Short Batting Poems
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Boys must perfect their batting stroke.
Once done, and they hit a home run,
You'll find that yonder window broke.
Lipstick red on a pig
Batting her long lashes works her charm
Last call at the OK corral
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
A sigh of sound
sweet batting of eyes
there is no end
to worrisome
our defence is to gather
round the fireside
where the spirit
fails to congeal
This morning my old cat
Played with a toy mouse
As he did when he was a kitten;
He chased it, batting it this way and that
Throughout the kitchen;
I watched with envy.
Alberta likes to stoke up on some beer
That way, she conquers each one of her fears
She can fly, even die
Without batting an eye
But she still won't undergo a pap smear
A ray of sound
sweet batting of eyelids
there is no end
to worrying
its got to stop
our defence is to gather
round the fireside
where the spirit
fails to congeal
We Had Been Counting Sheep
For Washington were counting sheep;
Record would creep and then be steep;
Batting great,
As of late,
And series playoffs they would sweep.
Sound familiar?
Jim Horn
baby hedgehog save
my cat was batting... beating
a grandson rescue
A family of 5, 4 plus mum. My cat was giving the one in the image a rough time and was rescued by my grandson. Happy to say it was not harmed.
Batting away
the hold on me to
rebuke all kindness
to expel in blindness
the vomit that is dread.
I fear too many things
on an empty stomach, so
I inhale the final drops
of my woeful sustenance—
where are you,
Little Hope?
When Kermit the Frog
Found love at his synagogue
It was unexpected
How instantly they connected
Posing right next to Twiggy
The lovely Miss Piggy
Strategically waved her doily
Batting her eyelashes coyly
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The spring has arrived
In Arizona
and in Florida
The teams get ready
to train for baseball.
That time again
for bats and balls,
batting helmets,
gloves and spike shoes.
The infield
and outfield
get ready.
baseball
is here.
PLAY!
The temperature plummeted to 26 last night
I figured something like that
When I discovered the cats
On my bed
Together
In fact, side by side
Actually touching;
No batting or hissing involved
So according to Fluffy,
Hades froze over
Christmas tree; how can it be?
Don't want squirrel flying at me!
And then comes fun-loving cat
Batting things this way and that
Next the dog; drinking water
Sometimes wonder why I even bother!
Christmas time has begun
Beware of animals having fun!
Dilbar jani ao cricket khailain
Mein karun balling tum batting
Har ball pay chaka maarna
Har ball pay out hona
Har ball pay tum haarna
Dilbar jani ao cricket khailain
Mein karun balling tum batting
Yara mara kar lo setting.
Note.Setting is the key to bond.
Lesson.Humility is must.
Greetings Mr. Undertaker
How many will you take away today…
A visit to my favorite mortician
followed by a whiff of the fertilizer man
Weird times like these scream for more and greater stimuli
to whip out wormy wonders like this without batting an eye
Today’s feast is All Saints day.
Do you have any friends there
With whom you’d like to pray?
Ask them to say one for you.
They will, you know.
They always do.
They know where we’re at .
They’ve been there too.
They’d love to give us a hand
And guide our way through.
Today’s feast is All Saints Day.
Got one batting for you?
That day...that day
Which I try hard to brush away,
Constantly creeps up my skin
Batting my drooping eyelids open.
Afraid to share secrets,
For the fear of further treason.
Not able to gain solace from anyone
Without being pointed a finger at by everyone.
Is it my fault to be born a 'her',
That I have to undergo such torture.
JESUS CHRIST
You say you don’t
Believe
But you most certainly do
Know his name
You form the curse
With your own round lips
Never batting
An eye
And you mock and smirk
Knowing each word’s
Fork-tongued crude
Never wondering why
No other name
Holds the same
Giggle for you
Perhaps it is true?
Kim Rodrigues © 5/23/2017
Moth wings come by ...
Batting at the window screen,
To get in, they try and try
Where the light is seen
Afraid of the dark, are you?
Still, I cannot let you near,
No matter what you do
It is things like you I fear
Not that you can hurt me
Like a hornet when she stings,
I just do not want to be ...
Batted by soft, moth wings.
A little kiss, a little Miss.
All she wanted was a little kiss.
Batting her eyes at all the guys
Laughing and winking as they walked by.
Hoping a strapping young fellow
Would sweep her away in her dress of yellow.
A fair maiden is she
But a far away land was he.
To her mother she began to cry
"Stop that my dear. She said. and keep batting those eyes!"
The day was long, her eyelashes longer
batting them, only drove my lust stronger
I was light on my feet, she’d light fingers
I traversed hot coals, yet coldness lingers
How cruel this night, corrupt and broken
Rolex watch gone, one silk hose her token
(I almost tossed it out), but couldn’t part
that laddered stocking, of a high-class tart
Hearts Unfolded
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How can we let our hearts unfold? From what's been told, from hours so cold. A batting eye, an awful lie, our lives can die. Who are we to see? But you and me, or is it you and I? Why dare to try, high... Up where eagles fly. Beauty is but a glance, wether it be the chance, that some will know, and most won't go, so far below the love we know...
A contextual gray
dulls the horizon’s lure,
blending the sharper hues,
softening the day’s rush
like warm cotton batting
awaiting a fine rump.
Drizzle manifests,
depressing, maudlin
lackluster, shrouding
the zip in the day,
Uncle Remus frowns.
Ole Br’er Rabbit
would not come out!
The blue birds hide
waiting for sun.
Ole Sol peeks.
Remus smiles.
Br’er hops in.
Blue birds
arrive
SING!
On the floor
No more
Going through every door
Up the ladder
Here, batter batter
Home run in every matter
Walk the beam
Never give lean
Make life seem
...real
On the slab
Cold steel stab
To release the grab
Yielded still
Nothing left to feel
Resurrection seal
Up from the grave
Living out the save
Giving what LOVE gave
...life
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-17-2023
Not me I said
You aint never gonna get me to stay
Batting my eyelashes
Rolling my eyes
Huffing Puffing till you realize
That I’m not
Submissive or Subdued
Hey you over there
Get on up and dance to this beat
People pleaser
Wannabe
Sad isn’t it
That I’m not
Submissive or Subdued
Wifey Material
Spirit of light
But you will never get your knight
Until you become
SUBMISSIVE & SUBDUED