Best Batting Poems

Hills come alive with sweet sounds of birds whistling tunes
Filled with harmonious peace, you sail within time
Gentle whispering winds through branches of trees call

When you...

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There was change, an odd pulse 
A new cadence, and tone, in the place I called home
where my mother had been
Where white fences stretched out...

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A long hard look softens to the touch
life lines   rivers that ebbed and flowed
the midstream upstream fight
has left its nicks and scars
but the...

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so look at us, the princess and her fool
          this painted jester - just a silly...

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You're a maiden so hot burning thoughts 
whom melts ice inside deep waves salted 
unfolding ocean swells kissing your feet 
For once spoke those hot...

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Remember that time
Oh that smile
that beautiful smile
that little playful smirk
tugging at my shirt
waiting for me to ask you to dance
That little blue skirt
Cashmere sweater
Your cheeks,...

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Mini, musical meowing, eight weeks old, smaller than
Icicles hanging from the porch, she slips into the
Snowbanks, a frock of fluffed-out fur, dashes in, nestles on
Tissue...

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Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla
and hailed from jungles near Manila.
Her poetry was swill
so to pay all her bills
she did strip shows for native gorillas.

She went...

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Some days pour like water from a teapot...
Other days like thick syrup from a spoon...
When you miss someone so much you can't stop...
Those feelings in...

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Face for fading music
Disappearing in the distant
Those that stood still
Were called forth by the mystic
To answer a question
To answer the inquisition
For this was not the...

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(oh, mercy ... )

amazing eye whites,
perfect and pure as glacial ice -
they draw me in,
like diving into a clear Caribbean lagoon,
fluid and cool ...
brown iris...

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Well let me tell you something,
before you run off with your boyfriend,
with his sports car and his twelve inch kielbasa
stretch out in his tight stone...

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a heart met on with buoyancy
  yet wends to futures, dreamed
    those hells retired 'midst clarity
     and...

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On Christmas Eve night,
The only sound
Within our house
Comes from its wooden frame,
Creaking
And settling
Like three footsteps
Carefully
Stepping
From the upstairs
To downstairs
Then nothing more,

An exhausted ghost
Lifted
From the hot air
Of...

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We gathered around an old, grey battered table,
one leg was to short, darn thing was unstable.
Spread out on top laid a map with torn edges,
markings...

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