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its there time
to get in line
listen to to band
the hogdog stand
catch from the wall
the water fall
this is the reason

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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Annoying Game
quite annoying
voices mutter
quiet chatter
huddled in confusion

Boring broadcasters
fains excitement
children watching 
not so mellow drama

The curse preventing
Felix the cat's first act
more chatter accompanies 
horrible organ music.

Resounding cheers
Greeks speaks
plays called.
"he walks the bases "
on cleats.

Dinner is served
on t.v. trays
Uncle does not move
He sits on the throne 
commandeering black
and white screens
with rabbit ears.

I wait for the final cheers
Of the win, Yes,,!its over
or the Boo's for losers
Baseball, way to ruin
a child's summer.!

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2015

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Coherent thoughts

Truth could not be eclipsed,
And you said it was a joke.

There was a mystical feeling,
Behind your saying that you 
didn't care.

I could feel obscure pain 
And you said it was alright .

A desire was shrouded,
Once you said I should leave 
you alone.

An Imperceivable feeling was 
And you said you didn't know.

I could feel you in disguise,
There was a silence of deep sea 

Written May 16th, 2013

Featured poem of the wk as on Sept 9th'13

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2013

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Life is Like Baseball final post

Focus means everything!!!....  

                              Effort.                            Courage.       


In times of our lives we strike out but it is a team sport.    

Think about when you hit that home run!!!!!!!   

It really doesn`t matter at that MOMENT who was there and who wasn`t.

Who applauded and who didn`t.      


Moments are all we have, when "time" itself was calculated by the stars and man; 
therefore i fail to believe it truly exists.   


Love and The Fight For Survival  continues on............

(Let's play ball!!!!!!!!~incidently my all time favorite sport to play, watch, and 
burn 'em, every chance I get!) 

Spring is here!!!     WoooooooHooooo!!!

Life is just that way. 

Thanks to all for allowing me to openly express myself here at 
this soup, where there is no norm in form, it's just poetryman.
 No right, no wrong... 
Let's shake hands because it sure has been an exciting game that at times I didn't 
realize I was even playing...! 
All in all life is sweet and short. 
May you be blessed in your lives and your creatitity.

                                                   *~THE END~*


Copyright © Lucinda Bulger | Year Posted 2011

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Hot Southern Nights

Hot Southern Nights

During the time before television came to our home                                       My dad sat there in his car on a dark Southern night
And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful
Game of Major League Baseball on the radio

O, there were other teams in the majors like The Pirates,
The White Socks, and The Red Socks that were popular
Teams.  But in my town in Northern Mississippi, it was all
About the Cardinals, Dodgers, and Yankees.

My dad had lots of friends, but two were rivals of the game
There was his friend, the Yankee man name Mr. Baines
And then, Mr. Mon, his other friend, was a Dodger fan
But my dad’s heart was in St. Louis with Stan The Man

In my mind I can hear those games now on radio, and in
My memory, later on when we obtained a TV, I can see                                     the Baseball Game Of The Week.

I mean no disrespect to other sportscasters, but Harry Carry                     and Peewee Reese made us feel like we were there in the stands

They say that baseball is America’s great past time experience,
But for me, baseball was all about ‘now and then’, ‘today, and
‘tomorrow’ too.  It was about a little country boy fantasizing
And dreaming today about what could be tomorrow

cj042010Curtis Johnson

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015