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 →
by Thomas Keenan (with a little help from William Shakespeare's Hamlet) Over the last few games, the Mets have surged a bit, putting themselves into contention (although as a long shot) for the N.L. Wild Card. I'm the type that really never gives up on the Mets until they are mathmatically eliminated. However, the surge... 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. Fathers to son, Game is past, With great joy. Under the sun, Days are past, As a boy. Grandpa to grandson, Memories are past, Like a toy. ------------------- Hot... 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. Hit the ball, Start to run, With some clout. Catch the ball, On the run, Amidst the shout. Throw the ball, Stop the run, Man is out. ------------------- A... Continue Reading →
by Tom Keenan "Use two hands", my father told me, When he gave me my first glove. "Or one day you might see, A ball you will be bereft of." I'd drift back for the ball, And from home plate he'd yell "Use two hands, make your call, And guide it to the well." On... Continue Reading →
by Tom Keenan In high school, for some reason, I thought it would be really interesting to write a long poem about a baseball team. That poem turned out to be almost 700 lines long and almost 5,000 words (I really didn't date much in high school). It took about four months to write. I... Continue Reading →
by Thomas Keenan A week ago, I wanted to take on a new challenge in writing...to try to do something more sophisticated than a limerick (no offense to the limerick...I am a big fan). At the time, the Mets had just dropped yet another game they should have won and I was a bit down. So, I... Continue Reading →
Pitchers Best Friend Bases loaded, this will save the day. Pitcher on the ropes, he's lost his way. There's a mighty crack, The shortstop is on his back, The game ends on a majestic double play. Squishin Fish...Or Not What's it gonna take to beat the fish? Keeping them off the board is too much to... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 