Short Home Plate Poems
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The clear zing into the air
As my thoughts depart from existence.
The little brain waves ramble along the bases.
Sick to the thought of motion my spirit hovers.
For I never left home plate.
I am everywhere all the time.
Sliding into home plate
Wounds inherently whipped
Fantasies of victory
On terms of nobility
Ambitious reality
Arrived values
Business a history
Concealed salvation
Watching supreme plead
Filming individual texture
Closing out shadows of fear
For the first time in a long time I step out into the open exposed and embrace the place of vulnerability. I step on the home plate to bat uncertain if I will hit a home run of fulfillment when I take my first swing. embracing this thing called courage and running towards the destiny that awaits me.
arrive
at five
oh my
bow tie
no jive
beehive
pink bows
white rose
slow dance
romance
can't miss
first kiss
embrace
first base
don't stop
doo-wop
sweet things
nothings
time flies
soft sighs
home plate
can't wait
you're out
don't pout
home late
first date
I stand above home plate, bat tight in hand
The outfielders move in right behind the infield.
The doubt belongs not to me, yet fear teases my mind.
Here comes the pitch...
I hold my breath...
The ball is taking forever to get here...
It's close...
I breathe out as I swing...
Coach screams...
RUN!!!
At the pitcher’s mound, for the Arkansas Razorbacks,
The scarecrow faces the crowd and sings, “Bring Him Home”
From the Broadway Musical, “Les Miserable”
Then, he receives a standing ovation from a flock of
Black crows chatting and eating buttered popcorn,
In the front row box seats, just behind home plate
If I don't answer my phone, it doesn't mean I'm drinking at the club.
But maybe I'm blindly stealing home plate to another woman's heart.
I hate it when people say I'm the one that changed.
Open your eyes! It's just me with a bigger 'fro.
Instead of fighting, I'll direct you to the mirror.
Do you recognize you?
Love is an emotion
The ship set sail
Into the ocean
Killer whale
Love is a feeling
Mixed into a platter
Healthy healing
Bright cake batter
Love is an escape
From anger that we hate
Nicely tamed prime apes
Batter at home plate
Love is an emotion
Sailing in the ocean
The ocean of feelings
Mental health healing
Form:
B ats balls bases shaped like a diamond
A merica's favorite past-time being played
S luggers hitting those home runs
E ating hotdogs peanuts and crackerjack
B ases loaded a grandslam
A ll Star break in mid-July
L obbing strikes over home plate
L ove to watch the Boys of Summer play the game
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
Modern warriors,
They fight for the home plate.
The bat and the ball,
is what decide their fate.
The people are pumped,
and they all yell and cheer.
In front of thousands,
the heroes with no fear.
Behind on the count,
but here comes the ringer.
Though it may look bad,
he will hit a zinger.
Under the lights and sound,
they come to witness.
The new king of the mound!
If you think it best, I'll go away
And wait alone until someday
We'll meet that day at Citi Field
Behind home plate in seats that yield
The perfect shot for the kiss cam
I'll kiss you first then take your hand
And with my hand atop your ring
The ring of promise that you'll bring
I'll ask you if you'll marry me
Livestreamed for the world to see
And yes, I'll get down on one knee
Forever then, yours I will be
The park was immense, its lilac-bush-lined fences remote
To blast a home run took a superhuman smote
All alone a-tremble at home plate, so helpless and small
Dared I hope to swing, and not miss the ball...
Decades later, the lilac bushes are grown thicker
The once-cavernous park now shrunken, and quicker
Than my shock at the passing of so many years
The unraveling of stitches from my baseball-sized tears