Long Batters Poems

Hey…did I ever tell you ‘bout the greatest baseball game,
Or should I say…the one that gave “Ol' Babe” his famous name?

Like several other great ones, there were many hits that day, 
And if it hadn't...

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In this life of what's to be,
we define life as what we see.
The thoughts of love and life we see,
are the driving force of what we believe.

Of the twins alive in me,
one is blind and...

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy...

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MEGANS HIT - the Baseball Sonnet
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was...

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MEGANS HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was the last to bat--in...

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MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was the last to bat--in...

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“His fastball, so they tell me, has been clocked at 105!
His ERA is 1 point 4!   The guy can really pitch!
I heard he’s making more than any athlete alive,
doing what…when baseball started…didn’t make...

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MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in...

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Dear Old Joe,

I have found a retiring fascination
with right nature conserving
and yet very wrong 
left-handed spiritual answers

Messengers to invite
more deeply recreating 
natural outside
spiritual inside 
co-arising questions

Unanswered lifespan queeriosities
about important Earth health
and personal ego-safe wealth
preservation matters
that...

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Enough Angelina, drop the bouquet of harebells.  
The flowers wilt as your graying hands stiffen. See, how grave
is our newborn son. We gift him a black crêpe layette.
Say Darling Edward, say, Golubushka, make me...

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It was slightly overcast, that day in April.  The crowd was cheering.  They always 
cheered for him.  He was over age, over the hill, and over indulged.  But, god how 
he...

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Pen nothing but sentiments the simple thoughts of simple men simpletons tryna simply slice and dice my elegance. I dance in my far from fancy pants, i’m a far-gone man comin’ from far-off lands, with...

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Life – a churning maelstrom that batters the senses, the emotions
Ceaseless, never waning as it pounds endlessly on our soul
An eternal storm, lashing continuously against us
Beating at us, wearing down all resistance
Consuming us with its...

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So exciting, I'm next, I'm next                             ...

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There is a strange cool breeze blowing from the East and
it is telling me that the journey is complete.I have to
put on my Sunday best before I journey to the West.
The strange sun heat is...

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I remember the day of my nine pitch inning.
Though it happened over forty years ago.
The day was hot, yet cloudy,very little breeze.
 
I went through my usual stretching and running.
The guys knew to leave me...

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Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
   mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical...

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Our own hagrid (in the corporeal essence of marital relatives) heaves livid rage
like real life harry potter dementors dead set on wreaking havoc
   mainly from the zison matriarch in a mental and physical...

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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...

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Throwing back the sun light to shower the world
Skin stretched out as much as possible, trying to flood the universe with his infinite cheer
Little feat scurry around, little hands wave up and down
Seeking more, finding...

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Dear little flower,
I see you 
I watch you struggling daily
you are so fragile
the strong wind continuously pushing you
in any direction it wants 
always knocking you down
You keep pushing yourself to get back up,
only to be...

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THE SOUTHPAW
By Roy Merritt

This kid has a helluva arm 
The coach he told the scout
And if we could get him 
to get it over the plate
He'd strike all the batters out
He can throw it really...

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A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work

Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue

Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were...

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The Desperate Man



I burn in every title of want
Every collected obsession
That ever twinkled in an eye
Leaves its lush desire
In ardour on my hands
While the taste of her
Phantoms in the buds
With alphabetical sexual tongues

She rolls through...

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Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
....................

Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.

Must be chugging down really...

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