Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, Bleeding, Brainfall, broken bones, bruises, bumps, confusion, contusion, Dennis Allen Lange, falling down, fatal, head, hemorrhage, injuries, limericks, minor, poems, poetry, shiner, stroke on June 1, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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A bump on the head caused confusion,
An inner and outer contusion.
…The outer was minor,
…Not more than a shiner.
The inner brought life to conclusion.
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We worry about broken bones from falls and the bruises we can
see, but it is what we cannot see that may prove to be the worst.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, Religious, tagged bard on the hill, curve, Dennis Allen Lange, fame, fastball, fortune, high road, important, major, meaning, minor, more to life, poems, poetry, purpose, significant, The Big League on April 16, 2017| Leave a Comment »
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The minor leaguers play for wealth and fame
Or just for pleasure on their daily plate,
Or anything to carry on their name
In hamlets small, or cities that are great.
Ambition is the wind that fills their sail
And drives them toward the only port they see,
Which may not measure much upon a scale –
But forward without knowing, blissfully!
Though some succeed and gain the greater stage
Most toil on in obscurity to fail,
A rueful fact they recognize in age,
And in depression, raise a bitter wail.
But majors hit a fastball none can see
And rarely swing at curves the foe may throw.
The list of contrasts go on endlessly –
So, too, those on the high road, not the low.
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photo by Robert Linder at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mA6Smt6/Dominican+Baseball
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.
The Bard on the Hill 