Best Big League Poems

This a phrase I hear a lot;
Who’s your man, who you got?
Mine’s the man who at games end;
When death has crept up to his cot;
In...

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When the lights go out
An the curtains close 
Everyone goes home what do you do
Do you stay behind to study your lines 
And make a...

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One, two, three strikes your out
Playing our rivals, another epic bout

The stress of playing inning after inning
Sweaty hands and butterflies are all beginning

It's the start...

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There once was a boy who didn't know what he wanted to do when he grew up

The taller he grew
The more he wondered what to...

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My Continuous Incredible Poem Series is
dedicated to Will Rogers, Robert Frost and
Ogden Nash who I forever will admire and
use as examples to follow. With them...

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Holy crappola
Every day that goes by
Gets tougher to remember
To do up my fly

Constantly happening
I'll be flying low
The girlies do gawk
As I put on a show

I'm...

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Absent was the word I remember as meaning
not present in school.

Now that term represents way more in my life.
Being manic depressive there are certain levels...

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having grown up with a smoker for a father
i have most certainly inhaled my fair share of second-hand
so i never fell for the allure of...

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When I was fifteen my friend 'Riff' and I
started our very own garage band,
and for the first year we truly stank,
but I've always been a...

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Every kid loves to hear that glorious sound                 ...

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You took over play at first base one day,
and showed everyone you were there to stay.
Your big league career no one could delay;
you were too...

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He is a San Diego native southpaw.
One of the best young pitchers I ever saw.
The Phillies chose him first in 2002.
In 2006 was his big...

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Foxes found themselves at home 
In a match they could dial in by phone 
A villain came into their midst 
Trying to cure themselves from...

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Small stadium built in the late forties,
minor-league once, but has been left behind,
built with girders and backless, wooden seats,
a local relic of an older time.
The...

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Midway twenty twenty, 
we are keeping a fair distance,
We somehow went back to nineteen eighteen
on paper-boat with supersonic speed,
A virus showed again up 
From Northern...

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