The more other sports change
the more baseball stays the same
Bleeding fans as well as talented players
the ‘national pastime’ needs our prayers
So, I have a suggestion whose time has come
one for which I want to bang the drum
No more ‘win’ for a starting pitcher
who is a ‘five-inning’ quitter
Either six complete innings from him ~
or he can take his shower at the local gym
Lost in life’s mundane,
A man moans: can one explain
To me life’s meaning?
Till you play well this inning,
You’ll keep asking for meaning.
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Tanka |07.06.2023| life
It's the last inning no one wanting more to be at bat
both unwilling to give in or recognize what it's truly all about
she refuses to be sidelined or hesitate spewing word phat
he claims calm, subdued rhetoric thinking we'd forget prior word spouts
neither fully saint nor sinner, clearly no one a real winner.
Seventh Inning Stretch
Limerick
Written: by Tom Wright
6-30-2016
I once knew a man, first name Harry,
A “Cubbie” fan, last name was Carey.
He sang at each Cub game,
When the 7th inning came,
And was never mistaken for a canary;
“Take me out to the ball game”
Holding
The pieces of
Fragmentation
In my hands
Listening
To the pulse
Of your being
Rigid
Stance
Flexing
My fingertips
Controlling
The anger
That threatens
To kill me
Beautiful land
Full
Enough
Just enough
Of enough
Full coloured
Patturns
Spinning
Life
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