Best Hitters Poems

It only took about ten minutes for me to warm up,
so, I had time to play catch with a friend on my team.
The line-ups were...

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We have designated drivers and designated hitters
But where are the designated cowboys? 
The designated artists?
The designated illustrators? 
The designated astronauts?  
The designated dancers?

Who decides?
Is...

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Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame! 
 
               ...

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This Is My Plan

Now that things are quiet
Heavy hitters hanging low
It's time to post my bestest poems
And let my talent show

I see Deb, Lin and...

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The fact this pitcher was great nobody could deny.
He could take the baseball and throw it right on by.
His pitches usually blazed through the strike...

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Paper preparer please find cherry terror jackfrreeze frost frozen ice cycle are called and not chosen God fearing beware betrayal falls to all chosen green...

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It was just another Saturday night,
wasn't with nobody
My pockets were full
and my heart was on call
I was dressed to the nines,
and my hair was laid...

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Two National League teams departed New York City
when the Dodgers and Giants left the vicinity.
Both teams went to California out on the West Coast.
The Big...

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There isn't much difference in being a ROMANTIC,
Than there is is watching the CUBS latest antics.

You have to love life on some level, you see,
To...

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A collaboration with Kim van Breda - honored Kim

I've tossed some dreams
       into corners
where they sit rusting -
dissected spare...

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It was slightly overcast, that day in April.  The crowd was cheering.  They always 
cheered for him.  He was over age, over...

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Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch

Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ...
wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.



Laughter’s Cry
by Michael R. Burch

Because life is...

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Pitchers pitching. Catchers catching.
Balls are in the air.
The smack of leather, bonding together.
A spring time love affair
Coaches coaching. Trainers training.
Stylish Unis, socks and hats.
Gatorades, fresh...

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I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know...

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Some numbers tumble down the hallowed halls of baseball’s past -
a sport of numbers after all, these memories hold fast.
Stan Musial wore #6, Lou Gehrig,...

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