Batsman Poems - Poems about Batsman

... Friends, Romans, Countrymen, gathered in awe to watch The Master and his name exhort, and at the crease blazoned a century score by the Lion slayer in fierce onslaught. Cut, hook, ......

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...Out of a neon jungle the big cats prowl the wind in the willows unrecovered, for when the cats and wind begin to howl I am stoned and the boys truly mothered! So I rip in and bowl an insw......

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...I have no doubt that soon it will be summer. The daffodils have taken flight, fire no more warms the night. The rain has gone, no need to run for cover. Not long now ‘til summer, bl......

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...Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off Just as cricket life is s......

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... "Wise Monkey" I am tired I am so so tired Just sit for a while See no evil Hear no evil Speak no evil Shut my eyes Listen to emptiness......

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...Ball,Bat and wicket Three making thrill cricket Ballers,Batsmen and Umpires To differ to defend in all affairs Batsman to sweat more to shine Shining ball for the baller to shine Saliva a......

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...Written for my friends son, bowling in the picture, for his 13th birthday. 05-13-2020 The sun is shining brightly, a special day has dawned The spectators they have no idea, the fear that will ......

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...https://youtu.be/A7NzFzy7_NE Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory. Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment, full effort is full victory. Cricket no......

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...IF NOT If you can’t keep your head when all around you Are keeping their’s and blaming it on you. If you cannot trust yourself when all men look to you And condemn them for relying on you to......

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...I remember, I remember my garden of joy, It gave me great happiness when I was a boy At the bottom of the garden was a delightful stream, When alone, I would sit beside it, meditate and dream. In......

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...I like Muslims, Particularly Yemenis And Pakistanis (in Yemen)— With whom, as a university don, I happened to live for six years. Arabic vowels render A Yemeni voice gruff. So even a greet......

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...I remember, I remember my garden of joy, It gave me great happiness when I was a boy ......

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...Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII (Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where......

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... Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time. Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ; tea and sympathy in a hullaballoo. The choice between Scylla and Cha......

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...Villanelle : The Cricketer’s Hakka : « How’s Zaat ! » Balls thud into pads bats gloves or whisk past batsmen At bowler’s end or square leg umpires stare stand « How’s Zaat ! » yell players ga......

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