Short Pitches Poems

number two sees all
the runners and the pitches
controls the ballgame...

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I'm behind the plate
catch pitches throw out runners
and control the game...

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Glitches In Pitches Done By Witches


For office were running weird witches,
Who had presented  profound pitches;
We heard,
Are absurd,
That were Trump's with many glitches.

Jim Horn...

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Ross

Ross is my single young adult son.
Often pitches in to help others.
Sincerely loves to be on the computer… a lot.
Secure about his abilities.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 1, 2010

Poetic form: Name...

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Who am I?
I have a particular smell
One hundred and eight double stitches
All done by hand
I get retired after six pitches
I might be found in Wrigley’s field
sometimes I am hit with a hard crack
I land in a giant leather glove
or not...

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Artifice-cultivation 
Cracking pitches, up at bat
Impactful, this journey to fame
Reacting, claims to my own name
Control, my poison cup

So let go as follows
untying the knot
Wading through crystal water
Unearthed root systems 
Free, complete...

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God bless the counter tenor
King of Kings, Lord of Lords
Member of my divine Parliament
Halos abounding and sounding
Of Celestial bliss and perfectude.
\Pitching pulchritudinous pitches,
Pushing me to transcendence.
No God can touch this
Nor man bring down.
God bless the counter tenor...

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Here's a picture of Hindrix practicing on stage;
how tender is the revealing image...
as he strokes the guitar's strings,
exaggerating the pitches of his melodies! 


Rock was Hindrix's joy...he loved
to play it while crowds were dancing;
he laughed between breaks, knowing 
that it'd have been globally shared!...

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The dancer shudders at the exciting girlfriend;
He wants to leave but she wants the front end;

As I look up into the skies I'm praying;
As I take up into the pitches I'm staying; 

Whether tap or ballroom fancy prancy dancing;
Or showing off those moves foot loose chancing;



6/23/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019...

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Whisking glitter bouncing midair
Twirling to absorbing magnificence
Inspiring déjà vu magically transformed
Pitches high adapting to their high mother
Joy of a butterfly beholds so many
Grandmother visiting as myths unfold
Bad omen other cultures be told
Glistening colours outstanding from nature
Symbolic luck may bring to you later...

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Man so brave we called him Sissy Britches.
One bee and he would dive into the ditches.
Terrified of fire,
One we couldn’t admire.
Killed during game by one of the pitches.

We did not hate him now that he was dead.
And learned pretty quickly his name was Fred.
He became a saint.
Memories a taint.
Put up a statue made of metal – lead....

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The bloody soul we learn to hate
Is not our own nor pain within us

The visions of fantasy which we partake
Cause violence; man’s weakness, unjust

Illusions like the strike of an adder
Destroy the wealth of human might

The spirit strains at its lonesome ladder
And pitches itself down into the night


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hoisted hankerings puke
nauseating vying view
lofty lust yawns
puncturing pulpy lawn
twain tainted tune
mystic melody prune

rusty riffs blush
under octave's touch 
callous crescendoes' crush

smirking pitch pitches
gaunt glissando clinches
birthing sumptuous A6


tuning atmosphere tenses
malady melts music.
    '20:01:30:06:18...

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    Shohei Ohtani is in a league of his own
       playing baseball in a whole new zone

    He hits home runs a mile
       poker-faced, never smiles
       
    Rounds the bases like lightning
       his speed almost frightening

    And this near-mythical man pitches ‘lights out’ too!
       Methinks he's a robot ~ How about you?
...

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I listened through the distortion
a tone unrecognized
Queit and gentle sounds
soothing pitches
harmonized
before the night
an evening exchange
happy to see you
so glad you came
have a good time
sip and mingle
some of folks
would make you wish you were single
let the pending night
bring the unmarried
together
enjoy yourself
you can't beat the weather
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When silence speaks
It reaches different volumes,
Various pitches of emotion,
Deeper tones of thought.
It's rhythms vibrate
To the very core.
The silence has musicality.
The silence can be a mentor.
When silence speaks 
The noise must fade.
For the silence
Always has something
Profound to say.
What inspiration can be had
In any area of life,
If we listen
When silence speaks.
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I 
Do not
Want to hear 
Your sales pitches.
I need no brushes.
I do not eat cookies.
I donated blood last week.
I have a good vacuum cleaner.
I have no time to read magazines.
Please do not tell me your religion.
Do I look like I wear makeup?
I have an alarm system.
You do not need my vote.
I just cut the grass.
I do not smoke.
So you can
Just get 
Lost.

This is a double nonet...

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If life did not have glitches,
Then of what would we complain?
There’d be endless founts of riches
And no one would be in pain.

All our nervous tics and twitches,
Since they all would be in vain,
Would just vanish, as would itches
And from kvetching we’d refrain.

Though this fantasy bewitches,
In our lives it’s very plain,
We must cope with all the pitches
Hurled, which no one can explain.
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You buy some tickets, make some plans,
Anticipate an outing
But always with an asterisk
For naturally, you’re doubting…

‘Cause life throws curve balls and you can’t
Be looking for straight pitches.
“The best-laid plans,” the saying goes,
Are filled with unknown glitches.

And so you cancel, with a shrug,
The strikeout one small zinger,
As fate delights in pointing
With its well-known fickle finger....

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The wind rustled through the trees
forming a whispering melody 
the higher pitches made a whistling sound
while the lower pitches were soft moans
as the wind intensified and released
in harmony a song was created that
only nature understood
it continued with a definite rhythm
now accompanied by a drum roll 
as hands of  thunder joined in
they both took a deep breath
started their harmony 
enjoying a night serenade....

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A horses head can carry many beads. Triathlons are usually in triangular formations. It is wise to get hold of a prickly pear tree with a small spoon. And spear not a daffodil in a morning dew. Sunsets speaks specialty sonnets. And when a dinner is ready it is to be assumed that amusement can be created from a sauce. Lengths swam on football pitches hahahaha xxx a hiccup in a tea cup. How very quaint. Xxx hahaha qualifications xxxx...

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Listen closely as I chirp my song,
In sycopated rythms the birds tell their story.
It's not complicated to understand,
They are reachingout to you,
Just listen to their many voices.
With high and low pitches,
They begin their sonatta.
What are they saying to you?
Why now do they reach out to speak?
many times you have been here,
And you missed their message.
Now you hear their voices,
You want to hear more.
Sing A Song For Me....

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Oh mighty mistral winds
Fill my sails and take me home 
This voyage never ends 
Over countless seas I roam

On this ship I'm but a slave
Still I struggle and I try
I fight each giant wave
As it blackens out the sky 

The unrelenting sea
Pitches wildly to and fro 
It won't get the best of me
No matter where I go 

If these mistral winds prevail
Then no peril can befall
Till it carries ship and sail
To my final port of call...

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A magic knight coursing on in brilliance

On lean hack in clanging, cleaving aegis,

Crunching incantation-dark, blunt, and grunt.

So light illumines his cold, whiskered phiz

And it predates the warrior in night hunt.

Chase is stashed by shade then stir lulls to prance

When periphery is gorged by a mist.

Pitches of bolts burst ahead ere a miss.

Startle angers his shield of sparks in haste;

Shots hotfoot through with explosions, vanish....

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we are herein doomed as we fake the smiles:
Therein groomed as me rake the wiles-
Sins splattered stiff to our shadows
Lurking unflattered from the laws.
sins fall like sounds from the Trumpet
The Law selling its indulgence,
The church singing in different pitches
About Christ, their rhythms Hoarse from
greed and lies.
Bibles interpreted vociferously like literature.
while we croak hoarse in the pious world,
Penitents reduced to the ranks of pious Alms Givers....

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