Best Crackerjack Poems
"I dream of Candy!"
Sweet cakes and peanut butter squares
A living diabetic's nightmare. -- My heart
sings to the beat, Under the Neutron Star Crunch
Sweet sugar cookies and peanut butter bars
Taunting whoopers,
Dancing dum dum's,
The sweetest silhouette show - in my room
Dreamy, Creamy Cupcakes in the afternoon
Cinnamon Cheerios cascade on my spoon
Sweeter than my sweet tooth
Now and later - a forever honeymoon
Jigglin' my jelly belly boo berry Butterfinger delight
I'm in love, licking the icy ICEE all night long
Extra freshness, once I crop a top off of a mountain dew pop
My eyes sparkle like diamond dazzle razzles in the sky
I LIVE to fabricate my very own sugar extract R.E.M. Sleep
Savoring the sound of saliva trapped in my mouth
THIS night - ovulated buds - wait to feast!
Enjoying delicious dulce music sleepy symphony
Braggin' and embracin' a pinata pillow escapade
Enchanted by a cotton candy crave - calling my name
Lalaloopsy licorice and lemonade tea
The best-wet dream I've ever seen
Marshmallows of solitude dulcify every fresh fantasy
Enticing in a bright slushy skittles daydream freeze
One fat sunny bowl of cereals and cane
Crackerjack spell --- chocolate chip swirls,
Caramel lumps constipate the brain
Sizing - peanuts and in a popcorn party payday
Wrigley's wild winter Spearmint Breath parade
Give me, give me, some Gummy bear Dessert
---------"Another Fruit Ninja hair DAY!"
Watermelon Taffy stuck on the top of my gums
Swallowing the whiteness in a whistle pop bar
I FELL LIKE A SWEET SUGAR STAR!!!
Glaze of glory erupts deep down my throat 24/7
Bubblicious, mint twist, Sunkist the best Twizzler breakfast
Yummy in my twinkie tummy, drooling over frosted flakes
One more strawberry smoothie 44 oz cup
Counting each and every Pez popping'' up
Goodnight light,
It's time to get lost under the midnight moon pie sky
SELF- Huggin'' and snugglin'' to a new sugar rush high
:-D
Weddings used to be solemn.
Reverent.
No one spoke as they entered the church.
It was like a funeral only less flowers.
Super respectful air of silence.
Solemn occasion.
We took it seriously.
Even the children entered quietly.
If there was a peep, people looked.
The rites were serious.
The priest or minister walked up and we could not hear their shoes.
Beautiful music was played.
Groom and best man walked up first.
No grinning or talking.
We watched in silence.
Bridesmaids walked up a certain way.
Flower girl laid down petals in silence.
Ring bearer dropped the rings and no one laughed.
Reverent.
A solemn occasion
When the song came on, we all stood for the bride.
No one stands for the bride now.
Bride and groom are pulled in on a sleigh with their children
Wedding held in a pub. Everyone laughing, guzzling beer.
Minister got his license sending in two crackerjack box tops and five dollars.
If he is not funny enough, some guests leave.
Mountain oysters are on the bar.
Yucka Yucka. Marriage is over in three months.
Billy left for a little league game. I was coming later with Mom.
Dad was out of town on business.
We got the call before we left the house.
An emergency. Mom left me at the neighbors, ran out crying.
She met the ambulance at the hospital.
Billy was pronounced dead upon arrival.
They had not done it at the field, not wanting to frighten Mark.
Mark was Billy’s best friend; he had swung the bat.
Apparently Billy had leaned his head forward at that second.
Right behind Mark’s bat. He got smacked soundly in the skull.
Two doctors and a nurse came running immediately from the stands.
They pretended he was alive, for Mark’s sake, and for the other Little Leaguers.
Billy and I were a year and a half apart; I did not know kids could die.
Until one did, my brother, my best friend, my comrade in everything.
I did not hear from him for years, until I did. He came to me in my dreams.
Told me everything was okay; he had found the best prize of all.
We had always fought over the prize in the crackerjack box.
He did not visit me again until I was pregnant with my son.
He told me that everything would be fine; he was my son’s guardian.
My husband suggested the name William; nickname Billy, of course.
B ats balls bases shaped like a diamond
A merica's favorite past-time being played
S luggers hitting those home runs
E ating hotdogs peanuts and crackerjack
B ases loaded a grandslam
A ll Star break in mid-July
L obbing strikes over home plate
L ove to watch the Boys of Summer play the game
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Nov 5th is close
Still need to finish the guy
Pa’s old clothes,
Pants, button up shirt,
Shoes and hat
Stuff and stuff
Make the guy firm
Plenty of leaves and hay
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
As we push the guy around the streets
People stop and stare
Drop a penny in our cup
One more penny for our fireworks
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Burn him
Roast him
Like he planned to burn
The House of Lords
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Nighttime falls
A top the bonfire
With fireworks in his pocket
In the garden and burnt
Thanksgiving for the plot's failure.
Rockets, sparkler, crackerjack explode
A top of the bonfire Guy is seen
A lit curling and swaying
Sounds of spitting and crackling
As he burns the dry wood
Smoke tendrils and curls towards the sky
Children eating hot chestnuts
Cheering and dancing
At the sight of a Catherine wheel
Sparkles with coloured flame
Rotating quickly putting on a spectacle
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
11/30/2016
to late for the contest
Down the lane in the summer sun-
that's where I long to go;
down where the trees bend low with shade
and the creek widens and slows.
Down were the city sidewalk starts
by the road running smooth and wide,
meet me there with your roller skates;
we will skate hand in hand, side by side.
Around my neck and around yours, too,
hangs a piece of string with a key
to tighten our skates when they get too loose
as we glide there, just you and me.
All afternoon in the happy sun
we will skate back and forth in the wind
sharing our secrets, being carefree,
on this perfect day for just being friends.
When we are tired we will take a break
and sit in the shade of a tree;
we will drink soda pop and eat crackerjacks
and add to our store of sweet memories.
How I would love to travel back there
to the time we were young and free,
that day we shared in the summer sun
when you gave me your crackerjack key.
Copyright, July 8, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
A Rose
Most chose
A Lily
So frilly
A Peony
Bee honey
A Hibiscus
Bloom discus
A Lilac
Purple crackerjack
A Daffodil
Yellow thrill
A Wave Petunia
Will rave Ah
A Begonia
So bona
A Daisy
Sun crazy
Knick Knack Paddy Whack
Can’t take back a wisecrack
If you wanna be a crackerjack
Earn a greenback from blackjack
Gotta buyback your backpack
Need to blister pack your flapjacks
Evident ebbing of drawbacks
Raises the bar for the sad sacks
The good life, so Kodak
So long as you don’t sidetrack
Selfie people hide in haystacks
Hoarding their golden tie tacks
Shall we ponder how to give back
Go beyond the dusty knickknack
Respect deserves a worthy payback
Not a flimsy whimsy kickback
Society requests a comeback
In the recesses of my mind, hashtag in the great playground of words
it pounds the imagination like a bully How a tic-tac-toe sign
becomes the word of the year
is this just some blip in a crackerjack box or will more non-words become words
Hashtag sounds like some corny
confusing childhood game like pinning a note on someone’s back or an oatmeal food fight in the lunch room
Hashtag medley melee maybe I am just stewing around immaturely hashtag juvenile data mining but I nominate guillemets, for this years word, which sounds more angelic but all this is more or less trivial quote unquote it is just a tweet geek hashtag tweek
Near water’s edge in evening, a young man
sits on a wooden bench, well-weathered, well worn,
his weary eyes amist. He’ll one day plan
to bring his daughter here, his second born,
so she can watch the lake, see its foamy crests
tip-toeing toward her, tip-toeing back.
He can only imagine how impressed
she’ll be, his little five year old crackerjack,
at seagulls swirling high up above her,
how hard she’ll laugh when their abandoned flight
ends with their heads submerged under water.
He can only imagine, driving home that night,
how much he’ll hope she won’t forget that day.
He clears his eyes. Through mist the gulls fly away.
11/8/2018
A big "if"
get a whiff
Me? zero.
my hero...
Ben Franklin
wise statesman
scientist
columnist.
Ben's passwords -
Poor Richard's
crackerjack
almanack.
Did Silence
Dogood sense
women's rights
and insights?
Philly fire
would inspire
Ben's brilliance -
insurance
Self-taught, thence
Ben invents
bifocals
smart mogul.
Next project
he'd perfect
ladder chair
with step stair.
Millionaire
takes a dare
Kites and keys
lightning please.
A new hat
diplomat
Ben would dance
off to France.
Death's closed door
eighty-four
Famous men
admire Ben.
September 18, 2020
rewritten March 9, 2021
for contest: If I Were Famous..
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that was a crackerjack
a dandy
a pippen
a doozy
a corker
a whale
grandson stared at his elderly grandfather
having no idea what language he was speaking
Bill and Ben the flower pot men
The Clangers and a soup dragon
Bungle and Jeffery and a Rainbow in the sky
Crackerjack, Banana splits go wild
Dick Dastardly and Muttley
Mr Magoo is that you
The Flintstones yabba dabba do
just some of my childhood tv friends
Riding on a rocket
Towards the stars
One is the brightest of them all
Let's call it the sparkler
The masterchief of the partyhosts
The crackerjack banging the wall
It's making the catherine wheel turning
Through the fage clouds and their smoke
I gave you a penny for your thoughts
And sold it to the guy and hot chestnuts
Probably think something's out of whack
Truth is, some quite important genes I do lack
Like the basic ability
To perform with sensitivity
Look in the mirror, see a real crackerjack!