Best Southpaw Poems

THE SOUTHPAW
By Roy Merritt

This kid has a helluva arm 
The coach he told the scout
And if we could get him 
to get it over the...

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I’m a southpaw,
one of those left-handed,
upside down,
have to curl my arm to write,
backwards individuals,
liv’in-the-left-life
in a right-handed world.

Think It’s easy, e.g., 
being a leftie?
Think again...
we’re out...

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THE ARTIST 

An artist from the city of Rangoon
Wanted to paint the crater's of the moon 
Packed canvas, brush and paint
Told his wife who did...

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MIRROR    HORROR

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Is it me I see at all ?
I part my hair on the left every night
He parts...

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They're trying to decapitate the hood magistrates,
with fabricated reasons for treasons
It's the season that we evaluate and saturate,

All those who maneuver with a false mind,
Hood...

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Frank Edwin was his real name.
This southpaw went on to garner fame.
With great accomplishments and few regrets,
he became the closer for the New York Mets.
This...

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Just look up with either eye.
Do you see the color of the sky?
See those eggs inside the robin’s nest.
One is like all the rest.
Look...

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Mirthful memories of stitches and axel grease,
Kennel Clubs and snicker doodles.

Memories like colors, collected on an artist’s palette,
Stirred with southpaw patience,
Finding her backward child upright,
On...

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Disturbed forbidden valentine 
you level me and that’s the draw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;

Your roughness I wouldn’t refine,
I eat up what’s enticing,...

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Lord willing
I'm gonna get it by any means
Bust my hands up and nights I lose sleep
I'm a get it even if I gotta bleed
Ain't no...

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(otherwise titled psalm to
Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott,
his genuine, gluten free and non GMO
poetic non fake appreciative guise.)

Ah, thee availed me reason to craft
a poem...

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WE rush to hospital, to the maternity ward : OUR first GRANDSON.
The SON of MY SON, wrapped up in blue : HE is so CUTE.
Pale...

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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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Opening Day with a Little Delay

Take me out to the ball game
 Of balls and strikes - bloopers and perfect games; 
 Basket catches, ERA’S,...

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~ Discipline Works Wonders ~


His parents tied his left arm behind his chair
So their poor little Gary wouldn't dare
To do such a sinister, such an...

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