Prose Poetry Baseball Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Baseball
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its there time
to get in line
listen to to band
the hogdog stand
catch from the wall
the water fall
this is the reason
KIDS AND BASEBALL SEASON
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr
Focus means everything!!!....
In times of our lives we strike out but it is a team sport.
Think about when you hit that home run!!!!!!!
It really doesn`t matter at that MOMENT who was there and who wasn`t.
Who applauded and who didn`t.
Moments are all we have, when "time" itself was calculated by the stars and man;
therefore i fail to believe it truly exists.
Love and The Fight For Survival continues on............
(Let's play ball!!!!!!!!~incidently my all time favorite sport to play, watch, and
burn 'em, every chance I get!)
Spring is here!!! WoooooooHooooo!!!
Life is just that way.
Thanks to all for allowing me to openly express myself here at
this soup, where there is no norm in form, it's just poetryman.
No right, no wrong...
Let's shake hands because it sure has been an exciting game that at times I didn't
realize I was even playing...!
All in all life is sweet and short.
May you be blessed in your lives and your creatitity.
Copyright © Lucinda Bulger
Truth could not be eclipsed,
And you said it was a joke.
There was a mystical feeling,
Behind your saying that you
I could feel obscure pain
And you said it was alright .
A desire was shrouded,
Once you said I should leave
An Imperceivable feeling was
And you said you didn't know.
I could feel you in disguise,
There was a silence of deep sea
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma
huddled in confusion
not so mellow drama
The curse preventing
Felix the cat's first act
more chatter accompanies
horrible organ music.
"he walks the bases "
Dinner is served
on t.v. trays
Uncle does not move
He sits on the throne
and white screens
with rabbit ears.
I wait for the final cheers
Of the win, Yes,,!its over
or the Boo's for losers
Baseball, way to ruin
a child's summer.!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah
Hot Southern Nights
By Curtis Johnson
During the time before television came to our home My dad sat there in his car on a dark Southern night
And I was somewhere close by, enjoying a wonderful
Game of Major League Baseball on the radio
O, there were other teams in the majors like The Pirates,
The White Socks, and The Red Socks that were popular
Teams. But in my town in Northern Mississippi, it was all
About the Cardinals, Dodgers, and Yankees.
My dad had lots of friends, but two were rivals of the game
There was his friend, the Yankee man name Mr. Baines
And then, Mr. Mon, his other friend, was a Dodger fan
But my dad’s heart was in St. Louis with Stan The Man
In my mind I can hear those games now on radio, and in
My memory, later on when we obtained a TV, I can see The Baseball Game Of The Week
I mean no disrespect to other sportscasters, but Harry Carry and Peewee Reese made us feel like we were there in the stands
They say that baseball is America’s great past time experience,
But for me, baseball was all about ‘now and then’, ‘today, and
‘tomorrow’ too. It was about a little country boy fantasizing
And dreaming today about what could be tomorrow
Copyright © curtis johnson