Heaven Baseball Poems

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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The best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part IV

King Henry the Great
by Michael R. Burch

Long live the King! 
Send him victorious, 
happy and glorious,...

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God Recruited Us to Play the Game
By Franklin Price
02/11/2022

God recruited us to play the game
And He blessed us every day,
Protected us against ourselves,
In the places...

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Daddy's friend, Mr. Baines, was a Yankee man.
Daddy's friend Mr. Mon, was a Dodger Man.
My daddy was heart and soul, a Cardinal man.

During those early...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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  A Nirvana Sunrise and Matt Amish


   Cat whiskers, pen, notebook.
   Brain flowing with ideas blending
   with hazelnut...

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Some numbers tumble down the hallowed halls of baseball’s past -
a sport of numbers after all, these memories hold fast.
Stan Musial wore #6, Lou Gehrig,...

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Here on the dance floor ready to begin.
My turquoise sequined gown
just meets my shin.

I love the feathered boa that
encircles my neck.
I look as stunning and...

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POEM " FROM DUST TO DIAMOND " by martin gedge

With Heart and soul insight a goal a rookie breaking camp
of brawn and steel and sex...

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Elvin and Leroy were baseball players
From the time they were six years old
And best friends since the early days
A million baseball stories to be told

Their...

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It was a trip that started 
'fore my classmates departed
And we're headed somewhere I didn't know

Breakin' out early 
On an unexpected journey
I was only too...

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Shoeless Joe Jackson
Iowa isn't heaven
but it's close enough...

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Filling space
This enormous white square is taunting me 
daring me to fill its pristine quadrangular
with words to soil its surface and after the dead
send it...

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He hit it high, he hit it far
Up, up into the blue it went
Bottom of the ninth and tied
A run would be heaven sent

Back to...

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A young boy that loved the game
Would always practice and never rest
Because he always wished someday 
To play with the very best

Dad and son played...

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