Short Leagues Poems

~ Ziket -

      Amateurs just wing it
        ~ Pros bring it...

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When I can’t
Can’t love her more
You do something
To my amazement
My heart swells
And I love you
More in a matter
Of leagues...

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The depth of the blue
in the sea
leagues and leagues 
beyond
the airy blue
of a pristine, cloudless sky
I tear myself away
to keep my eyes on the road...

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Crewcuts, flattops, pompadours
  Cowlicks, ducktails, side parts
  Clean cuts, Ivy Leagues, slick-backs

  Where have all these hairstyles gone
  No longer do the cute chicks fawn ......

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Raul Mondesi is back from wherever he’d been hid
Storming into the Big Leagues and making another bid
But he played over a decade ago
Guess for me time hasn’t gone slow
And the rising star this year is Mondesi’s kid

3/31/16...

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You think you know me, but you ne'er will


                    These hells plunge leagues too deep to fill


                              Such horrors and frights are mine to earn


          And warrant no flesh but this ... will burn....

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Dawn tangerine dream;
Make shift altar;
Domineering sceams;

While yet afar off;
Antique lace racket space;
Dreams afar lost;
Leagues of amazing grace;

Happiness is...
Not always clear nor fair
Sometimes it's a nightmare


11/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Utopian only in the eyes of the incipient yet vastly virtuous inverse commanding 
leagues of the damned. Unbound in a secular disposition it rots, the treaty of the 
voracious. A reciprocal nexus lapsing into a grave valor. Inter-dimensional seals torn 
asunder for control. Looping utopia, learning untold evil....

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Tell the truth

Shame the devil

Because he want you

Below sea level.

If something bothers you

You just know it's not right.

Stand firm and tell the truth.

Shame the devil.

The devil is already beneath you

Many many leagues below sea level.

8-9-11

copyright 2011, All rights reserved...

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a tempest rages
in a ringing shell

sleep slopes down
into waveless depths

The mind has miles
leagues foreshadowing
the whole span of a moment
in full

A gulls gullet opens -
it speaks of sea-dreams
never remembered

a child looks out beyond
a plunging bed

to a place
where legs dangle
over old age...

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I walk into the bar
And all my enemies are standing there,
Gleaming, with beers raised up.
I feel a quaking sense of distrust.
Forgiveness is leagues away.
And then suddenly I'm in a submarine
And no one can hear me, and this is much worse.
And then I wake up.
And now the need to change my life is fierce.
It was the submarine....

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How can they play a fair game ;
when there is no shame.
Bitterness, jealousy,and envy rules,
in many of those Ivy Leagues schools.
May you come to use your own head,
and not follow those off-base rules,
of the crowd of wiley, worldly fools.
Monkey see,and monkey do,
learn the whole picture...
and seek the whole view! 


Copyright McCuen 2009...

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A billion of leagues
and one pair of legs

Hundreds of smells
So many tastes
torrents of views
innumerable colours
and one nose
one mouth,
two eyes . . . barely.

Countless strangers,
endless loves,
only one sex
and one heart .

Great opportunities,
a few good things
but an infinity of bad
and just one chance,
a short and brief life.


Patricia Evans...

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Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk 
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution....

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I cut the grass
And I got a tan
I bleached the bath
And I loved the smell
Like filling my car breathing in fumes
Like fresh baked bread
Filtered coffee 
And fried onions 
The simple thing's 
Are Libertines 
The senses wake
In butterflies 
And goose bump touches 
That matter more than 
Satin flushes emanate 
In leagues of old
The thing's we change 
We wished remain...

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Warm Me

turn your face
my sun 
warm me 

your name is my breath
intake, life sharp 
and clear as glaciers
just fallen snow 
one thousand years ago
forever deep as infinity.

your body true north
toward which I shall always turn
though we may be leagues apart
as Orpheus, I will find you
even in the farthest 
corner of death
for our music 
is speech and saviour....

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He is an earthy fool of morning—

makes the uphill trek of five leagues

and gathers anemones.

 

He is a fiery child of dusk—

arrives in the quietness beyond fatigue

and knocks at the door.

 

She is a flighty girl of night—

wears an anemone in her hair

and opens the door.

 

It is a deranged river of dawn

breaks the shackles that tamed it once

and rears its hood to strike....

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meet me in my hey day
when i was fresh and eager
maybe then you will figure out
the definition of my reason

meet me in my prime time
when my brightest hour was my next idea
maybe then you will completely solve
the central meaning of my season

meet me in my known zone
when the precision of my accuracy was at its sharpest 
maybe then you will truly visualize 
the the leagues in which all the waters run deep in...

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Steadfast friends are separated,
With leagues of land in between.
They overcame the ill-fated,
With love written through, 'twixt and 'tween.

Together in spirit and heart,
They persevered through the pain.
Looked back never once from the start,
Nor paused when fell the rain.

'Twixt, 'tween, and through is love written;
Ill-fated has been overcome;
The in-between land is leagues;
Separated friends are steadfast....

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It is a steampunk wedding, Great-Grandpa, his grandson said.
He had no idea what that meant but found out right away.
It is like Jules Verne’s 20, 000 Leagues under the Sea has come alive!
He could not have been more thrilled if he had thought of it himself.
His copper cane with the fancy parrot was a “hit” with the young.
You should come over and see my clawfoot table, he told them.
He had been steampunk all along but did not know it....

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A few years ago, he came from Creighton University.
In the game of baseball, he has demonstrated ability.
In the farm system, he has accomplished a lot.
Darrin is one of the brightest prospects the team’s got.
He is tearing it up in the Eastern League at Reading.
Almost assuredly, to the major leagues he is heading.
Playing in last place, don’t you think we have seen enough?
The team needs some help.  Bring up Darrin Ruf.
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Heaven has not left
the long dead bone,
alert mouse whiskers,
still move the seven seas.

At the beginning and the end
there is nothing to come,
that has not come and is.

Mammoths stride
a thousand leagues,
over a single blade of grass.
One small sparrow -
an Ark for infinity.

All that is,
is but one single event.

The speckled hen
lays worlds within worlds.

The unbridled beaks of seagulls,
unlock a book,
of common prayer.


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Rivers are like veins
They believe in us because they are us
All liquid runs towards freedom
The following-through of life after life
And whether it be brook, or stream, or faucet, or pouring bucket
The act of life is a spectacle for reverence
And with IPODs we are leagues away
Though with eyes
The liquid of our hearts
Connected via the veins of our bodies
We make way for re-blissing unions:

The achievement of flooding light
The rivers upon rivers...

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Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
 To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker


6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022...

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If night were a person,
She would break all the stereotypes,
From being known as dark and gloomy,
From inducing fear and discomfort,
To a void of opportunities.
If night were a person,
She would narrate all the opportunities she creates,
From letting the stars to shine their glory,
From providing the moon a dais to show off her beauty,
To the never ending inspiration for poets and artists.
Night is not a competition to Day,
Never has been
For she is a thousand leagues above him....

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