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May 17, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

CRACKER

                                                                                               Green colored cans.

                                                                                                Keep your feet dry'
                                                                                                   have a cracker.

                                                                                                     Drop and run,
                                                                                                    have a cracker.

                                                                                              The leech your friend
                                                                                                 bugs your brother,
                                                                                                     have a cracker.

                                                                                                  Keep your feet dry,
                                                                                                     have a cracker.

                                                                                           Pay no attention to the river
                                                                                                         flowing red,
                                                                                                      have a cracker.

                                                                                                 Don't look at the dead,
                                                                                                         have a cracker.

                                                                                              Home I am hungry for life,
                                                                                                  look into the cupboard.

                                                                                                           Have a cracker.
— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, May 17, 2009

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Mark

Mark

17 years ago

I saved some crackers

Think I'll eat these crumbs first. I have a cracker LOL Thanks Steve, Mark Trust is a secret that never comes home.
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 2 months ago

You have no clue

Dear friend, If you took the time to look to the wind the tide of life or even a bird that is alive. You would by chance understand me. O well what the hell to each thier own I say so walk with me and talk with me or just try to find your way back home. Steven A. Kacer
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

Steven

I'm not sure if it's on my end, or what, but the initial formatting of the first few lines is way skewed. Other than that, the only thing that really kind of made me cringe was the repeated usage of have a cracker. A little polishing up, and this could be nice. ------------------------------------------- "Until that ‘morrow render unto me That which is mine my stipend well deserved The fairest flower of your progeny Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams The cruel consequence of your conceit" - Steve Earle
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 11 months ago

Poetry

Dwarf, If I were to change the wording of have a cracker it would not be to the picture. So walk with me and remember the reason for the poem was just that the cracker. Thanks for the try yet this one you were to miss by a mile. Steven A. Kacer
Mark

Mark

17 years ago

War poetry

Steve, I read your poem twice. Had conversation with you over this one. I have read books of war poetry. It is loud and it is violent and I can see it - it is up front and vivid. That is what I personally like in war poems. Please do not be offended as to my prefered style of war poetry. On my third read now, I really think Jess is right. The cracker is just too much for me. If you could, would you call it as it was because I would love to read a blow by blow on this, really. Maybe in another poem :) Mark Trust is a secret that never comes home.
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years ago

You asked not I.

Mark. I will try to explain. To start the green colored cans you make me laugh as I'm sure you have opened a few. What the hell they come with a open tool. Got a few sheets as I'm running low that is to the paper friend. Ok let us start to the reason of the poem. Keep your feet dry well that is without saying a word as thes boots are a size not to my feet. Have a craker on the other hand is a picture of my brothers life. Have a cracker and relaxe as this will take a little time. Drop and run is a piece from his first letter sent home. Have a cracker was my thought as he and the squad found that was all that they held. A mistake hell yes it was. Yet as marines they wen't on. A river to play in no I think not as to the reference to the leech and bugs your brother. Are you full of the cracker? No i woulod think not. Ok as to the pay no attention to the river flowing red it is of just simple truth as they walked to this place fifteen strong and now only five are to stand. Don't look at the dead have a cracker. You can understand that without a word spoken. Home yes as I was gone to play in a different place yet I took the time to place a note and a box of crackers to the cupboard for my brother to see. Well I hope this ia all you need as it is more than I needed to remember of that day. Steven A. Kacer
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 2 months ago

Poetry

Indi, I laugh at my gray as I read the words you have placed. The poem CRACKER is just as it should be. Some at least a few will understand. Or should I say have a clue to the poem. The three my friend I write for is me myself and I. I offer you a green can no fire no bed to sleep just hell on earth and well I hope you are alive come the morrow of time spent. To say only this. Thanks for the one star you placed as I will send it in a letter to my brother by chance he will understand. He was and is a grunt a U.S.M.C. soldier. Have a cracker and I hope your mags are full. If not the try your best to survive the day and well what the heck thanks for not understanding the reason I placed quill to parchment my friend. Steven A. Kacer
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W.C.Wampler

16 years 2 months ago

cracker poem ......

S.A.K., I read your poem and felt it in your style. I read it again, and started to feel why you put all those crackers. Each next cracker must have been like another awful taste of medicine. I read it again and I think I see that some of these are different. They may not all be the same type of "cracker". But neither you nor your brother or friends will ever say. Rightfully so. Your style of writing is your style of thinking. Not to be altered except as you change yourself. Have goodness........wcw
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sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

16 years 2 months ago

Cracker

W.C Wampler, I would sit with you on a rock or by chance a sandy place filled with sun. The cracker is just what it is. Be it offerd to a person in church or a soldier in need of somthing to eat. To change me myself and I. No I think not. Excuse me yet what the heck. I laugh and cry I play and pass by the life of change my friend. Like this as I sit in a grave dug for two. Have a cracker and well hunker down as life is what you get from time to time. Cover me with lime pave over my place my time. Then when it is time I will walk agin in a world so filled with truth that I will bow my head. Untill that day my friend I will remain just me filled with sin. I offer you a green can with a tool. no worries it came with the sea rat Open it and eat what you will. Just save the one for the fire as she will be a sustance to place another to look away. Steven A. Kacer