Moon Baseball Poems

The Tapestry of Leaves
Michael R. Burch

Leaves unfold
as life is sold
or bartered, for a moment in the sun.

The interchange
of lives is strange:
what reason—life—when death leaves all...

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I can do it, I swear...I can do it 

I'm going to hit a home run. 
I'm going to hit a home run...
Farther than any...

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Chicago now has cause to cheer
  The Cubs are winning games this year

     I've checked things out and found
 ...

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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.

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Good is not good...

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Catastrophies broke my soul
  But it never forget to love
  Life takes mysterious route
Where heart is like empty street
Trying crowds, trying lonliness and...

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Finders Fee
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i can trace augurous rebellion in any trace, whisper, tremour, even an...

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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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Poems about Children III

Miracle
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

The contrails of galaxies mingle, and the dust of that first day still shines.
Before I conceived you, before...

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As the crickets fiddled in the 
tall dark grass and the
bats swept through the sky,

I sat in front of my chiminea, 
feeding the flames dead...

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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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A tale of two twins ...


Kit:	That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I...

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Oh,, this is gonna be the night
Feelin’ the warmth of this incredible sight..
I will love you with all my might.
Holdin’ you in my arms so...

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All the dream lamps of the world have joined their rendezvous
In this porcelain time of the evening playing in my bloodstream
I am waiting when the...

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Suck a M.C. in the place to be mixing dope rhymes living out my fantasy.

Going down breaking you need someone to take your hand

Snake pit...

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Tortoiseshell tulips often grow at left angles to the moon and are otherwise adjusted to a sealed lip of ground. But a curled canopy of...

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