In the market, place there are substitutes for diverse foods to be ate
Cracker Barrel grits post toastee salmon fish chocolate-covered moose made out of hot dogs and turnip greens and desert frogs and marsh mush taking out of the hollow logs
Categories:
cracker barrel, adventure,
Form: Free verse
staying in an unalloyed and bald hotel
in the hague i request the following artefacts
one glass of water on the hour every hour
(throughout the night)
only the right leg of a chicken and sixteen pillows
staying in a cracker-barrel and commonsensical hotel
in mayfair i complain about the following oozing
the sheets are too white the bath is too big
(throughout the night)
my dog didn't enjoy his stay and there was no ocean view
and i leave you with this
when applying for a job as a play school teacher
don't forget to sing during the interview
Categories:
cracker barrel, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
"Can we still order black coffee???
Are brownies taken off the shelf?"
"Is White Castle changing its name?"
"I'm sure Cracker Barrel is screwed!"
"Can we still play Chinese Checkers?"
"No more Italian Sausages."
"I ask you, how far do we go with
this foolishness?"
Quote from David Schick
Categories:
cracker barrel, crazy, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Cracker Barrel — always a favorite.
Not my first choice today, but
we go where the grandkids go.
Warming my hands with coffee cup
...waiting...tap, tap...for the follow up.
I wonder if the waitress was in charge today…
Like an arcade ball, literally bouncing off
coworkers, aimless, goofy talk…
Our table, likewise, discordant —
not quite catching the right tune.
An unfamiliar waitress, all over
my granddaughter with hugs —
back off, lady...phew
The orchestrated mess came in due time,
like a thanksgiving dinner, where we wait for hours.
So glad my family didn’t throw a fuss. We were all
hungry, but not...starving.
Our lackadaisical fare showed up with lackluster.
dishwater hash browns, soupy grits. But the
plateful of biscuits, were honestly delicious,
as was the one french fry I borrowed from
my granddaughter’s plate.
So breakfast lacked perfection and some emotional
digestion at the table, but still any day...any day
with my grands is a perfect kind of day,
because I love them so…
11/26/2017
Categories:
cracker barrel, family, food,
Form: Free verse
And this one is quite the same...
So the kinfolk has gone off...
Does it matter?
No.....
Just ease over to the next town....
Where's a cracker barrel
Or sisters of the south
.....and feast away
Thanksgiving day....
An epic feast...
The following day is the first day if the Christmas season...
Not black friday
Categories:
cracker barrel, thanksgiving, thanksgiving day,
Form: Epic
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 barrel, life,
Form: Free verse
A pinch of salt, a dab of pepper, a spinkle of Mrs.Dash
Lets mix it all together
Gifted hands starting at the age five
Helping grandma in the kitchen all the time
Choosing to say in the house to learn all the ingredients
Instead of going outside to play hide and seek
Grandma always told me my hands are special,
You wait, watch and see what I tell you
Gifted hands is for certain people only
The miracles that you will be able to do
Don't forget what grandma told you
6 bars of 10oz cracker barrel cheese, eggs, carnation milk,
seasonings, salt & pepper
When you put it all together, this makes macaroni & cheese
One of the gifted hand's favorite dishes
It will melt in your mouth like a piece of candy
Grandma always told me my hands were gifted
Now I cater for a variety of people
Gifted hands is one of my best qualities.
Nerrissa Jenkins
Contest-With these hands
12/17/13
Visual #2
Categories:
cracker barrel, birth, granddaughter, grandmother, together,
Form: Free verse
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 barrel, history,
Form: Free verse
The miles that keep us far apart
are cruel and cold and lonely,
wishing you were here with me,
I'm thinking of you only.
Roads and motels separate us,
simple things that stretch and tear,
leave us yearning for each other,
distances too much to bear.
Faulty wipers, rusty chassis,
burning gas and leaking oil,
overloaded, low and heavy,
stale cheeseburger starts to spoil.
Maryland, then West Virginia,
white line fever, neon light,
blurred and blinded by a downpour,
makes it hard to see at night.
Monday morning, Georgia State Line,
Florida is beckoning,
I'll be in Tampa before noon time
easy, by my reckoning.
In your arms at Cracker Barrel,
final rest stop, almost home,
stretch my legs, I'll see my kids now,
Clearwater, no more I'll roam.
Categories:
cracker barrel, love,
Form: Rhyme
Missing the Point
By Elton Camp
Cracker Barrel is where I like to eat
Their great breakfast just can’t be beat
And, to eat in there I will also try
Since their health rating is so high
The place has an established routine
To assure that everything stays clean
The waitstaff are courteous as can be
And not a soiled uniform do you see
The restroom gets regular attention
There is no fault that I can mention
I sign attached just above each sink
Causes all their employees to think
“Employees this duty must not shirk
Wash hands before returning to work.”
But a waiter was about to pass it by
To clean up his hands he didn’t try
Then he saw my disapproving stare
“About that sign I certainly have care.
I’m not going back to work, but to take
My own breakfast on my early break.”
Categories:
cracker barrel, funny
Form: Rhyme
The miles that keep us far apart
are cruel and cold and lonely,
wishing you were here with me,
I'm thinking of you only.
Roads and motels separate us,
simple things that stretch and tear,
leave us yearning for each other,
distances too much to bear.
Faulty wipers, rusty chassis,
burning gas and leaking oil,
overloaded, low and heavy,
stale cheeseburgers start to spoil.
Maryland, then West Virginia,
white line fever, neon light,
blurred and blinded by the downpour,
makes it hard to see at night.
Monday morning, Georgia State Line,
Florida is beckoning,
I'll be in Tampa before noon time
easy, by my reckoning.
In your arms at Cracker Barrel,
final rest stop, almost home,
stretch my legs and see the kids now,
Clearwater, no more to roam.
Categories:
cracker barrel, family
Form: Quatrain