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BASEBALL acrostic

                                            BASEBALL

              Batters up…..the tingles start and now we know its spring
              All the winter woes are gone and baseball fever sings
              Seats are chosen --lucky fans will sit where they can see
              Easy chairs for some are best--- the price of them is free
              Bull pens hold the players and the feelings there run high
              As the batter taps the plate he glances at the sky
              Like somewhere there is a baseball god who’ll help him out
              Luckily he smacks a low ball—it’s a home run and a shout

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

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MEGAN'S HIT - the Baseball Sonnet

      MEGANS HIT - the Baseball Sonnet
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!

I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!

    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!

                    II.

"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
(the umpire was my Daddy, in this game.)

I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!

"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!

   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
   
                   III.

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"

The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!

I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!

   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!

                   IV.

The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!

The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!

The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"

   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!

                V.

We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!

The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!

I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me!
        
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Training

Why is the pitcher in for only two innings or three? Spring training is going on right now, you see. From a long winter, veterans scrape off the rust. Rookies trying to make the team hope it’s not a bust. They work hard to earn the manager's trust. You will see players with an unfamiliar name. Everybody only gets one or two at bats in a game. On the field for a few innings, then into the dugout they go. Who is going to make the team? The managers want to know. Why all of this fuss? There is a very good reason. The teams are getting ready for a 162 game season.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014

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PLAY BALL

Somewhere there’s a baseball
Shivering in the cold

Somewhere there’s a baseball glove
Afraid of growing old.

Somewhere there’s a baseball bat
Some weary cleats - sweat stained hat.

Somewhere there’s a baseball field
Beneath snow’s winter fall

Somewhere dreaming children
Hear the umpire shout

“Play Ball”.



John G. Lawless



submitted to – Batter Up – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Crack of the Bat

Bat, ball, and glove, a sacred rite of spring Timeless afternoons of joy shared by all Everyone gets a chance to give a swing To meet the challenge: putting bat on ball. Stretch, windup, and pitch, a flaming fastball Hitter gives it flight with resounding crack Outfielder’s eyes wide, then pedaling back Jubilant bat toss, he breaks into run Pitcher’s shoulders droop, his jaw going slack Outfielder against fence, it’s a home run! 4/10/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Spring Training

Half of the teams are headed to Florida. The other half will journey to Arizona. Yes fans, everybody can let out a cheer. Another baseball spring training is here. Pitchers and catchers report first to duty. They are followed by the other players shortly. It is just the beginning of a seasonal pennant chase. The players go through calisthenics at a rapid pace. They have to scrape off that winter rust. Getting back to top physical shape is a must. As the tulips and the hyacinths are growing in the spring, all those baseball players are doing their thing.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

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Somewhere

Somewhere



Somewhere there’s a baseball
Shivering in the cold

Somewhere there’s a baseball glove
Afraid of growing old.

Somewhere there’s a baseball bat
Some weary cleats and sweat stained hat.

Somewhere there’s a baseball field
Beneath snow’s winter fall

Somewhere dreaming children
Hear the umpire shout

“Play Ball”.



John G. Lawless

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

Megan's Hit

        MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!

                    II.

"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
   
                   III.

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!

                   IV.

The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!

                V.

We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me! 
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Crack of the Bat II

The crack of the bat, game’s invocation
From stadium to sandlot, all the same
Temples to the spirit of our nation
Listen closely, wind whispers ancient names
The greats in attendance at every game
Rejuvenated by the youthful heart
The soul of our sport, true performance art 
Its palpable spirit, real as it seems
It beckons you, invites you to take part
Become the legend on the field of dreams

4/11/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Opening Day 2016 - for contest

Opening Day 2016 (anacreontic verse)


If it rains
droplets
piercing cold
curse not
imagined
Goddesses
nor summon
power from
remorseless
Gods.
Hold fast to
ageless youth
seize hope’s
listless will.
Raise high
her tattered
Red Sox
banner,
huddle with
the cheering
masses.  Order
two dogs,
everything,
two beers,
ice cold.
Feel the
heartbeats
pounding roar

gauntlet thrown,

PLAY BALL!


4/2/2016

submitted to – Anacreontic Verse 3 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Edward Ebbs

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

the First game of Spring

The first game of spring
It was the first game of the year.
The go lumpducks vs the hot rugcats.
On 1st base for the hot rugcats is: Tiny judy mad cat
On 2nd is Flash betty furball 
At short stop is licky slip maybell 
On 3rd three leg piggy polecat
Rt field Cassy cool cat
Cfield Tiffy Mudcat
 Lt field Vicky short pants Field cat.
Pitching Wild arm Jayne legcat
Catching Junkcat Kitty
The game is cancel due to Rats on the field  the team is hard to control
A real mess the lumpducks left after the first rat was tore apart.
But that's your line up for tomorrows game.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2016