"crackerjack" poems
I always thought I'd fall in love with a poet
A man who loved me almost as much as he loved words
Who composed verses in his head
While ******* my ear with his tongue
Instead, I fell in love with a fisherman with
crackerjack hands and icy morals
An Othello, not an Orsino
He loves me more than he loves love
Because we don't always fall in love with ourselves
Thank God.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 6:49 AM UTC
"It's an attack--an attack on our country,"
The president said. "It's a disgrace."
It's still amazing how he can say
The things he does and keep a straight face.
The Mueller probe's an attack on our country?
An attack on all we stand for? Say what?
Maybe if Trump had been honest and forthright
He wouldn't find himself in a rut.
What DO we stand for? Rule of law,
Search warrants, magistrates…
Where no one's above the law, not even
The president of the United States.
The president's idols--Putin, Duterte,
And Erdoğan--would never permit
Investigations into their own acts.
To strongmen it would NOT be legit.
To Trump a legal pursuit to find
Answers is a ruthless attack.
Yet Russia assaults our democratic
System, and Putin's a crackerjack!
Poor Trump just doesn't get it.
Whenever he talks, he more or less
Rubs salt in his very own wounds
And finds himself in a bigger mess.
-by Bob B (4-11-18)
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
If luck knocks on your louvered door you will have a chance to fight your enemy. You will stand up like a crackerjack prize and pay no mind to the man that broke your backbone.
Into the windowless courtroom you will trek. People lined up on hand carved benches, staring with unaroused expressions, waiting warily for their names to be called.
You feel your breath halfheartedly fill your emaciated lungs with foul and cumbersome air as you survey the miserable scene and avoid locking eyes with the man that was disguised as your one true love.
You wear a band of rubber which you snap on your wrist at the first sign of weakness so you stay focused on the gavel’s exclamation.
He tells your long-lost spouse from another life with another wife that this is not Watergate and “I don’t recall” will not suffice in his civil courtroom.
His honor dishonors his woven white robe when he yells in your direction with agape red mouth and judgmental judicial tone. When the courage strikes your hand-stitched smile will widen with words and you will command an audience of perjurers who will point forceful fingers at their prior partners that used to be ****** lovers and now sit dead pan wantonly waiting to bleat themselves dry.
Slam the gavel while the corn cracks in the microwave bag until all the edges have been popped out and fairness has been forced through the funnel like liquid butter with a diet coke to wash it down.
You walk away, down the dark labyrinth of hallowed halls snapping your gum and tip-tapping your heels as you flee from the referee who does not understand your half eaten heart with the wiggly worm within its wind-up walls. He will pronounce your fate with a backhanded expletive and a muffled “adjourned.”
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
Crackerjack, penny back, living on a dream
Pencil head, silly Fred, stay til he's mean
Debbie-downer, sit on the counter, can she move on
Howdy there, on a dare, don't be a pawn
Straw hat, kitty cat, I must be gone
Skippy chili, pilly dilly, standing on the lawn
Ritty rat, I'm out of that
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
My world will crash.
A victim to bash.
I felt like trash.
Losing custody happened fast.
To colorado we would dash.
The police took her away in a flash.
I hate my low life past.
My luck has always ******
It would take a miracle.
You won't find it in a crackerjack box,
Or a bowl of cereal.
Pet rocks or teddy bears that talk.
Nothing good ever comes easy.
I try not to be too needy.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Underneath the shadow of the
old Yew tree
where the dead men sleep
in the cemetery,
there's a woodpecker pecking
constantly,
so much for
'Rest in peace'
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
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So
There I was
Hangin from the cross
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Watchin the crowd
Everybody boo - hooin
&
Mopin around
Feelin sorry for themselves
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All except for this one guy walkin thru
The crowd
With a big box yelling
"Peanuts ! Crackerjack !
Peanuts ! Crackerjack !"
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He smiled up at me questioningly
I glanced at my hands!
"Ah!" ---- he understands!
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He moves on
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I rejoice!
AT LEAST SOMEONE GETS IT!
I think
And rise out of my body into the peace
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Crackerjack Jack fell through the cracks
down at the VA, ping pong, he would play
smiling the while, perfecting his style
shriveled and gaunt, by night and by day
to God does he pray, to take him away
Crackerjack Jack fell through the cracks
nevermore now, he doesn't know how
vacant and grey, to exit the fray
leaving no mark, eyes, simple and dark
the docs did disclaim, we're not to blame
As
Crackerjack Jack fell through the cracks
everyone knows
he ain't coming back
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
the
little gray mouse
with
green apple eyes
dropped
his
crackerjack hat
and
startled by that
when
mousing
the
tiger striped cat
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
the
war cannons
are silent
while
the
crackerjack soldiers
hoist
the
American Flag
with
the
sound of
The National Anthem
played in the background
after
the
battle storm
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC