Best Clemente Poems

San Clemente 
San Clemente is a mini state in the north of Portugal, just at the border of Spain, 
it was founded by a flatulent...

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Standing there.
Standing.
This is so-called the 'Clemente'.
Named after one of those players.
A player of the game.
I can see everything from here.
The whole city.
In all of its...

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I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):

Say...

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No need to brag
Jeter #2 was born to play and win; now that’s swag
For twenty years he has been the face of the MLB
Games played...

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Cry me a river  cry me a river

The change has arrived

Where are all the heroes

Heroes like jolting Joe D

Hit the ball to outer space

Running...

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This is a very special day in Bulgaria, my friends. Here - 
http://www.balkanfolk.com/news.php?id=23 - you can read more on it.

marigolds

marigolds 
San Clemente*

and the sun that...

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marigolds 
San Clemente*

and the sun that is
opening
we will lose ourselves
before they find us
in the eternal searching
for ourselves
(and the mind again
steps over us)
did you recognize the...

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I trip to the O, 
For grease monkey fries and a 40oz,
Scaling the Cathedral of Learning,
This is Oakland.

A roll of the die,
Stadium of choice,
Clemente Bridge...

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Ozzie Smith, Yazstremski,

Dave Stieb and Robin Yount

these men were of a special group

It's one I'm proud to count

There's players who achieve a goal

While others just...

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Big Bear I met her there
She was in the snow.
San Clemente
By the sea
Her hair golden brown.
Arcata
I like her,
Her redwoods running free.

from the book The Brooklyn...

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I
San Clemente is always a nice place and tonight, she was something different.
wound up by a creator’s hands to such beauty around how could one...

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I
the waves glisten in the moonlight
and there stands the wrestler with time.
trying to grasp the concept of youth
his being is like a grain of sand
underneath...

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the waves glisten in the moonlight
and there stands the wrestler with time
trying to grasp the concept of youth
his being is like a grain of sand
underneath...

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there are some people
I do know
they speak of places
I can't go
ooh then some
if God is real
might should I ask
the chores of one
done by two
Makes easy...

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