Best Cracker Poems
there is a craving
in my heart
an anticipation
that keeps me going
propulses me
to greet each morning
with the same excitement
and childlike hope
as when I'd open
that new box of
Cracker Jacks
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on November 5, 2019
Categories:
cracker, hope, life, morning, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
I sometimes dream of days long passed
Spent sailing on the sea
Of visiting those foreign ports
And the call for liberty
Liberty expired at 2 AM
We all thought it was too short
So we hit the closest bar in town
Every time we pulled into port
Sometimes we got a little rowdy
There’d be a fight or two
Some times we just got crazy
To do the things we’d do
We were young and wild and free
Shipmates side by side
We’d dress in our cracker jacks
We all wore them with pride
Homecoming was special
Being away for half a year
We would set the sea and anchor detail
From the crew we’d hear a cheer
Women and children waiting
Standing anxious on the pier
Mothers smiling at their kids
Saying Daddy will soon be here
The one MC blared liberty call
The crew would cheer and then
We’d put on our cracker jacks
Good to be home again.
Categories:
cracker, life
Form:
Rhyme
Cracker-Barrel Oracle
by Odin Roark
The whittler
Atop the rickety steps,
Shavings piled at ancient feet,
Eyes the blade
Needing attention soon.
The canine,
Head lifted from paws,
Yawns,
Eyes open
Watching chips fall…
Wondering.
Dust swirls gritty remembrance,
Tumbleweeds careen,
History’s weathered saloon sign dangles,
Jailhouse door swings aimlessly,
Both hinged with rust of reborn pasts.
Wind stops.
Gritty remembrances pause.
Silence merges
With airborne carvings
Amidst ghost-like sighs.
Eroded stick now but a sliver
Awaits to discover its purpose
As whetstone awaits the blade.
A foreshadowing gust turns time’s page,
Beckoning next chapter’s revealing.
Prophetic air anxiously anticipates,
As carver laments
Yesterday’s memory
Today’s forever cycle.
A mutt’s whine suggests acceptance.
Few hear the silence or the quiet whimper.
Categories:
cracker, life,
Form:
Free verse
Who's in my cracker box?
I found a saltine in here...
And it's ready, for a bowl of hot soup..
Would you like to jump in, and join me?
I'm ready to crack up, and laugh real hard.
Too much salt floating around in here..
Gotta go..
Who's in my cracker box?
Cracker Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2003,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Categories:
cracker, food, humor,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Sara Kendrick (on the Soup) told me a story about a crow.
And from that story, I had her permission to write a poem
from what she observed. For her story, go to my poem,
'Brown Bag Lunch" and read her comment.
____________________________________________
"Caw! Caw!' was the sound of a crow,
as he flew over my head toward a pecan tree.
How does he crack those nuts? I wondered?
as with a full beak, he flew past me.
I watched him by an Atlanta street,
as he waited for a light to turn from green to red.
Then, quickly, he swooped down and placed the nut
where he knew a car's tire would tread.
"Caw! Caw!' was the call of the crow,
as he flew down once more to be fed.
But of course he waited 'till the light turned green,
otherwise, he knew he'd be dead!
The nut-cracker crow, amazed I watched him go,
and pondered how much more a small crow could know?
_____________________________________________
Note: Obviously much more! According to the internet,
crows have a brain the size of a human thumb. They
can solve complex problems and are as intelligent as a
7-year old. They are definitely no bird-brains! Someone
once said, "There is nothing more humbling than knowing
that consciousness is not just a human characteristic." On
the internet there are stories about both friendly and mean
crows. The comments are mostly about the mean ones. But
friendly crows who have visited bird feeders often leave gifts
like feathers, shells, and other small trinkets of thanks.
Categories:
cracker, bird, flying, food, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
if you can’t laugh at yourself you are racist
Categories:
cracker, culture, humor, political, satire,
Form:
Grook
Well all I know is
During my great depression
I couldn't stomach
Being with happy
People for a long long time
I'm pretty sad now
So please come visit
I will be the most gloomy
Meem you never saw
Categories:
cracker,
Form:
Haiku
Popcorn and peanuts
all coated in caramel.
That is Cracker Jack.
Categories:
cracker, food,
Form:
Senryu
Cracker-Barrel Sage
The whittler
Atop the rickety steps
Shavings piled at her ancient feet
Eyes the blade
Needing attention soon
The mongrel
Head on paws
Yawns
One eye open
Watching chips fall
Wondering
Why whittle
Worries
Boredom
Purpose
Dust swirls gritty remembrance
Tumbleweeds careen
Weathered saloon sign dangles
Jailhouse door swings aimlessly
Both hinged with rust of the past
Wind stops
Silence
A canine's whimper
A whittler's sigh
Eroded stick now a toothpick
Whetstone works the blade
A foreshadowing gust turns page
Beckoning next chapter's portent
Prophetic air anxiously awaiting
Yesterday's memory
Today's forever cycle
Whittler laments knowingly
Categories:
cracker, history,
Form:
Free verse
In quest of freedom
The sun burst through purple sky
Fire craker orange
Categories:
cracker, nature,
Form:
Haiku
POLLY WANT A CRACKER??
…and so they play
political musical chairs
uncostumed clowns
scampering about
like children,
pushing and shoving
accusing all
of acting like them.
Passing electronic notes
for all to see
while accusing others
of “leaking” information.
Feigning indignation
at the behavior
of their adversaries,
grandstanding before
a shepherdless congress,
Milling about the political
dog park sniffing and barking
leaving a mess for others
to clean up after them.
Pointing fingers and questioning
all but themselves,
entrenched in the idiocy
of egotism’s swamp.
Removed from the realm
of reality’s wretchedness
they sashay about throwing
other peoples coins
into the wishing wells
of beggar’s dreams.
They dine within hearing
of the rumbling bellies
of the hungry, the shuffling
footsteps of the homeless,
the emptiness of the addicts
desperation, discussing “programs”
and “initiatives”, form “committees”
to “study” the “problem”.
The nation is on the operating table
and they, the “doctors”
will walk out of the “operating” room
for a six week “recess”.
Most of those they claim
to represent haven’t had “recess”
since the fourth grade.
And “We the people”
put up with it,
are responsible for it
for we have become
a mindless rabble
clawing at each other
fighting over the table scraps
thankful for a band-aid
waiting to catch a glimpse
of the “Royal Court” and its
niggardly“ courtesans.
7/31/2017
submitted to – POLLY IN POLITICS – Poetry Contest
Categories:
cracker, political,
Form:
Free verse
Spare dimes and nickels were rather scarce when I was a lad,
But when I received a nickel now and then from my dear old Dad,
I'd hie to the store to buy a box of those ambrosial snacks,
Known to kids in all the land as scrumptious Cracker Jacks!
I can think of no other tasty morsel created for the masses,
Than that toothsome blend of popcorn, peanuts and molasses!
On the box was a picture of Sailor Jack in his sailor suit,
Along with his faithful mutt, Bingo, colorful and so cute!
Ah, but those magic words on the box are what caught my eyes:
"GUESS WHAT'S INSIDE!" - there was always a 'valuable' prize!
With trembling hand I'd reach in the box with great expectation,
And finding some trivial trinket, I'd give a cry of jubilation!
You might find a baseball card, jacks and among other things,
A tiny truck, ship, automobile and even 'diamond' rings!
A toy soldier, whistle, a fire engine, a small animal or plane,
A card with one of Jack's Funny Facts or a miniature train!
"What'd ya git?" kids asked, then swapping would commence.
In our youthful greed, these dealings grew quite intense!
In the autumn of my life, I peer back through the mists of time,
Recalling simple Cracker Jacks and times that were more sublime!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
cracker, childhood, funnyautumn, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a man who'd hack
Just so he could keep track
Of one he adored
But couldn't afford,
If she broke through his tarmac!
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-21 15:44:00 (EDT)
All right reserved.
Categories:
cracker, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Does chocolate milk come from a brown cow
Is a rabbit's foot lucky for the bunny
What good is a wish on a falling star
Are dad jokes never ever funny
Whatever happened to conversations
Why are people transfixed on high tech
Who cleans erasers from the chalkboard anymore
Why play kickball if you never get to kick
Will under your desk save you from an atomic blast
Are short people actually fun size
Whatever happened to kids reading comic books
Did Cracker Jacks really have a great prize
Categories:
cracker, children, humorous, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Good God Man!
What are you people thinking?
If you can’t drive that can any better then that,
You better give it to me.
It’s enough to make me want to start drinking.
Stupid Bimbo.
Your bulb isn't too bright…
Maybe if you weren’t yapping on your cell phone,
You wouldn’t have driven through that red light.
Blasted Blue Hair
You gotta be at least a hundred and ten.
How can you drive when you can’t even see over the steering wheel of that brand
new Mercedes Benz
Afraid you might get somewhere?
Scared that you won't?
The sign says DO so you DON’T
Nice turn signal Buddy.
Think you need to use all four lanes at the same time?
Didn’t they teach about those 2 bright yellow stripes in the middle of the road?
It’s call the Double Yellow Divider Line
How cool is it to be you?
Show me again what your too cool car can do.
Pay no mind to the photo radar snapping a picture of you.
Got mirrors? Know how to use them?
Here come the red and blues.
Hope your paperwork is in order.
It’s goon suck to be the late breaking story on the 6:00 news.
Loreen Parke
July 10th, 2006
Categories:
cracker, funnyme, red, yellow,
Form:
Rhyme