Long Maris Poems

I could smell the ballpark in my glove
Lose myself in the crooked sky above
Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat
Oblivious to your epitaph called stats
Dreaming a dream, called baseball

But that was all taken...

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There was a new potato that had just been harvest born
On opening his eyes a rooster crowed its horn.
He had grown rather quickly and grown rather strong
But that's when his feelings started to feel wrong.

Mr...

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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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Ozzie Smith, Yazstremski,

Dave Stieb and Robin Yount

these men were of a special group

It's one I'm proud to count

There's players who achieve a goal

While others just achieve

They set a standard for the rest

In their heart they...

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One afternoon as I walked by,
Saw Fred staring at the sky.
I stopped and shouted out a “Hi!”
Fred gave me a wave and beckoned me nigh.

I had no place I had to be.
So, I wondered over...

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The New York Yankees have made winning a tradition.
They’ve won for years despite periodic transition.
Since the twenties, the Yankees have won many a game.
Their yearly teams had many players achieving fame.
The most successful team in...

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 Is it possible for something without a Mind and Eyes 
 to be so aware that it's Alive? It Boggles the mind
 Alert and Ready the Starfish operates off Intuition and Instincts
 Always Calm...

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My father's Roger Maris mitt
Was kept in perfect health.
It showed no wrinkles no blemishes
Nor flakes of skin.

Its limber fingers were sheathed in leather, 
Its pocket was well stretched
As it yawned with each breath.
Bathed in linseed...

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The church has given up on me.
Giants of bureaucrats sit on their thrones
Referred to as justice
They have their agendas
Call it by any other name
I call it prejudice.
No family to call my own
Empty mansions
Unoccupied rooms
The halls...

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When a record might be broken,
All the fans are on their toes.
Will it happen now or later?
Well, nobody really knows.

So the Yankees are expecting
Aaron Judge to do to the deed
If he hits just 2 more...

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Was it better then, when I was a kid
Looking back at all the things we did
Did the sun shine brighter every day
Was it easier to find your way

Transistor radio by your ear
Roger Maris having a...

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Flying Potatoes
By The Potato of Terror 28/3/05; revised 1/2/14

Flying potatoes permeate my days,
Float gently through the attic of my brain;
Winging their way through smoochy summer haze
And tapping tarantellas in the rain.

I want to romp where...

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Maris
              Curious, confused, growing, reaching
              Family to all those...

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That bright young President shot down in Dallas
who turned out to be an addict and philanderer.

And don’t get me started on our most
recent former President and his insurrection.

That hundred-meter sprinter who held an Olympic 
Record...

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I was taught to run,
to shun, avoid.
My falling down, my scrapped knee was the punishment of my betrayal.
I suffered guilt for having too much, 
shame for too little.
Love was earned through penitence, 
some of those...

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