Where Did You Go, Geovany Soto?

by James Finn Garner

What became of your mojo,
Geovany Soto?
This season’s a no-go
With your average so low.

The last campaign–Bravo!–
The Cubs had a tyro.
Now you’re as cold
As an outhouse in Oslo.

It’s like waiting for Springsteen
and then watching Toto
Or dreaming of the majors
And just playing roto.

So listen up, Geo,
And don’t be a bozo.
The Cubs need a vaquero
Like old Marco Polo.

Stop being just so-so
Or you’ll get the heave-ho
Like a pitiful hobo
From a Cicero peepshow.

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Posted 6/23/2009

Truth Endures

By Stuart Shea

Seasons come and go.
Shadows cross the land.
But in the passing parade of humanity,
One thing will always go as planned:
Adam Dunn will miss the cutoff man.

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Posted 6/22/2009

A Short Canto for Ron Santo

by Sid Yiddish

This is my short canto
For old Cubby favorite Ron Santo.
From the Baseball Hall Of Fame
Once again he was denied,
but instead of laughing out-loud,

I merely cried…

Wait until next year!

For more on Sid Yiddish’s poetry, music and performances, check out his My Space page.

BoSox

by Carol S. McDade

Dustin, Youk, Lester
Proven, tested, young – locked up
Glory years in store

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Posted 6/17/2009