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Home Run

It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
 It wasn't because he wined and dined her....
   She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
       trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
                                                                   for their oldest son's birthday
She loved him because he played with their kids, even after a hard day at work...
     baseball games in the big front yard...
            cheering them on...
                not getting angry when the youngest son 
                           knocked a homer 
                               straight through the living room window


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Depression

Fighting Depression
We’ll defeat this enemy
We’ll soar like eagles

Edward J. Ebbs - 09/27/14

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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George Theodore

This man was affectionately nicknamed “The Stork”. He played only two seasons with the Mets from New York. George was a native of Salt Lake City. His major league baseball statistics were not pretty. When interviewed, he would often deliver a vintage quip. He would have played longer if he didn’t dislocate his hip. After the 1974 campaign, George walked away. He is a youth baseball coach and school counselor today. I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.

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The Victory Dance

To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?

To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded… 
And ‘Sooner Magic’ is on your side. 

Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.

So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…

And do the Victory Dance.


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Ball

That feeling when you step to plate,
Knowing it's some type of fate.
Looking at an open grass,
With three bases you need to pass.

Grasping life by the hand,
Time to take this with a grand slam!
Stepping to home,
A swing with a small groan. 

I watch as the ball got plastered,
As I ran faster and faster.
Slide to second!
Drop the ball!
Steal the third!
Good call.

It's when I stare at home,
My mind fixates to a drone.
There went the "CLING",
As my legs began to sing.

Home I go,
It's the more I know.
The cheers abrupt,
But die when we know it's not enough.

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Battle Over the Diamond

                                 pitcher

                          cool,          cocky
               
              examining, taunting,  throwing

          batter1, batter2, pinchhitter, batter3

              readying,     waiting,     swinging

                        ready,         missed

                                  catcher

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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

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Play Ball

baseball and poetry love them both
just like writing baseball excites me too
and during the recent months they’ve gain growth
love it as much as writing an haiku

can’t wait next month the season will begin
I'm not like others I never played golf
if I’m lucky I’ll catch a Red Sox win
outside of Fenway was a sign for Gulf

besides Poetry Soup may be else where
such as MLB dot com checking scores
I love baseball because it has some flair
as a kid bought cards from many stores

when summer is here I’ll watching more
wife and I caught a Red Sox Phillies game
and my wife didn’t find the game a bore
but lately the Red Sox have brought us shame

but the new season will be starting soon
enjoy the games even from the saloon

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Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

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Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather.  Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles.  I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young.  In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family.  As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles.  As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing.  Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather.  Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven.  And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)

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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013

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BASEBALL acrostic

                                            BASEBALL

              Batters up…..the tingles start and now we know its spring
              All the winter woes are gone and baseball fever sings
              Seats are chosen --lucky fans will sit where they can see
              Easy chairs for some are best--- the price of them is free
              Bull pens hold the players and the feelings there run high
              As the batter taps the plate he glances at the sky
              Like somewhere there is a baseball god who’ll help him out
              Luckily he smacks a low ball—it’s a home run and a shout

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Off the Bench

my baseball playing days in Teeners league
hardly played my main position was bench
by not playing I never had fatigue
use to dream of being like Johnny Bench

in the navy I wasn’t on the bench
I was a star during those times at sea
In France I even spoke a little French
my time out at sea I truly felt free

those days are gone yet I’m reliving them
poetry has been that light at the end
it has nothing to do with my brain stem
I admit this is my life no pretend

I have lived on a bench for a few years
it felt that way yet I never shed tears

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hawkers

Hyperbole is a spots cast
Announcers have egos so vast
My ears must have rest
From this lambasting pest
Collection of morons amassed


Author's note: Is it getting worse, or is it just me?

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baseball seasons

Baseball seasons here
Starts when summer is near

If the first baseman catches the ball
I hope the ump makes a good call

Eating sunflower seeds
Winning is what we need

That means school being out is near
Until next year                                         



                                     by jake doyle






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Life is Like Baseball

Focus means everything!!!


Effort.       Courage.


In times of our lives we strike out,


But it's a team sport.


Think about when you hit that home run!!

It really doesn't matter who was there and who was not.


Who applauded and who did not.


Moments are all we have...


Love and the fight for survival continues on....

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When a Grand Slam is Not Enough

The game of baseball can sometimes be rough. Teams often play competition that can be too tough. Often, even a grand slam home run is not enough. Last night, our team managed to tie the game. However, the other guys scored a run in an extra frame. We wound up losing the game in the tenth inning; what a shame! That is what happens with an ineffective bullpen. The boys will just have to get together tonight and start again.

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Sleepy Sport

In our heads the season was far from over
so we played a game in late September.
He said, "before the sun sets
can we not take a rest?"
"But we already are, this is baseball remember?"

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The Baseball Shame Game

Long gone are Hammerin’ Hank Aaron
and The Say Hey Kid Willie Mays.
Now there are only Steroid Sammy Sosa
and Bulked Up Mark McGwire.
What the heck happened to our beloved baseball game?
It’s a hell of a thing! It’s a doggone shame!

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Shoeless Joe Jackson

Shoeless Joe an idiot
and still baseball’s patriot

baseball is his passion
he’s not a subtraction

he was pushed out of baseball
for not being smart at all

lacking knowledge is no crime
remove his name from the grime

Joe Jackson placed in shame
he should be Hall of Fame

I’ll say again he did nothing wrong
He played this game of baseball real strong




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Champions are Made

Another team has made the grade
because champions are made

An unknown team in a Fenway glade
Was where these champions were made

Brought together by many trades
Is how these champions were made

They did mesh this strange brigade
Now this champion team is made

The bearded men would not be swayed
Determined champion team was made

The season long, they would not fade
The stuff of which champions are made

Strength and skill both on display
Showed how champions were made

Season won team on parade
This champion team was made

In 2014 begins a new crusade
A new Red Sox team champion made!


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Spring Training

Why is the pitcher in for only two innings or three? Spring training is going on right now, you see. From a long winter, veterans scrape off the rust. Rookies trying to make the team hope it’s not a bust. They work hard to earn the manager's trust. You will see players with an unfamiliar name. Everybody only gets one or two at bats in a game. On the field for a few innings, then into the dugout they go. Who is going to make the team? The managers want to know. Why all of this fuss? There is a very good reason. The teams are getting ready for a 162 game season.

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Off To The Ballfield

Off to the ballfield
Where I once used to roam
From sun up to sundown
I'd call my home

No worries
No cares
Left all my troubles
There 

Great times were had
By all those who played
I remember each moment
Like it was yesterday

Now I'm taking my son
And a group of his friends
To hit a few balls
And bask in the sun

I hope he remembers
This time that he'll have
Playing in ballfields
Putting troubles behind