Minor Poems - Poems about Minor

put me in the minor leagues I would not know what do with all that money from the majors I do not seek the Yankees or the Cubs I am not a party animal, do not fancy myself a celebrity Do not need a mansion or my own airplane The minor leagues is fine Can you hit a ball? The scout...

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It begins with a sky-split cry— a blade of wind slicing the stillness, gulls scattering like torn pages as the sea holds its breath. Then comes the first thunderstroke, not from clouds, but from below— the ocean remembering its anger. The sea begins to speak in tongues— lightning dances across the waves. The ocean surges, climbs the wind, rising in spiraled towers of spray— a mind...

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"Custody Blues in C Minor" (Disaster and Love as a Single Father) One coffee mug I purchased had a cracked lip, A plastic spoon, and half a bed, And the echo of her "I’m done with you" Still knocking around in my head. She gave me a car seat to keep. And a drawer full...

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L-ittle H-elp Y-ou N-eed D-oes A-id M-ammoth O-r J-ampacked I-mpact C-arried A-ccordingly ©bfa052225 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lhynda Mojica) ...

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An Even More Minor Tribute To Mr Dylan Bob Became A Christian But Jesus Was A Jew. "You've Gotta Lotta Nerve." -Gray Squirrel 05-23-2025...

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I move through rooms, quiet weather changing air, its pressure. One drawer sticks. Light bulbs dim faster when I’m thinking too loud. The milk spoils early when I’m angry. Doors swell shut. I don’t believe in signs— but last week, the oven turned itself on, then something spoke my childhood nickname, in a voice I'd buried with her. ...

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Clubbing seal cubs portends a rage for mass murder. The tail wags the dog and the offended march away to slaughter strangers. Generation after generation, year after year, small holocausts erupt at the strike of a matchstick. Meanwhile bloody footprints reshape a landscape. ...

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Withered fingers Cannot play anymore; I drown in nuanced shades of blue, Not seeing, in my plight, My strings, wound tight, Suspending me Like a puppet, Tethered to life. I in my tattered clothes, Blue like sorrow, Torn like the heart that hopes, Unable to keep out the cold Or cover the secrets I hold— I am the man who mopes, ...

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Amongst the crowd, there were little jesters recently elected to their posts! Recording and uploading posts to their social audience was a key to their political demise! How ignorant and stupid must people be to place their job into the box of the ghost! Careers often change with new skills and knowledge; they are not meant to be...

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Under soothing minor key, soft and slow, The Sound of Silence bares my heart’s despairs, Hallelujah’s the fourth, the fifth strike low, Schindler’s List sadness drowns my soul in tears. The magic mood of music moves within - Threnody trophy goes to violin. ...

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Wait beyond the earth is doomed. Sun grew hungry, thus consumed. Further wait until time tires. Watch as all motion expires. Unstitch all that has been sewn. Witness that which can't be known. Mould a shape that's yet unseen. Remake all that has not been. ...

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"From the River to the Sea 'Palestine' will be free" Freely articulated ~ Seven million Jews eviscerated...

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Send your kid aged 4 to 11 for air travel alone under the Air France unaccompanied minor policy, and for 12-17 its optional....

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"major minor" my fingers got no feelings they're just really reeling with the rhythm that maybe is or isn't this this that that they say swings or is it just one of those Django things...

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mind unspooling easing my way into the garden to prune the over eager feeling well in a loosely-strung way excitable dog threads my legs I am centered balanced dog now barking chasing squirrels dog kicking up flustered clusters of sparrows doors slam neighbors yell dog pissing on the roses strategic withdrawal dead heads still un-dead wind whip's-up a spiky shudder gin and ice snatched from the fridge running for cover...

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