Long Hitters Poems

Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch

Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ...
wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.



Laughter’s Cry
by Michael R. Burch

Because life is a mystery, we laugh
and do not know the half.

Because death...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm...

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Poems about Children V

Pan
by Michael R. Burch

Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves

Once there were paths that led to coracles
that clung to piers like loosening barnacles

where we cannot return,...

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Paper preparer please find cherry terror jackfrreeze frost frozen ice cycle are called and not chosen God fearing beware betrayal falls to all chosen green guys small my Homeys disaster only falls once in a...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other...

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GROWING UP ACROSS THE STREET FROM 
TIGER STADIUM HAS ITS ADVANTAGE
AND DISADVANTAGES.
BEING A YOUNGSTER 
HOT HUMID MUGGY SUMMER NIGHT.
DETROIT MICHIGAN.
JULY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND 73
WOULD TURN OUT TO BE A VERY
COLD
NIGHT.
IN THE MOST UNTHINKABLE WAY.
RUNNING AROUND...

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It was just another Saturday night,
wasn't with nobody
My pockets were full
and my heart was on call
I was dressed to the nines,
and my hair was laid just fine
when I stepped into the 
Coats-For-Kids charity ball
I made...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part V

Just Smile
by Michael R. Burch

We'd like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard, 
ripped off by...

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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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There isn't much difference in being a ROMANTIC,
Than there is is watching the CUBS latest antics.

You have to love life on some level, you see,
To believe that the CUBS will not continue to go Pennant...

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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...

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Some numbers tumble down the hallowed halls of baseball’s past -
a sport of numbers after all, these memories hold fast.
Stan Musial wore #6, Lou Gehrig, #4;
the “luckiest man in all the earth”, great player AND...

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It only took about ten minutes for me to warm up,
so, I had time to play catch with a friend on my team.
The line-ups were given to the umpire, the umpire
yelled two of my favorite...

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most instances when i initially seat
     myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
     an unspecified number hours elapse
     before that eureka i.e. Jackie...

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We have designated drivers and designated hitters
But where are the designated cowboys? 
The designated artists?
The designated illustrators? 
The designated astronauts?  
The designated dancers?

Who decides?
Is it the child or a parent? 
A mentor? A committee?...

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Two National League teams departed New York City
when the Dodgers and Giants left the vicinity.
Both teams went to California out on the West Coast.
The Big Apple was without a National League host.
An expansion four years...

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Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame! 
 
                         ...

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We’d like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard,
ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps,
his doddering progress through the scarlet house
to tell his mommy “boo-boo!,”...

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Anecdotal ancestors are anxiously arriving.
Bringing Betty’s bugs behind Beauty’s book bag
Creepy Clementine chases Crazy Charlie
Deliberately doing dainty delicate dynamics.
Effortlessly engaging exciting English earls.
Furthermore furiously finding frivolous friends.
Generous grandma gestures gaily.
Hoping heavy hitters help Heroic Henry.
Ideally...

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fuulisdec ascades dash bravened break drastic little pond ex mariner once sadi this
vergreener times two houndered thumder thugga kitty cats plenty of tracks
digital dilusional infuzsions cervival constelllation caner called me pathos
in regressions kent yerr i...

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A collaboration with Kim van Breda - honored Kim

I've tossed some dreams
       into corners
where they sit rusting -
dissected spare thoughts
for a restomod old body
smartly attired with
polished imperfections

swum life's streams
through...

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Ahh, the boys of summer are back,
    Getting ready for some baseball to play.
        And while I wish I could join them out there,
 ...

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I was once out in the desert with a friend
 A sandy place with whom one can depend
 One lone green cactus in the center
 We have been walking for miles
 Looking for a rich...

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I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her. 
Filled her script like I was a...

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