Best League Poems
Who coined this term?
Who decided to limit one’s spirit?
Who decided to deprecate those qualities that remain hidden?
Out of my league…
What is the measure?
Who created the scale?
Is it beauty????
There is an inner splendor that defies the term
Is it grace????
There is the graceful movement of the soul that
moves beyond the boundaries of description
Is it shapeliness???
The shapes and forms of the mind, the curves and lines
Are unclothed in words and unseen by eyes
Is it sexual dynamism???
The body may be painted by an artist, but it has no power to satisfy
desire unless it succumbs to the promptings of a sensual mind
Is it wisdom???
There is the wisdom verified by degrees and the wisdom of the world
which is broader and at times deeper than the few letters at the end of a name
Is it wealth???
The wealth of the world does not even begin to tip the scale
In comparison to the wealth of human character…integrity, loyalty, mercy, and love
What is it???
What is that illusive quality
That demands the stamp of
“Out of my league?”
I defy it
I renounce it
No one can label me…
Yet...I am in a league of my own
Beautiful
Sensual
Shaplely
Wise
Wealthy
Dynamic
A dynamism that a label cannot hold
A wealth that cannot be weighed
A wisdom that guides inner spheres of life
A shapeliness that flaunts the norm
A sensuality that inflames thought and movement
A beauty that shines in its own right
Yes! I am in a league of my own
If you are turned away
By outer appearances
By lack of wealth
And the trappings of prestige
You are missing the treasure
The sheer enigma
Of a mind that is deep, unbound, free
In this league that I live and breath in
This league of....ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Opening Day
will be coming soon
who are you rooting for?
She’s so out of my league.
She’s just so out of my league.
So many guys want her-
Who’d consider any other?
Seems no one can have her.
She’s just so sunny sweet,
No other girl can compete.
All my friends and I must concede-
She’s out of our league.
She’s seems out of my league.
But is she out of my reach?
Those guys give her the eye—
Discouraged, won’t even try--
Feel they don’t qualify.
She always walks alone.
Maybe I could walk her home.
If I can see past her mystique
She’ll not be out of my league
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained”,
I told myself again and again.
I could strut beside her.
I should smile and talk to her;
Always be kind to her.
Gotta step up, swing for the fence-
Exercise some confidence.
Maybe I’ll slink away in shame;
Or I might set her heart aflame.
(Chorus)
Could this working-class guy ever catch her eye?
Is she too pretty to be seen with someone like me?
Does she have too much charm to ever hang on my arm?
If I thought so, I’ve already lost.
He looked so darned small at the plate
For the pitch he just couldn't wait
Got a high fast ball
He swung for the wall
You'r out! But to mom he did great!
For the Favorite Sport contest....
Small city arena long out of date,
that is where this B-league team plays their games,
young men learning, hopes for fortune and fame.
I watch the practice, they shoot and they skate,
remember back when I was at that weight…
Here at least the ticket prices are sane,
NHL’s prices send shocks through my brain,
this is a fun time, even if they don’t rate.
The clean smell of ice as they drop the puck,
racing past blue lines from board to board,
small man gets cross-checked, he seems out of luck,
then big man in the box for five minutes more,
power play offense, a slap-shot is struck,
bounces of the goalie, a scramble to score…
By some stroke of luck or justice all the kids who were chosen last, mercilessly teased through the years or simply were too fat or thin to field or hit a baseball, managed to get into the same seventh grade class. While the resulting “peanuts” team did not win a single game in the tiny grade school league, at least they finally played.
wild pitch
wilder swing
catcher sweats
Published 9/2015 Cattails
Pete Rose and Shoeless Joe Jackson are gone
Major League Baseball locked the door with them
now with PEDs ban should be withdrawn
today’s drug use has darken baseball’s gem
in the early days baseball was strong and pure
except for being only for white men
maybe Ty Cobb was a bit immature
that was the way the game was played back then
baseball is a product of the USA
and Major league baseball is politics
it was a great game to watch and to play
and those stadiums were truly classics
Wade Boggs is the owner of Field of Dreams
baseball won’t flow away in any streams
It's not easy becoming a Legendary
Major League Baseball pitcher.
It never was and will never be.
You get put through the wringer
and hung out to dry.
From time to time you'll get little or no
run support.
You may have to face Legendary Icons
of the game 2 and 3 times in a game.
Come face to face with undisguised
Batting Champions.
Silver Slugger Award Winners.
Members and potential Members of the
500 Home Run Club.
Members and potential Members
of the 3000 Hits Club
A few Future Members of
Baseballs Hall of Fame
as well as Iconic MLB ALL STARS.
You will face monumental challenges.
You'll get worn down and roughed up
being on the road 82 games a season.
As a Major League Baseball Starting Pitcher
you suck it up, go out on the mound
and challenge history.
You bring your "A" game
You bring your best fastball
your best curve ball
and your best change up.
When you average 33 starts a season.
Average 10 complete games per season.
Average 3 shut outs per season.
Throw a No Hitter every 3.857 seasons.
Face an average 972 batters per season.
Average 232 innings per season
Through hot , cold , humid and sticky weather.
Give up an average 169 hits per season.
Average 232 innings per season.
Average 82 earned runs per season.
Give up an average 14 home runs in 33 games
over 232 innings per season.
When you average 120 walks per season
Strike out an average 246 batters per season
for a career total of 5714.
It kinda looks like this.
6.6 hits per 9 innings
4.7 walks per 9 innings
9.5 strike outs per 9 innings
Over 27 seasons.
When you do that for a total of 27 seasons
The critics will call you the next
Nolan Ryan.
The Legendary Strike Out King
Member of Major League Baseballs
Hall of Fame.
Michael E. Harris
02202022
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 of the seventh inning stretch
A Coke and peanuts are a great fetch
Bottom of the ninth, MAN! we're behind one run
Rally caps are out, and the chanting has begun
I'm not a big league baseball slayer
I'm a ride the pine little league player
I wish I had the courage to say;
"Put me in coach, I'm ready to play!"
Sure i hit hard, always shining like a star, i carry more pain than any man
I'm half metal, I'm prt metal too ever since I was knee high
Trust me i learned early, 11 mnths. i was walking and stomping by then
May i remind you I'm remaining silent, like Mirinda rights
... how she fixes things
And i tell you i still hit good with the pain
And i know your blonde hair and your blue eyes
And I know the clue coming from Spain
Like I was nuesas, like I couldnt even respond to that comment - man!
And she's a diamond sparkling in my eye's when i tell her this
If I was'nt half metal I'd be hooked on that thing, still hooked
LIke them juices what you gonna do?
And your breast they're well formed I knew GOD knew what He was doing
And your face, let's just say that, God gave you something to touch my mind with
I'm telling you it would be a pleasure just to be in a presence of a Beauty well
Like she was in the Palace, and The Princess, like she needed a KNight in Shining Armour
Like I was A-fraid, and THe ARMY be the Sword in my hand you bastard
And the dragon I be chasing after him, boy I ain't scared
Bits and pieces of my song Justice league
The 80's electronic band
The Human League
Came from Sheffield England
My home town
Phil Oakey
The lead singer
Had his hair short on one side
The over long hanging down.
He met the two girl singers
Who were dancing
In the crazy Daisy pub
He liked what he saw
and singed them up
To go on tour.
Such hits as 'Being boiled'
'Mirror man'
'Don't you want me''
And''The sound of the crowd'
Were played in many clubs and bars
Often loud.
He is one of the reasons I play synthesizers
Myself today
Now bald as a badger
His famous long locks gone
But he still writes
And can still sing a song.
Other local bands, Def leopard, Heaven 17, ABC ,Pulp, Artric monkeys,
Jarvis cocker, Joe cocker, Richard Hawley,
Living in a box, Baby bird, Paul Carrick, Tony Christie. Rev and the Makers, and many others.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. march.
buttermilk biscuits rise in the oven
scrambles eggs are frying
the hominy grits is bubblin'
the french vanilla coffee is perculating
the plates and the silverware are clanking
you say good morning with a smile
i say the same back with a grunt
as usual, you do something silly to make me laugh
i want to take the day off
you pull out yet another new bathing suit that you bought over the weekend
i tell you 'i know i know i know'
you poke me teasingly and say 'uh huh, you better get your ass to work'
i laugh and smack yours and say 'have a good day'
you give me a wicked smile and reply 'now i want the day off too'
i shake me head at you and head out to face yet another day
you close the door laughing and it is then i hear the love in your tone when you say behind the door....'now what am i going to do with that man'
i enter my old hyundai sonata, sit there as the car warms up, and think about the many things that i wish she was doing....TO ME!
i laugh at my hard on and drive away happy and loving her more
and to think, she was 'the girl that was way out of my league'
Clandestine meetings behind
closed doors
A Super League discussed
Not for the love of the game
Or even consultation taking the supporters or fan's or even
the actual player's views into consideration
As to the foreign overseas owners
what to them they purchased
was merely seemed just another
business acquisition
A Russian Oligarch , Arab Sheikh ,
American between the lot could
not get or figure out
That football though to you
may be nothing more than
a business acquisition
But to the fan's and the supporters
of that club
Is to them being bought their
first kit going to their first match
The connection between them
and their Dad
There town be that city
The colours of their chosen team
Their identity
As football to some is
Not a matter of life or death
It's far more important
Listen to my story, familiar, I’m sure,
Listen to it, yes, I’m afraid, insecure.
With all that is, the masked thief,
If you listen, it is the whisper deep in the trees,
The gossiping dust devil spinning around town,
Just listen. You’ll recognize its sounds.
What is the truth? How should I know?
Truth, a tidal wave? Tsunami? No, a tornado.
Truth, dusty, clogging your throat,
Truth, like a tree full of billy goats.
Whipping up trailer parks, redepositing old cars,
Your use of truth sure varies from who you are.
Why are you here, really, why?
For the murder of crows, or for my lullabies?
Dancing, with your fancy, tippy-toe moves,
Dancing, dancing, needing even more shoes,
Dancing, dodging, flogging our love’s rhyme,
You dance to avoid it every, damned time.
Is it that you just must always have your rainbow in a pipe?
Taking what you can without making it right?
Cravings, grab my throat, go ahead and squeeze,
Craving you and the heady, wet way you tease,
Turn me on and you’ll discover just how blind,
A woman in love can present, every time.
Fine.
Either you love me, standing there all dressed out,
Preferably in little league get-up, ready to pout,
Preferable to the alternative, in a salesman’s suit,
Polyester, with winged tips, briefcase to boot,
Preferring I buy your crackpot potion, polished and slick,
Knowing I’ll do anything for that Unicorn, long and thick.
This world, spinning round and round,
Has a way of throwing things down,
The pure at heart float like cream to the top,
While the sludge settles to the bottom of the pot.
And as another night closes, you out in left field,
I hope your heart’s true beat is someday revealed.
I am in league with the roses,
Petals askew in a scarlet conspiracy
Oh I am in league with the roses,
Swaying along in this lover’s confederacy;
I’m in league with the devils,
A mob together raging alight
I’m in league with the devils,
Our very breaths fanning our damned plight;
And with the clouds I have marched abreast,
Bringing storm and heavens in tow
For amongst the clouds I have marched abreast,
Purpose seeded in the sky to grow;
I am a hire sword in league with grander designs,
Through all of which I am never prone
Yes, I am a hireling in league with foreign designs,
Happy that I am never still to stand alone.