I've tried doing daily poems and fancy blog posts and anything I thought would draw attention. However, the internet is a very large ocean and nobody is going to notice me pouring cans of surgery sweet blue and orange soda into it.
I view baseball Opening Day as the same as Christmas morning. It is one of my favorite times of the year. So, as we approached the 2022 Opening Day, I did a countdown, sort of like an advent calendar, but instead of a little toy behind each flap on a box, I posted a new link to some of my favorite locations on the internet.
Day 3 takes us to the Hall of Fame!
This classic poem tells the story of the Mudville Nine and their Mighty Casey coming to bat with the hero role all but sewn up. However, baseball is designed to breaks hearts.
Stretching in the Spring sun, my soul awakes. Winter’s frost swept asunder; melting in the infield chalk. Heart thumps awake from hibernation’s lethargy. Mind sparks forth from solemn sleep. Hallelujah, Awake my soul...Spring has returned. Autumn failures fall aside, stored away for skeptics. Each club stands tall in Elysian’s green grass. Hope emerges from Winter’s... Continue Reading →
A team, a dream, one piece more to greatness; Lost in baseball's desert, promised land sought. Power and grace, more myth than man - fates bless; Solid, steady as rock, from fire he's wrought. New life, new team as heart to hope is brought. A starved city rises up to it's feet. This man, this... Continue Reading →
Inspired by a Facebook page, I wrote the two sonnets below. The first is somewhat blunt in getting to the point (well, as blunt as poetry will let you get when trying to work in rhymes). The second was an exercise in taking the artistic, more subtle side of me out for a ride. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan I'm a Mets fan, orange and blue, Living in the land of Phillies crew. I stand tall and proud, Among their crowd, Waiting for a season new. I shake my head in perplex - Who upon us installed this hex? Brutally struck, All bad luck. This is a curses muscle flex. I... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan Baseball Styles Poems are a style I created where there are three stanzas with three lines in each and three words per line. The pitch comes, The ball goes, Game is over. The reporters come, The story goes, On the cover. Games will come, Heros will go, Stories last forever. ----------------- Baseball... Continue Reading →
by Tom Keenan The Hall of Famer with a giant head, A true blue heart with orange thread. A smile meant to bring laughter and joy, Of this, enouge just cannot be said. Mr. Met brought on a smile for my little boy, Who looked up in wonder at this living toy. His smile would... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 