Best Bat Poems

He was known as Joltin John
With his baseball bat and his cap upon

He played the game with vigour and speed
Many a supporter said he was all that they need

Was born Guiseppe Paolo DiMaggio number eight child
Lived in America  for his eighty four years 'til...

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Dad gave me my first wood baseball bat
an Eddie Mathews signature model, 28 inches long
when I was 10 or 11 ('66 or '67)

shortly after he got me my first lefty glove 
(I still have it, so small! with a bullseye crudely hand inked in the...

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I have a cat that wears no hat;
though her paws do love to bat,
her mice and balls,
all through my hall.

A clever cat,
a feisty cat,
I made her a nice catnip rat;
my hyper-active tabby cat.

A cat with tail all poofed and fluffed;
her claws are never, ever rough;
they’re...

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The picnic was set for today:
A cause for two hips and hooray.
With Split and Blueberry,
Their time would be merry
That’s if nothing got in their way… 

The deviled eggs had to come first,
‘Cause a picnic without them’s the worst.
They proceeded to beg
The hens for some eggs,
And...

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I know a lady who sports two huge chins
She even proudly shows off her bat wings
Always smiles as she goes
Never airs her sorrows
Joy to the world this happy woman brings.

This lady will go out knocking on doors
To see if anyone needs help with chores
She does...

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Bat, ball, and glove, a sacred rite of spring
Timeless afternoons of joy shared by all
Everyone gets a chance to give a swing
To meet the challenge: putting bat on ball.
Stretch, windup, and pitch, a flaming fastball
Hitter gives it flight with resounding crack
Outfielder’s eyes wide, then pedaling...

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Yes, spring has sprung and the bat phone is ringing.
Dragon is at it again! He grabbed his cape! No kidding!
Wouldn’t you know! Here we go, with his eyes to the sky.
Look out bad guys! He’s soaring up in the air, so say bye-bye.

In this case...

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Take me out to the kill people game
Turn me loose on the crowd
Give me some kidneys and backs to crack
I don't care who it is I attack
Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud
If they don't die it's a shame
Cuz it's one, two, three...

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"Bat Crazy 5"


Some say

she was batsh** crazy
life hits the windscreens 
in the labyrinth of life
that way

the foot remains pinned
to the metal, fast to the floor
full speed, left brained left hand 
holding hard-gripped the gear stick

an upwards inflection, “You know”,
in the Queen’s Land, "all under control"
the...

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written for my dear daughter, Natalie


Nat, the vampire bat,
Was as cute as a bat could be-
She loved to go to school,
But hated her class on hematology.

"I think I'm in the wrong body,"
She often would exclaim-
"I cannot stand the sight of blood,
It makes me go insane."

"My...

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The crack of the bat, game’s invocation
From stadium to sandlot, all the same
Temples to the spirit of our nation
Listen closely, wind whispers ancient names
The greats in attendance at every game
Rejuvenated by the youthful heart
The soul of our sport, true performance art 
Its palpable spirit, real...

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~*~
~~**~~
bat flies sees nothing
from his nest eagle sees all
the groundhog takes bets
~~**~~
~*~...

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bat
echo detective
hanging around hovels
pursuing dwellers of the
night...

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There’s a fluttering in my attic;
something’s alive up there.
The cat is getting frantic
and I dread going up the stairs.

I hope that it’s a bird,
rather than a bat;
unless I have misheard,
oh, I’d better get a hat.

I recall my sister’s hair,
when a bat flew into it;
it truly...

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Bat's fang ditches, vampiric disease needs stitches,
as carmine blood seeps, forever now she sleeps...

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