League Poems - Poems about League

Fingertips etched and wrapped, white knuckled, yet steadfast - the journey never finished because ...there is no destination except the next brick or perhaps EGO? What then, when there are no more ...

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As the ceremony started A young  girl recited, " Receive my best greetings... Welcome our dear delegates from bajhoba Kingdoms. I am Ziyanda , The grand daughter of Yao appointed  King Twaib Mndala Chimbalanga If I hear someone calling " LUKA" my mind thinks about...

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At the ballgame a man with his hair in a bun, Was watching the children, and his wee, tiny son, Who came up to bat with the game on the line, He looked to his coach, who gave him a sign. So he did as was told and held out the bat, Across old home plate it was level and...

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Kathy Boudin thought the U.S. beyond repair, She thought she saw the deep reality, and it was unfair. From SDS to the Weather Underground, She dived deep in Marxism, plain sense no longer found. A bomb went off, unintended, by chance, Meant to shatter lives at a soldier's dance. Kathy didn't learn from that gory scene, She fled intact, still in...

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Grand Puuuuba of the Wizards League With his ebony cape, often did intrigue He wore a charm that brought in good Strange the cat was stiff like wood He arched his back and felines sighed Cross eyes for sure! A troll-monger cried. I was terrified of the Grand Puuuuba His ambiance was scary, his temper raw. Other feline groupies followed him from town...

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Covered deep in Poison Ivy A rash that spreads and burns Its toxic mass left festering With younger minds to churn What used to be a noble cause Malingers in disease Whose vines grow wild to trap the dark … That once were climbed —to free (The New Room: December, 2023) ...

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Small stadium built in the late forties, minor-league once, but has been left behind, built with girders and backless, wooden seats, a local relic of an older time. The players look so young, barely can shave, the pitching is rough and some balls are dropped, a few have been drafted by big league names, one has promise, at ninety-four was clocked. Young kids...

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The patrons in the glory with such nobel esteem gather as one to form a great noble team the make rules ofr the sports the structures of the games the dived to be officated in these nobel bouts The New Borough's one team call's it self the Other uses the Moniker Of Madawaska to decribe themselves We together are holiest no one is good without us each and every glory Adhere to such...

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class act one hard to follow more intriguing then ah-bore he thinks of all involved when he performs seen and unseen his works are a class act a showcase of talent and sheer ability it wouldn't suprise me if millions of people would support his effords of acheiving his goals the right guidance and the right people around him will help him in his success his failures might not be as long as his...

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A drowsiness that borders on fatigue: some say I’m spending too much time at sea. My boat’s a rail and seat and little more; nineteen inch stick and web strap for an oar. Engaging workout always buoy me; I might as well get in another league! ---------- A Scupham stanza: 6 lines, isosyllabic, abccba rhyme scheme...

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It's not easy becoming a Legendary Major League Baseball pitcher. It never was and will never be. You get put through the wringer and hung out to dry. From time to time you'll get little or no run support. You may have to face Legendary Icons of the game 2 and 3 times in a game. Come face to face with undisguised...

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Junior league Army fatique Build a store Go to war Make a collection Get an infection Put on airs In cross hairs Safe and sound Boots on the ground Price some clothes Urine glows Comfort zone Combat zone Get a bank loan Airplane flown Junior League Army fatigue Build a store Go to war...

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Moses Fleetwood Him and his brother first African American To play in Major League Baseball Rejected by the white citizens and players Wanted to play continual for the Majors Left and played for the minor leagues Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read “First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A. Walker 6/15/2022 Written words...

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Creative, intelligent, some would say wise. Beautiful with a personality twice her size. She’d never give me a second look, I’d just as soon sit here and read my book. Maybe she loves sports, that would be a surprise....

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Peter went to an Ivy League school Now he writes on walls in latin so cool Pete gets an A+ Not causing no fuss No fuss no cussing just writing jewels...

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