My sister's favourite 'snack' is filet mignon.
I'm less of a carnivore
and will be quite satisfied
with caesar salad and a baguette.
Of course I'll want to wash it down
with a generous glass of pinot grigio.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Cookies Out the window
Into the breeze,
Cookies dancing
Past the trees!
The apples rolled
Across the floor,
They bounced right out
The front door.
The popcorn popped
Jump! Jump! POW!
White puffy clouds
Floating now.
The soda fizzed
POP! went the cap!
It flipped itself!
Right off the shelf,
The cook walked in
And yelled, “Oh no!”
The ketchup squirted,
Hit his toe.
The carrot giggled,
The chips said, “Zoom!”
The butter skate-slid
Across the room.
He grabbed the snacks
But slipped in jam
Then landed right
On cold-cut ham.
The snacks cheered loud,
“Hip-hip hooray!”
They zoomed outside
And ran away!
And if tonight
You sneak a peek…
You just might see
Snacks on your street!
The road trips are for snacks.
That fire playlist to chew on,
a bag of Smartfood to munch on,
some Sparkling Ice to sip on,
then baby we’re gone!
Chunky sub sandwich for lunch,
you probably had a hunch.
I eat them toasted a bunch,
I’m addicted to that crunch!
This bag of almonds I chose,
tasty enough to inspire prose.
So delicious I’d never overdose,
always grazing that’s how it goes.
The snacks are for road trips.
Corn Snacks
I’ve been made conscious of
the fact that
corn snacks thought up the
first computer programming language used for
math and
scientific aim.
The beauty of the evening,
The blushing horizon in the west
I adore much the taste
Of sugary sweets blended
In the black coffee
In the mug of beautiful evening
Moistens my thirsty throat,
To alleviate an exhaustion
After my daily affairs.
The glow of appealing eve
Freezes to the stark darkness.
Thin cover of Black Satin
Sets nightly all over my body.
The cool and soft warmth
Of my subconscious body
Spins the deep slumber.
My whole body are then senseless:
By the immeasurable beauty
Of my beloved.
Warming me up at a snail's pace
Plunges to an iridescent dreams.
After having dinner,
Nice reflection of the glowing eve
Switches into gloomy night
I clean my hand and mouth
And feel me cozy by the leftover
At the edge of my dinner plate
Midnight snacks sparkle
Like diamond inside the coal.
The midnight snacks
A few pieces of food desecrates
As the complexity of my life
Tastes saline as the ocean water do,
Comes out frequently
Of my dehydrated throat
Something more pleasant savors.. .
*
Let Hans start reading some book:
Let him not this overlook
Or it shall him later hook
In a school they don't scores cook,
Her exit door for the crook
And who thinks he can rook...
Let him now try his textbook,
Who never his meals forsook
And sweet snacks made sure he took,
Who'd not turned-off radio brook,
For shows and concerts long look;
At Alpha Grades hungry look!
Orange peels litter my desk,
sprinkling sparkling droplets of orange oil
over my unfinished love sonnet
A croissant is over there,
I just remembered.
It soaks my slam poem,
which I shall never perform,
with buttery heaviness
Jelly beans, blue, red, green, white,
to be found on the remote island of
my travel diary, as profuse with blank verse
as the ocean is profuse with fishes
A peanut-butter sandwich, open-faced,
refuses to unstick from the sestina
I have given up on finding proper words
for
I need to clean up my desk.
When I was a kid at the movies
With money to purchase a snack,
I wouldn’t buy popcorn or bonbons
Or Bonomo’s taffy to crack.
My favorites were strange, I admit it
And ones that I’d never now buy.
The first, root beer barrels, were tasty
And gave me a soda-like high.
The other was Chuckle-like chewies
But all of one flavor, in green,
Called spearmint leaves, dusted with sugar
And part of my movie routine.
They’re both still around (Yes, I Googled)
But neither’s retained its appeal
Though back then, as a kid at the theater,
They brought joy during many a reel.
Seagulls fly white high
Looking with their eye
For your popcorn and
French fries on the tile.
Soaring through blue the
White seagulls paste against
The sky as white kites soaring
With a seagull call for snacks.
When you see the seagull
Landing quietly a white and gray
Sneaky seagull snatches
Potato chips with glee.
Whisking over and near
Seagulls like looking at
You eating your ice cream cone
And calls for more of your treats.
What a beautiful day to see
White clean graceful seagulls
Fly over near filling our
Lives with joy and memories.
Ok, I think I'm addicted to Welch's fruit snacks
They come in little packets and I keep going back!
The box is empty....way too fast
I may have to get help for this at last!
Or maybe I could be on a commercial one day somehow
Make some money telling people how great these are
- Buy them now!-
Heidi Sands
9/4/19
She did not recall those nightly forages
Those midnight snacks had packed on the pounds
From her eating habits she couldn't disengage
She needs to solve the mystery of those midnight rounds
Her husband was suspicious too
And he wondered what he should do
For someone was putting miles on his car!
It was really quite bizarre
So he installed cameras, both inside and out
To see what this mystery was all about
They reviewed the tapes after a couple days
They were both shocked and dismayed
There was his wife having a midnight snack
Sleepwalking to the kitchen and back!
The couple knew this was no dream
For there he was, driving down the road with high beams!
This sleepwalking couple knew just what to do
They'd kill two birds with one stone and go to the drive-thru!
--
7-20-18
Sleepwalking Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
I tried to eat a baseball cap
A dreidel and some lumber
Some beetles and a monkey trap
And now this swell cucumber.
Bar Snacks
A man walks into a pub
And asks if they sell bar snacks.
The barman says that they do,
"We've got roast goblin,
Grilled leprechaun
And deep fried fairy"
The man thought for a moment
"They all sound very tasty
But don't you serve anything elfy?"
Insane is the brain
Cerebral in infinity
Without endless thoughts
Counting backwards
To cascade forward
What is reality of the mind
And what is pure illusion of the heart
I make believe that what I say exists
But a figment is fruit from the Gods
Given to mortals as trickery
Promethius was tricked into death
By living again each day
I was fooled into breathing
By a soul reaper who
Breathed a mystery
Into me, like a gold coin
Rare and precious in the hand
Held for decades into admiration
So is the thoughts of a human
What we have created as our id
Has grown past manifestation into mast
By overpopulating culture or just cult
Not so secrative is the imagination
Not so quiet is the ravenous howls of
Humanity barking for the royal flesh
Of a new meat from the wishbone
Dying to be more than just ourselves
Potato chips,
Crisp and salty,
A few are burnt,
Therefore faulty...
Pretzels twisted
Around your neck,
But crispy and fresh,
Oh what the heck...
M & Ms upside down
Are W & W's,
I have to frown...
All I want, a piece of cheese,
All I've got, the sneeze of Louise
Wouldn't mind an ice cold beer,
Sip of champagne,
But I fear,
Lucky to get a drop of water
From a dirty puddle,
Oh, I'd love,
My sweetheart to cuddle
Sardines, salami, Ritz and more,
All those snacks I used to adore,
An empty cupboard,
Doors do groan,
Once again,
I am alone...
Just as well, appetite did fade,
Even for a chug
Of GatorAid
One last pack
Of long grained rice,
Not a food
I find so nice
One can fade away
In American life,
Resources unequal
Changes in your wife...
Have an olive,
Have a roll,
Put on some cold-cuts,
Satisfaction
Your sole goal...
Gnawing on my Slim Jim
I wonder if anyone alive
Ever met him...
Popcorn seems a
likely choice,
Popping in the micro
It's only voice.
All a dream,
I have no food,
I'm left in hunger
For me to brood.
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