers.
He is my guy now.
But I had to take things slowly
And pretend I was subtle.

Sedate little me, bullfrog’s girl.
Façade in place twenty-four seven,
So I...Read More

I LONG TO SEE
 MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY 
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL GOOD TO ONE
ANOTHER
JUST YOU WANT AND SEE

LOVE AINT ALL THAT COMPLICATED
SHE'LL HAVE ME HUSBANDNATED
GRATISFACTION AND SATISFACTION
I GUARANTEE

I LONG TO SEE
 MY LOVER
SHE'LL BE MY 
CHILDREN'S MOTHER
WE'LL TALK AND
HONOR ONE ANOTHER
JUST...Read More

Standing in the ankle high emerald green grass of my 
great-aunts property barefoot, hearing the creak of wood
on steel.
My daughter and husband are in the house napping, dreaming tenderly about sweet things. 

Creak, crick, creak, crick goes the wood crying...Read More

Here is my dreamiest, dream job.
I will get to drive a fire truck and use the sirens - all the way to work and back. The gasoline will be paid for by my company.
 
There will be no committees, and...Read More

An old house with an old porch
Is a most miraculous thing.
Politics are settled, children admonished,
Babies shown off and growing up, 
Advice shared – we need more porches,
Fewer therapists, values taught, not anything goes. 
Where mothers wait for suppers to cook,
And...Read More

"Open Your Eyes"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

In my quest to find the Light
I found so many things hidden in plain sight
A simple question of why is what I asked of Christ
He Said "He Who Searches For Me Will Be Found...Read More

As little boys 
we rode bikes
fast down the dunes,
on the vertical side
of Sand City

Big tires creased
deep furrows 
in the down-slope,
same as boats trailing
wakes upon the swell

At the leeward portion
of the great sand hills
the long bronze 
shadows of late noon 
stretched...Read More

A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst of becoming. A burst of...Read More

I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the panties,
but the panties had full...Read More

Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds...Read More

My pen pleads 

Lonely nights offer moments of silence
and one dish suppers where candlelight seems a waste
Seated with pen in hand, I smooth the ruffles beneath
as if that will help the words flow

Upon closer inspection I find
fancy patterns on the...Read More

Adding many components to a stew today? Flavours? Chopped out pieces? How many pieces? Go on how many? It is never the question of how many components that are within the granules that will decide on how the taste is....Read More

Black Bird
sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes
or do you wish to create some mystery?
I have seen you
here at this old dump
picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish...Read More

Sitting striving seeping seeking salted sugary sweets. And when is a ham a melon? Never! Never! Cried the apples in the basket. Don't squash that cabbage it is actually abuse. Abusive acts from the ladle lord. Not very good. And...Read More

How remarkably interesting! Two bulls together. One old bearded and one young bullock. Hilly is not the way in a wooden floored shop. But pity those who ingest only the writings,visions,and worlds of the media shrouds. Cloaked clay. Ceasing core....Read More

Horn Hilarity Hiaku Tree

If away all my
Time I have spent where in world
Has all of it went?

If I did dipsey
Doodle would I do it with
Pekinese or Poodle?

If Southern was way
I had been talking will I
Be hard of hearing?

If twilight it...Read More

Church suppers in town are such fun,
And the genuine home cooking is second to none.
One man said to the server, “They ran out of my favorite pie!”
“Take it out of the tip,” was her hurried reply.
With a wink and a...Read More

A father with one daughter and two sons;
a mother with four daughters of her own -
They came together years ago and bought
what would become my fondest childhood home.

A sharply inclined driveway much too narrow
for all of us to pile out...Read More

13, West Macott Road

My limbs are weak and body old,
Tired am I and withered are my bones,
The skin has wrinkled and is quickly peeling off,
The heart is lifeless and tears have dried,
My feet are shrinking and unbearable is my weight
None...Read More

Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create some mystery?
I have seen you
Here at this old dump
Picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish...Read More

The pulse of life is altered,
a dimension set apart
closed in behind streaming window panes.
Half of life falls away . . .
I wonder why it seemed consequential yesterday.

Suspended . . .
unshelved a world of joys duty pushes back,
sweet pleasures always whispering,
but...Read More

Hank had rode the range a-punchin' cattle fer nigh on fifty years,
Ridin' through Texas northers and brandin' cantankerous steers.
He'd herded ornery longhorns along the Chisolm Trail to Abilene.
He'd signed on with the Triple D Ranch when he was about seventeen.

Hank...Read More