Baseball Poems

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
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Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
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For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
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Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
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they found him walking along the freeway
all red in
front
he had taken a rusty tin can
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Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting
and baseball is like writing.
You can never tell with either
how it will go
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A BEST FRIEND-Makes a lunch trade with you even if he doesn't love peanut butter and jelly.
A BEST FRIEND-Notices you standing alone by the fence and invites you to play hockey with the rest of the class.
A BEST FRIEND-Chooses you to go camping with him each summer.
A BEST FRIEND-Puts chalk in the teacher's eraser so you're not the only
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The burden of hard hitting. Slug away
Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb.
Else fandom shouteth: "Who said you could play?
Back to the jasper league, you minor slob!"
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These are the saddest of possible words:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Trio of Bear-cubs, fleeter than birds,
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
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Lady, the dog that looks like a rat
Chases a beautiful Persian cat
She puts in high gear
Running like a deer
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"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me
Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells,
Roll on the grass laughing until I peed my pants.
"Screw him," I said, and grabbed every cowry
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each day mowed
and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre,
the machine slicing a wisp
from each blade's tip. Dust storms rose
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I am leading a quiet life
in Mike’s Place every day
watching the champs
of the Dante Billiard Parlor
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One hot summer day
At the carnival
I saw the teenage boy
Who had a big crush
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It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
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Thank You Mom-for holding me in your loving arms every time I cried.
Thank You Mom-for changing my diaper and singing me to sleep.
Thank You Mom-for holding my hand as you walked me onto the bus my first day of school.
Thank You Mom-for trudging through the snow each winter to watch me perform in the school play.
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What does a hangman think about
When he goes home at night from work?
When he sits down with his wife and
Children for a cup of coffee and a
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You have the grit and the guts, I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow
You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,
But your honor ends with your own back-yard;
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The game was tied in the bottom of nine
A runner on third and two out
In the dead still air a mosquito's whine
Was all you could hear, then a shout
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Dear Parley,

I know I only met you once,
yet I feel I know you quite well,
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Pow pow pow! Joseph comes here
to make fun children and loving as a God.
Baseball, soccer, baseball and all of those sports
He teaches to the children who smile and get fun a lot.
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This is not a poem.

I love the game of baseball, and stories related to the game.
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For sale: baseball glove. Family catch.
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For sale: baseball bat. Hitter's dream.
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For sale: baseball bat. Sky-high pop-ups.
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For sale: baseball bat. Home run.
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For sale: baseball glove. Fast pitcher.
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If you need TV for something to exist, it's not real.

You do not need TV for baseball to be real.
You can visit a baseball stadium and see baseball.
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Another baseball season begins and as teams vie for fortune and for fame…I'm reminded of the time I tried to teach my children….

THE INTRICACIES OF THE GAME
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Grumpy and Tommy

My grandson has a baseball
signed by Tommy Lasorda.
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