POETRY: “Don’t Forget to Tell the Aliens” by Christine Bode

Poetry

Don’t Forget to Tell the Aliens

A poem by ©Christine Bode 2022

One of the best things about being human
is our sense of taste.
Just try explaining to an alien
how blue cheese and sliced cherry tomatoes
with mayonnaise on black pumpernickel almost melt in your mouth,
each bite like a symphony of stinky, sweet, earthy, rich delectability.

Or try describing to that Grey,
the sensual flavour of smoked salmon and cream cheese
with chive on an all-dressed bagel
—a savoury taste sensation for the ages—
that could surely lure the Greys
from their flying saucers.

Tell them they wouldn’t want to miss out
on the creamy, moderately crunchy, slightly tart
but smooth dichotomy
of egg salad with Hellman’s and Dijon mustard,
chopped celery, dill pickles,
or green onions on a crusty bun.

And don’t forget to tell those aliens
how sensational a spicy siesta of chipotle chicken salad
with avocado, chopped tomatoes,
green olives, jalapenos, and spring greens
in a flour tortilla
will flamenco dance on the tongue.

Or about Brandt’s Liverwurst with Herbs
on a sourdough baguette, and
tuna salad mixed with diced pickles or onions,
seasoned with salt and pepper,
and a dash or two of Frank’s Buffalo Hot Sauce
with old cheddar—melted on toasted ancient grain bread.

For the sake of the Universe,
don’t forget to tell the aliens about
the succulent juiciness of a messy sloppy joe
made with taco-seasoned ground beef,
roasted bell peppers, mushrooms,
onions and cilantro on a cheese bun!

Because those big-headed, black-eyed,
skinny-armed, earless,
telepathic communicating,
abducting little Grey freaks
are never going to leave
when you conclude with…

Ooh! Last but not least,
the sublime satiety of a classic Black Forest ham
and Swiss cheese with Hellman’s and baby spinach
on Rudolph’s rye, which, together with a road map,
can save your day and get you
where you’re going.

There is nothing quite like the tiered design
and strategically placed ingredients in these perfect,
tasty, quick-to-make choices for any meal.
The diverse, deliciousness of sandwiches and
a bag of Dill Pickle Kettle Chips should explain to those aliens
why being human makes us the happier, superior species.

Read this poem and more by Christine Bode in her latest collection, Eden Redefined.

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POETRY: “Lucid Dream” by Christine Bode

Lucid Dreaming by Mark J. Sebastian

Poetry

Lucid Dream

A poem by ©Christine Bode 2022

Downey as a swan feather
Your finger caresses my cheek
Brawny arm holds my back with Posturepedic support
Opposite hand on my buttock
Giving it a gentle squeeze

Inhaling your wood amber musk
My lips pressed against your Cupid’s bow
Fiery tongues dance a tango
And you lean into me with fervour
Indicating you want me—now

I sigh and whimper like a dreaming puppy
Begging to be let off its leash
To chase a bunny through the woods
But you disappear like you were never there at all
And I awaken, pining and pitiful

Read more poetry by Christine Bode in Eden Refugee and Eden Redefined.

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POETRY: “Winter Manifesto by Christine Bode

Poetry

Winter Manifesto

A poem by ©Christine Bode 2022

Dark, dreary, and damp: 3D Canadian wintertime depression.

What to do to beat the winter
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Watch every movie on Netflix set in a sunny, tropical climate,

start a poetry reading group where everyone must pass the joint before they read,

call a friend, bust out the tequila and turn the post-punk playlist up loud—
it’s time to dance on the ceiling!

Eat the cheesy jalapeño poppers without guilt; just don’t forget to log the calories.

While you’re at it, you might as well blow your budget and order some
Thai from Royal Angkor or the best calamari with aioli in town.

Noom says to live without guilt and shame, we must be allowed to eat what we want sometimes

‘cause you only live once, and in winters that last almost five months,
spent mainly indoors, you’ll need to have a plan for

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Don’t think about Philip in Savannah having outdoor oyster-shucking,
pool parties in January—you don’t even like oysters.


And never forget that comparison is the thief of joy.

Read more poetry by Christine Bode in Eden Refugee and Eden Redefined.

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POETRY: “Oh, Eloise” by Christine Bode

POETRY

Oh, Eloise

A song-like poem by ©Christine Bode 2022

Oh, Eloise
The way you wail on your squeaky purple pig
When I’m talking on the telephone
Although you’re never ever alone
And you don’t want to play with me
My silly Eloise

Oh, Eloise
The way you carry big sticks, so proud
Then you roll over them on the ground
Getting covered in dirt, twigs and leaves
Rise to your feet and shake them free
My earthy Eloise

Oh, Eloise
Every spring, you live for bunny patrol
You cannot wait for our evening strolls
So alert, you seem kinda high
You stalk those bunnies with surprise
My stealthy Eloise

Oh, Eloise
The way you greet Molly and Daisy on the street
I wish you showed such joy for me
But you often act indifferently
You wag your tail for them, and my emotions sing
My playful Eloise

Oh, Eloise
The way you jump all over Aunties Tracie and Jen
You crazy tease, can’t get enough of them
You just want to lick their ears
Break their jewellery and make them sneeze
My charming Eloise

Oh, Eloise
When I’m on the porcelain throne
With my elbows on my knees
You stare at me and, with your eyes, beseech
Are we going to go outside now?
My yearning Eloise

Oh, Eloise
The way you stick your nose out the window of a car
Even if we’re not going very far
But we might go to a park, and you’re as happy as a lark
Merrier than in our home in your Doodle Zen zone
My happy Eloise

Oh, Eloise
You break my heart to please you
When I take you to the dog park
You hide under the bench, away from big male dogs
But when a bitch accepts your impish bow, it’s playtime now
My choosy Eloise

Oh, Eloise
The way you hide under the bistro table
When we’re all alone at home
Even if I offer you chicken or a piece of cheese
You won’t come out; you’re just that frustrating
My weirdo Eloise

Oh, Eloise
The way you watch Nature shows with me
Focus on mammals and walk up to the TV
David Attenborough’s is your favourite voice
Like, I even have a choice
My quirky Eloise

Oh, Eloise
I’m sorry for comparing you to Scully
You never stood a chance of filling her furry pants
That companion legacy is over now
And you just don’t know how
My distinctive Eloise

Oh, Eloise
You can’t live up to ill-judged plans
That you don’t even understand
Because you’re just another pooch
With quirks like smelling every girl’s cooch
My miscreant Eloise

Oh, Eloise
Your sensitive digestion drives me to my knees
Along with your separation anxiety
But I wouldn’t trade you now
Stop caring; I don’t know how!
My needy Eloise

Oh, Eloise
Panting and vomiting bile, diarrhea every few hours
For two nights in a row, my worry’s starting to grow
Tell me, what can I do for you
When it is now a quarter to two?
My boney Eloise

Oh, Eloise
You are my life; you are my prayer
Please stay with me
I love you and want you here
I never meant I wanted you to leave
My poor baby Eloise

Oh, Eloise
It’s our third anniversary of being
Housemates who must surrender to fate although
This isn’t what I had planned
When I named you after a cover song by The Damned
My only Eloise

Oh, Eloise
I swear I love you; you’re my reason for getting out of bed
I couldn’t bear it if you were dead
So sweet girl, puh-lease heed my pleas
We’re off to see the vet ’cause I need you here with me
My darling Eloise