Baseball America Poems

April 5—Get a sport into a poem!

Make Baseball Great Again!

It is time 
to make American baseball 
Great again

starting with creating a worldwide 
baseball competition 
with...

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Busy time very frustrating watching my 
husband and ciro gargano go over the 
blue prints over and over again during 
the 1984 elections for lake...

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You left me all alone again in the therapist office we went over all the scenarios what we would say but there you were stunned...

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Life is a circle. 
Situations are a mixture. 
A circle of thinkable and unthinkable
opportunities gets you jumping irrelevantly. 
The slipy nature of happiness goes in haste; 
you want...

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Fantasies glisten. Wealth untold.
Dimly clear; seen near and afar.
Wee men; chase around pots of gold.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.

She wishes; he’d only listen.
When lovers drift....

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I look up at the skies above me 

 to describe how I was feeling  

but there was no color in the sky ...

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If I knew one thing as I was growing up,
it was wrapped in two words: 'Love and Security'.
I never felt threatened or exhibited fear of...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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Boomers

Bottle caps were currency
Pop sticks were our props
Maple seeds
Were whirly birds
Spinning like a top

Hopscotch drawn on 
Down the streets
Jump ropes tied to reels
Double Dutch was...

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"her harassment is my his isn't"


you may
ask or
ass

certain 
why you
might be

seeing or
shall i
say

reading what
you think i
wrote or

didn't
again

say but
say you i
shall say to

you that can't
contain or...

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Small stadium built in the late forties,
minor-league once, but has been left behind,
built with girders and backless, wooden seats,
a local relic of an older time.
The...

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never on the news, never in books or movies
it’s people who like being a forgotten america
who like being on the frontier where the pioneers’
worship songs...

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They say...

Still waters run deep...
Then why are there so many shallow people?

When it rains it pours...
Usually the day after I wash my truck.

Walk softly and...

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My son collected baseball cards;
My brothers did, as well.
My Beatles card collection
Was the female parallel.

But there’s an opportunity
For everyone to buy – 
Although it’s hard...

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That really is my trademark. Day to day, week in, week out. If something happens and the crowd roars, I shut up.

~

Good is not good...

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