Crackerberries's Blog, page 22

She Snores

SHE SNORES Every night she goes to bed, Marks the page of book she’s read Kisses husband, prayers said, On a pillow lays her head Through the window, view the moon, Tired, weary, sleep comes soon. Blanket covers chubby legs, In the morning, she’ll cook eggs. Sleep will come but so will plagues The soft … Continue reading She Snores

Repeat After Me:

Repeat after me: Dear God, thank You for this day You have made. Lord, fill me with Your Spirit today. I can’t fix yesterday, and tomorrow may never come. Cleanse my heart from the fleshly residue of yesterday’s fallen humanity. Scrub my thoughts and motives so they shine purposely to follow Your footsteps. Repeat after … Continue reading Repeat After Me:

Quiet Time

Quiet time: we all need some.     Advertisements

Philomena’s Parade

Each day Philomena leads the parade Through a buttercup field never been hayed Heifers and steers they trudge across the land No knowledge of what their owner has planned “There’s no money in it,” claims panjandrum Why does he raise them?  It’s a  conundrum Dumb old man, who will excessively boast He raises the meat … Continue reading Philomena’s Parade

Ouija Board

Ouija Board (for Bode) Bode asked me what I knew about the Ouija board. So, this is for you, Bode. Once upon-a-time, long ago, and far away I had an experience with the Ouija Board that I will never forget. It still brings chills to my spine when I think of it today. I was twelve. … Continue reading Ouija Board

Naked Northeast

My name is Nemesio and I’ve been sober for 10 years. It has not been easy and I struggle each day, but each day I get through gives me the strength to wake and face another day. When I was growing up, my parents would send me off to camp each summer. I remember gathering … Continue reading Naked Northeast

Merewood’s Mountain

Merewood’s Mountain “Build it, and they will come,” the words rang loud, Though dead twenty years, father’s voice still proud. It wasn’t just any old mountain top, When stars aligned, underground springs would pop, Water gushed shades from inside the rainbow A fireworks show, made from water-flow. Few had seed this Mother Nature’s treasure Merewood … Continue reading Merewood’s Mountain

The Lost Art of Letter Writing

The Lost Art of Letter Writing I love to find an old fashion letter in the mailbox. In this day of instant gratification, letter writing is something of the past. I used to have a few pen pals who I could count on to correspond with. Like dust in the wind, so shall be the … Continue reading The Lost Art of Letter Writing

Keep Going

K came hard for me. I kept thinking “Kilroy was here!” I remember seeing that with a Ziggy nosed kind of face on a building in Fryeburg, where I grew up. After the first time I saw it, Kilroy would turn up all over the place. As I was trying to come up with something … Continue reading Keep Going

Joe & Ella’s Journey

  Joe and Ella are back.     Advertisements