What is...

Shrine of the Cubbies,
So long labored before night;
Everywhere, Ivy.

...?

The friendly confines,
Home of Bartman and Caray,
"Let's play two," said Banks.

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Home Run Derby park
Angels' home for one season
Wait -- wrong Wrigley Field

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Classic ivied walls
Finance mediocrity.
No need to compete.

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The ivy--Veeck's mark,
the wind toward Lake Michigan:
'Hey, Hey' a home run.

...?

House of broken dreams
That's okay, baseball's champs play
just eight miles away

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What is…

Ivy changes in season
Bare to green to red
Dying promise runs crimson

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And the non-entry version:

"Beer here! Beer here! Beer here! Beer!"
Trixies flock, drooling,
Craving brewed bliss and husbands.

They chant "Throw it back!"
Pry it out of my dead hand.
First time at Wrigley?

Enter first from Addison
Slowly rise the stairs
Your next sight is summertime

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Blue skies and green grass
Baseball's most halcyon place
Summer at its best

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Ivy covered brick
Sun bleaches shirtless diehards
Parched from Series drought

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And apparently, one of them was to reverse the traditional syllable count. Phththttttt!

Well, just in case Alex is feeling generous, here are the reworked versions of my entry and non-entry:

What is...

Bare to green to red
Ivy turns with the seasons
Promise runs crimson

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And the non-entry:

Trixies flock, drooling,
"Beer here! Beer here! Beer here! Beer!"
Husband hunting lushes

Addison at Clark
I caught a ball on Waveland
windy autumn bliss

Neifi! Dusty! Yick.
But ivy! And sweet, sweet beer!
Ah, life at Wrigley

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(Umm, beer. Truly the solution to all of life's problems. ;)

What is:

In this park ivy
Grows up brick walls, spiraling
With optimism.

?

WHAT IS

the baseball's no good
but there's a lot to be said
for drunk bleacher babes

gonfalon bubbles
pricked ruthlessly, but theirs or
ours? who's pricking whom?

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If I got a vote, which I don't, and I had to vote for someone other than myself, I would vote for Hank in #5.

Home of Elwood Blues
Ten-sixty West Addison
So says his license

"Kiss my f*ckin' ass
right downtown and print it" said
Manager Elia

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"Let's play two!" he said
The faithful wait til next year
Bricks, ivy, hot dogs

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Where green seats, blue caps,
the promise of red ivy,
and sunlight converge.

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The first three syllables of the poem don't do much, but graciebarn overcomes that weak start with an image that both brings the park to life with motion, and lets the ivy represent something larger: the Cub fans themselves.

Nicely done, graciebarn. You may choose the next category...