Best Whiffle Poems

The morning sun peeks in my window

as I feel a tug at my feet

how could I not smile

at that little sheepish grin

Easter morn has arrived

He is risen

and so shall I

Pitter-patter across the worn pine floor

giggles, shrieks and laughter fill my home

searching for the hidden coloured...

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Throw it, roll it,
  Bounce it, pass it
Dribble it, bobble it
  Kick it, toss it, miss it

Pitch it, hurl it
  Heave it, sling it
Fastball, slider
  Sinker, knuckler, curve

Underhand, sidearm
  Overhand, 3/4 arm
Whiffle ball, tennis ball
  Forehand, backhand, serve 

Baseball,...

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Dedicated to 12 innocents killed by a gunshooter in West Cumbria.

A killer vindictive staunch, trivial systallic gush.
Violate grumble wish washy starling a virent push.
A Wheeler dealer syncopated steadfast ware wolf,
Gurgitation gusty thorough fare tripudiate brush.
Tirailleur timorous tintinnabulation whiffle tingle....

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As I'm looking through my window 
And I start to l look around
All the snow has melted 
I see toys left on the ground
 
A basket ball, a whiffle ball 
A glove and baseball bat 
A dirty lone blue mitten 
And a cotton ball wool...

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A whiffle ball flew into the calm air
Over and above the peaceful lake there
Losing its strength it fell onto the pond
And then allowing a ripple to bond

The ripples moved on across the calm lake
Moving bugs off the surface of its wake
The ripple moved the beautiful...

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KID GAMES BACK WHEN


Outdoor activities were once a staple
For children wanting to be a bit playful
This was way before X-box and Nintendo
We ran, jumped and learned how to throw

Could you ever forget Red Light/Green Light?
A game so simple but filled with delight
Or something so great...

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Twirling whirly whiffle spots
Until the golden neon rots.
Baggy, red, balloon-pop eyes
Do shun the evil orb outside.

Resting in the toilet stalls.
Burning up with liver boils.
Rushing to the bandit now,
I slot another silver cow.

Who will buy my pocket-dust?
No fanny-waving, juggling bust.
Reality boards a bus to go
Dreaming high...

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In 9th grade Mr. Adams told our class 
(with buck shot in his eyes) 
"That one day life will scare the $hit out of you".
Well, we all giggled like little barn owls - 
Didn't really know or care what he was talking about.

What was so...

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Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls  
Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls  
Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering  
Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering  
 
Rumpled...

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The challenge was to add one stanza into the sponsor's poem. This was my favorite one that he showed. I have italized the last stanza to show it is the little part that I added to Charles Messina's poem "If I Could Go Back":

As I'm...

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As I'm looking through my window 
And I start to l look around
All the snow has melted 
I see toys left on the ground
 
A basket ball, a whiffle ball 
A glove and baseball bat 
A dirty lone blue mitten 
And a cotton ball wool...

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Well-established wonder-stricken wayfarers will work with wizards,
who worry worm-eating warblers will wander by with Wyandottes.
Witchdoctors wallowing with Weiss beer will widen willowy wonky
widow’s walks.  Who? What? When? Why? Why not?

Wonderful wearisome woolly Willies whose wrinkly wiggly whatchamacallits will weigh whizzing wingfish whipped wildly within...

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(first 9 stanzas by Charles Messina, Sponsor)

As I'm looking through my window 
And I start to l look around
All the snow has melted 
I see toys left on the ground
 
A basket ball, a whiffle ball 
A glove and baseball bat 
A dirty lone blue...

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As I'm looking through my window 
And I start to l look around
All the snow has melted 
I see toys left on the ground
 
A basket ball, a whiffle ball 
A glove and baseball bat 
A dirty lone blue mitten 
And a cotton ball wool...

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Clouds from overcast heart rise,
                                And spread-
       ...

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