Baseball Blank Verse Poems

The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.

The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm...

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Wall posters

There is in a town, not far from here, a house with a tall wall a solid protector from prying eyes, the house has...

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"her harassment is my his isn't"


you may
ask or
ass

certain 
why you
might be

seeing or
shall i
say

reading what
you think i
wrote or

didn't
again

say but
say you i
shall say to

you that can't
contain or...

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Joys of a childhood in summer return
As my life slips quickly into autumn's grasp
Carefree days romping through meadows
Hiking through densely overgrown paths
Clandestine alliances with special...

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..news paper 04/oct/10/22020


This world is  no good job i will open my own news paper factory by my mother name Leelawati b 
Good thing...

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the tapered 

It started with great ambition six lanes motorway
after some time it narrowed and became a 4 line.
That didn´t last it got narrower two...

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American racism
 
I don’t understand it
Well, so they are former slaves
But that was long ago why are they
And the whites harbouring
Resentment about it.
Can’t the let...

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Someone there is that loves the Green Monster
That wants to sit upon the wall and holler
I thought of this in Nineteen Seventy-Five
Forty-three years later my...

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He advanced to home plate
hesitant
out of time, out of place, yet
tantalizingly familiar somehow
A spirit, no number on his back...

Pausing, he tipped his cap to the...

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Hug

A heartfelt love sensation
Warm hugs in eternal emplacement
An embrace to cause peace in any settlement

I feel at home
No longer feel alone

Forgive what I may say
My...

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New York 1955


  Evening in Broadway I saw Alan Ladd 
 Talking to Joe Dempsey
  Alan was surprisingly small
 Joe was big and...

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Alfred and the wilderness  

Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells,
Me he is not my father and I went for a walk across...

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Algarve

The cold northerly wind has died down
if it wants to blow it can do so in July and August
when the heat is unpleasant, and the...

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The applause

I had a drink before to a poetry reading and since I was nervous
drank a few whiskeys and spoke dramatically about the plight of...

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In heat and dust
With rafters, bare,
My dormant past
Sits neatly stacked:
Those baseball cleats,
Texts obsolete,
Her wedding gown,
Their baby crib,
It all wrapped up
With dim gray light
And cherished in
My...

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