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The outfield boy stands waiting all alone,
playing the game that many children love.
From the pitcher’s mound, a ball has been thrown.
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone.
The ball has been hit. See how it has flown
straight into the glowing boy’s baseball glove!
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone,
playing the game that many children love.
Written Dec. 2015 for the Oil Paintings 4 & 5 Poetry Contest of Eve Roper
"There's a Sport for Everyone" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Farmer
in the Dell".
There's a sport for everyone,
There's a sport for everyone-
Baseball, soccer, basketball;
Sports are so much fun!
Bonus activity: Ask each child which sports they participate in or would like to try.
Explain that there is a sport for everyone, no matter your physical capabilities. Some
sports like English horseback riding may require more mental skills than physical. Tell
children, "If you try a variety of sports, you're sure to find one you love!"
I am bored with math.
Two plus two always equals four.
Why can't it equal an ice cream cone
Or a trip to the candy store?
Four plus four always equals eight-
Never a video game,
Or a Disneyland vacation.
No, the answer's e'er the same!
One times one always equals one.
Where's the fun in that?
I'd love to see the answer be
A brand new baseball bat!
by Cherie Durbin
baseball, beautiful, confidence, dance, happiness, image,
Here on the dance floor ready to begin.
My turquoise sequined gown
just meets my shin.
I love the feathered boa that
encircles my neck.
I look as stunning and bright as
moonlight on a ships deck.
And you, yes, you my Prince of Dance,
With lifted, chin, suave hair,long tailed
tuxedo and on your back, number nine.
We will do each step, swirl with touching,
utmost, regal elegance.
And after we win the trophy, we happily
shall indulge in divine decadence.
February 4, 2020
Slide-out Coke machines
Bubble gum baseball cards
Full service gas stations
25 cents a gallon
Black & white TV
I Love Lucy
10 cent hot dogs
Vacation bible school
A dollar was a fortune...
No cell phones
my Macgregor glove
my other true love
for so many years
taken away fears
you made me a some-body
no longer a no-body
through high school and the navy
when my life wasn't gravy
after the divorce
life took a new course
but then it got worse
after the first one
realized you were gone
the catches we made
I will never trade
thanks for playing ball with me
I knew had to set you free
Here is my next sports rap poem. Jim
Round of Applause
Already now I must admit
What is it we have to hit?
How about homer with baseball
Not strike three they did call.
Why fool around and always fret
Should kick a goal into the net
Don't continue to turn and toss
Should go at and play Lacrosse.
How about football you will boot
Run and produce a lot of loot
Or hear those in high society
Prefer polo and love rugby.
No matter where chips may fall
God's life in you will be a ball
And who if in always do believe
Round of applause will receive.
WOW. Double WOW, and Triple WOW.
James Thomas Horn
baseball, beach, bereavement, birthday, black african american, boat, business, butterfly, car, change,
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too
baseball, longing, lost love, love,
The narrow tunnel, darkened by shadows of denial;
my vessel of hope, adrift on possibilities.
A regretful mist hangs heavy in this melancholy place.
The haunting echo's of could-have-beens stalking close behind,
as I search for a spark of light at every turn.
Unable to turn around this voyage of time,
I will accept the fait that awaits me at the end.
Will you be there?......
The sun is warm, the new mown grass is green
Nowhere else he’d rather be this summer day
In tune with his team and feeling fine
Batter up says the ump, its time, let’s play!
It’s a joy to be young and in love with the sport
Dreaming of someday playing ball as a pro
But for now it’s enough to have a summer day
To be a kid with a glove, bat and a ball to throw.
Image # 4
Focus means everything!!!
In times of our lives we strike out,
But it's a team sport.
Think about when you hit that home run!!
It really doesn't matter who was there and who was not.
Who applauded and who did not.
Moments are all we have...
Love and the fight for survival continues on....
The game is his friend.
Always there for him.
Never turning him away.
Inviting him to visit
And giving him the
Best seat in the house.
In front of the screen.
It is his sport.
Replacing baseball, football,
Basketball and all others.
It lets him score
And makes him feel
Like a winner.
Like a champion!
The game is his sustenance,
Feeding his thoughts,
Shaping his soul,
Controlling his mind,
Closing the door to family.
To the world.
Anger grows behind
Raised brows and widened eyes.
Honing his skills and
Numbing his feelings.
Making him blind to life.
Making death easy.
the game of baseball
for some seems so small
for me its my game
never brought me fame
its a game I do love
and my MacGregor glove
when I played years ago
with friends I use to know
the years have past
legs didn't last
I'm back up North
my mother's birth
I learn baseball here
when life was so dear
love of baseball
will never fall
His life had boiled down to this one moment
Nerves shaking but could never show it
A lifetime of practice to get to this fall day
Always saying goodbye & never getting to stay
The half dirt covered plate at his feet
As thousands waiting to leave their seat
Years of not knowing if he could ever get here
He looks up and his mind never this clear
Cheers all around fade away
Today was his day
He has but a single task
The question yet to be asked
His stance he choose to switch
And from a knee here comes the pitch
She said yes
Oh captain,our captain,
How much us Yankees will miss you so.
20 years You gave us,
Without any complaints to a friend or foe.
You gained our love and trust,
Your surely and forever have our respect,
That no other player will every deflect.
A true Yankee through and through....
We couldnt be prouder,
You was always our fighter.
So calm and relaxed was you,with every
Game you showed how much you did care,
Even if you have left the plate your presence
Will always be felt there.
What more is there to say,
We know you went out your way.
baseball, dedication, devotion, fun, passion, seasons, tribute, trust,
True Blue Pledge
I pledge allegiance to the boyz in blue
During the highs n lows
I promise to always cheer for you
You win some u lose some is the way of the game
Thru trial n' error I will love LA the same
For I am a loyal dodger fan,
I will always stand with pride
Throughout their journey
I vow to sit shot gun the entire ride.
I live, breath, & bleed that Dodger blue
Forever representing Los Angeles Dodgers,
I am True Blue.
Yankees twenty- seven times
maybe some of them were crimes
Cardinals won eleven
taking their fans to heaven
and the Red Sox won eight
I do appreciate
a few teams tied with five
keeping the love alive
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr
like know other
they love from above
some have gift
do it all from baseball
to tennis wall
know i did
SPORTS AND KIDS
hope, peace, seasons, war,
Remember the truth,
Question those in government…
In full glory reflected.
To war is error,
To offer peace is sublime…
Bombs bursting in air.
No matter how hard,
Stand up for what you believe…
O! say can you see.
I love my country,
Like baseball and apple pie…
The home of the brave.
...(Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer)
love, me, wife, me, , cute,
Playing solitaire and writing poems
is the main use out of my computer
This computer is more than an item
will never replace the wife she’s cuter
My first wife left me for her online love
The second one was an online lover
This wife isn’t giving me any shove
after this one I’m not finding another
In baseball there’s three strikes and there’s three outs
and I don’t have any regrets at all
In all my marriages there were some shouts
no matter what I am still standing tall
Facebook is a no fly zone for me now
my last wife probably at a powwow
beauty, blessing, first love, life, longing,
Wearing a baseball cap I strolled
into town beneath a summer's sky.
She looked this way - that brunette,
now I'm wearing a smile as well.
The leaves of the oak were faded green
while near the roots tiny flowers bloomed.
In her hand was one such flower.
Yellow? Red? I couldn't tell you.
The river underneath the bridge
was rushing fast over pebbles,
people came this way and that.
Two water droplets - we never met again.
Kumbaya my Lord
my favorite prayer
when I was a boy
always eased my soul
in times of troubles
my love of sports
kept me going
a fan of Yaz
of Red Sox
My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave. Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first, like ‘Carry me Back to Old Virginia’ or a simplified version of Beethoven's ‘Ode to Joy.’
As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that although technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love.
scales when he wanted
to be playing baseball
Published - Cattails - Winter - 2016
baseball, bereavement, community,
My heart has been in Boston
all week long
I shed some tears for Boston
while sitting in my home
I saw the people of Bosten
there filled with just pride
Though far away from Boston
I was right there by there side
God has blessed Boston
with justice and less fears
But for those still injured in Boston
we still whisper our prayers
We love our brother Boston
and with him always share
the burdens still left for freedom
that were given birth there.
baseball, dog, girl, seasons, september, summer,
Ah, another summer will end very soon,
don"t expect to see a straying balloon!
Days will be rainy and windy evenings long;
frogs won't be seen playing in the rising fog.
Boys who hate books like to play baseball;
girls love to hang out and chat in the mall.
Boyfriend and girlfriend cannot smooch,
Carol has to stay inside with her pooch.
Ah, another summer will end very soon;
sunsets won't be bright red but maroon!
Written on 8/21/2016