Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
by Stephen Jones
All the marbles explosive
shuttled day-to-day each
& every swing a pitch
changing now the switch
to summer to the hard ball
arcing high a home run.
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For more of Stephen’s poetry and photographs, check out his blog.
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Posted 5/29/2009.
By Ember Nickel
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The first bright streaks are quiet now. Above
The brash background, the paintbrush sinks into
The paint. This is just the beginning of
The season. Time for layer number two.
It won’t look like this when the year is done.
Most paint will cover over what’s below.
The topmost layer will display who won,
And only what shines through will let us know
What else took place. X-rays might let us see
Archives and dry box scores. But from a glance
The peaks and valleys will be brightest. We
Might forget what’s partly just random chance
As it’s overpainted. But that is how
All seasons go. We’ll enjoy the streaks now.
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A former contributor to Baseball Toaster, Ember’s blog is Lipogram! Scorecard!.
Posted 5/7/09
by Carol S. McDade
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David Wright does not
Succumb to injured digit
Whether hand or foot
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Posted 4/22/09
by James Finn Garner
Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—
Relax!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your check-writing hand’s developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain’t got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—
Smile!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son’s engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—
Life is good!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Reposted 2/13/20089