Long Southpaw Poems

Opening Day with a Little Delay

Take me out to the ball game
 Of balls and strikes - bloopers and perfect games; 
 Basket catches, ERA’S, country hardball;
 Foul balls, the pick off, intentional walk, the...

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Convalescence of Richard McGeehan

Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to pith and marrow
wrought courtesy divine providence.

At present aforementioned brother in...

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(otherwise titled psalm to
Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott,
his genuine, gluten free and non GMO
poetic non fake appreciative guise.)

Ah, thee availed me reason to craft
a poem with rhyme or reason,
when I beheld unexpected email
exemplifying Christmas season
triptych...

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They're trying to decapitate the hood magistrates,
with fabricated reasons for treasons
It's the season that we evaluate and saturate,

All those who maneuver with a false mind,
Hood occupants are tee'd off like it's golf time,
So your game...

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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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I’m a southpaw,
one of those left-handed,
upside down,
have to curl my arm to write,
backwards individuals,
liv’in-the-left-life
in a right-handed world.

Think It’s easy, e.g., 
being a leftie?
Think again...
we’re out of place at dinners,
have to master backwards scissors,
built specifically for...

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Have to admit.. do have a bit 

Of a trenchant penchant

Alright adore southpaw purveyors

Dabbles..pique aroused..rabbles in the stands roused

Unique sleek cheek of their chic espoused

Bowlers...reduced to trollopes

Us seduced by players with not 

Just a dash...

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Nuggety nudger & nurdler 

Thorpey did embody

Epitomise, personify Test Cricket 

Someone small standing tall  


Reliant defiant giant but 

Fragile and flawed

Did he know he was adored?


Cricket was his safe place 

In the 90's nadir...

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Who is the greatest from the land of the other hand…

The pure top draw..southpaw....

Lara or Spice Isle style.. guile and 

Wiles of Kumar Sangakarra..


Who wouldn’t hanker in their seats 

Various vicarious treats..Sri Lanka’s number one...

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Mirthful memories of stitches and axel grease,
Kennel Clubs and snicker doodles.

Memories like colors, collected on an artist’s palette,
Stirred with southpaw patience,
Finding her backward child upright,
On a cycle’s seat; in a hopeful heart.
She sprinkled her son...

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They built this world for the other hand,
Every door, every tool, every scissors command.
Ink smears across my palm like war paint,
While spiral notebooks mock me with their constraint.

But I am the mirror breaker,
The rule shaker,
The...

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THE ARTIST 

An artist from the city of Rangoon
Wanted to paint the crater's of the moon 
Packed canvas, brush and paint
Told his wife who did faint
Then he took off in a hot air balloon.

THE SCIENTIST

A...

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My thought reek of bloopers
All I see is blue birds
Ever since you left me
Maybe I deserve it
A southpaw has to be used to this

Sleeping in the mud
Reminiscing the dirty games I played
Staring at the dice
you...

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WE rush to hospital, to the maternity ward : OUR first GRANDSON.
The SON of MY SON, wrapped up in blue : HE is so CUTE.
Pale blue eyes, a little pug nose, small but certainly HANDSOME.
I...

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Lord willing
I'm gonna get it by any means
Bust my hands up and nights I lose sleep
I'm a get it even if I gotta bleed
Ain't no stopping this locomotive 
U gone see
I got the magic potion
Secret...

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MIRROR    HORROR

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Is it me I see at all ?
I part my hair on the left every night
He parts his hair on the right,
I am a right-handed breed
But he...

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There has never been a southpaw, 
Who has the crushing show made poor; 
Each in the ring a carnivore, 
His left hook, his wasting death jaw, 
Your swollen eyes already a law 
Before the last...

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~ Discipline Works Wonders ~


His parents tied his left arm behind his chair
So their poor little Gary wouldn't dare
To do such a sinister, such an evil thing
As learn to write with his southpaw wing

At school...

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Disturbed forbidden valentine 
you level me and that’s the draw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;

Your roughness I wouldn’t refine,
I eat up what’s enticing, raw;
Disturbed forbidden valentine;

Profile’s bent and that’s by design,
left is right...

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Round Mudville Market, foul air was omnipresent
butchers rent fowls’ necks to make tenant's rent, 
the scene that was seen was most unpleasant.

As sunset fell, we watched through evening light, 
as Casey mighty Casey held his...

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Frank Edwin was his real name.
This southpaw went on to garner fame.
With great accomplishments and few regrets,
he became the closer for the New York Mets.
This native of Martinez, California
finished his baseball playing career in Philadelphia.
He...

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