Inning Poems - Poems about Inning

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...

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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. _____________________________ Tanka |07.06.2023| life...

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Regardless of which field of endeavor you happen to be in, never say never, and never say, "It's over'' until it's over. I was in my garage during chores better known as this, that, and the other, but I don't remember what. Two outs, bottom of the 9th, and the home team was down one...

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What happened to the 50 stars and 13 stripes of these United States of America? What happened to "We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"? When did the nation of "We the people" become a country of "We and they"? ...

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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...

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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” ...

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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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