Quatrain Baseball Poems | Quatrain Poems About Baseball
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If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.
The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.
The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, porn and other immorality.
Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.
HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.
Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday
Because of the weather, the game was rained out.
Baseball is something many of us can’t do without.
It’s the only sport we get to see throughout the summer.
When the game is postponed, it usually is a bummer.
For a few lucky cities, they can close the roof up top.
When playing indoors, rain will not make the game stop.
However, in most cities, they have to play outside.
When the rain comes down, there is no place to hide.
It doesn’t matter if your seats are in the lower or upper deck.
If the game is called, they will only give you a rain check.
You have to go home if the teams do not play.
Just come back when the game is rescheduled another day.
Copyright © Robert Pettit
Right now, I have an uneasy feeling in my gut.
I want to hold on to my job no matter what.
I blew the save, and we eventually lost the game.
To lose a good lead for any team is a shame.
I have a feeling the management wants to let me go.
They are disenchanted with me. It certainly does show.
The team counts on me to come on in relief.
The hits and runs I give up causes everybody grief.
So what will I do if they want me to go away?
Will I have to try and make up a resume?
I can’t sleep with these worries in my head.
Sorry dear if I am keeping you awake in bed.
Copyright © Robert Pettit
Watch him there behind the plate
The guy referred to as "blue"
"Hey blue, you must be blind!
How could you call that ball strike two?"
He takes the ribbing all in stride
Been doing this for many years
Loves the game, the fans, the kids
Lots of fun and yes, sometimes tears
To soon the season will be over and done
But next year the kids will come to play
The ump will smile and call "batter up!"
He'll be having fun just like he is today….
My husband has been a Little League
Umpire of many years. He loves it!
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick
The sport of ball games is many each summer and each fall.
Within the Major leagues, and the Minors are many whines.
The events that are pitted causes Peewees to bawl.
Excuses like pines and whines, and levying of fines.
Steroidal abuse accusations prevalent are profuse!
Is pretty lady a man, is the handsome man a woman?
Like in cases of people’s races, gander chases goose.
Is the ball player true or a steroid phenomenon.
Albeit I accept the fate entering stadium gate.
Was the coupling consensual or change conventional?
Excitement permeates ball field as contentions dissipate.
I believe in ball games, rising to fame consensual.
Mickey Mantle at bat, an all time world ‘Switch hitter!
Willie Mays ’The say kid Mays’ blessed his days by his phase.
“Mighty Casey at Bat” illustrates proper glitter,
as time switches mantle phase of Mickey and Say kid Mays!
For and in Honor of Debbie Guzzi
And Contest: Play Ball
Copyright © john freeman