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One Man One Cap and a Baseball Bat

He was known as Joltin John
With his baseball bat and his cap upon

He played the game with vigour and speed
Many a supporter said he was all that they need

Was born Guiseppe Paolo DiMaggio number eight child
Lived in America  for his eighty four years 'til he died 

Played as centre fielder during all his career
With the New York Yankees, who he held dear

Described by some as an uncaring brute
Responsible for Marilyn Monroe sliding into disrepute

With sedatives and such by dominating her so much
Controlling her career to stop her kissing men and such

He craved the limelight just for himself
Yet disliked Marilyn doing the same herself

Yet on the field he was no freak
Known for his 56 game hitting streak

Was MVP winner three times with determination
An all star in each of his thirteen seasons

You will find him in the baseball hall of fame
Look closely you will see his name

Was voted as sports living legend of all time
Was the baseball centennial year of nineteen sixty nine

His first wife was Dorothy Arnold an extra on the film 
in which his minor role endured her to him

Married for just five  years a son was born
Carries the  name of Joseph John

In later years after the Arthur a Miller charade
DiMaggio rescued her  from the tormented life she had

Would sit and read poetry on their latter years
Finding a Contentment that slated all fears

So this man had his bad points and good
Needed to reach his soul to be understood

Deep down inside he loved Marilyn for sure
This we will never find out, cos he is no more

He stands alone high in his baseball we surely know that
As a father and husband  on his nose he fell flat
Remember when we see these idols it's all outer skin
We will never ever know what they are thinking within.

penned 20/4/2015

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015

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My Baseball Glove

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
another divorce

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

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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Shoeless Joe Jackson

Shoeless Joe an idiot
and still baseball’s patriot

baseball is his passion
he’s not a subtraction

he was pushed out of baseball
for not being smart at all

lacking knowledge is no crime
remove his name from the grime

Joe Jackson placed in shame
he should be Hall of Fame

I’ll say again he did nothing wrong
He played this game of baseball real strong

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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baseball seasons

Baseball seasons here
Starts when summer is near

If the first baseman catches the ball
I hope the ump makes a good call

Eating sunflower seeds
Winning is what we need

That means school being out is near
Until next year                                         

                                     by jake doyle

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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Safe At Home

When I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the premature hours of dawn
I never dreamed Your face would be
The next I’d look upon
My vehicle came to rest against the square concrete pylon
And those who found me declared to all
“It appears as though he’s gone”
They said I had the look of peace upon my face so fair
And in my lap my hands were laid
As if God placed them there
Just underneath those hands of mine my Gummy Bears were found
How is it that they rested there
And were not tossed around
You chose for me the greatest dad and mother one could have
And my sister; she’s so beautiful
Will you hold her for me Dad
For all of those that knew me knew how much I loved the game
But they also knew I loved you Lord
And someday you’d call my name
I’m grateful that I prayed the prayer to receive you in my heart
Now I know for sure that heaven is real
And we two shall never part
My final game was played that day as I heard you say “well done”
I ran into my dwelling place
Where I’m truly “safe at home”

Dedicated to RJ Ledesma jr who was called from this earth much to soon. May you rest in the Lord's care till we see you again. October 29, 1992 - September 24, 2011

Copyright © Janice Smith | Year Posted 2013

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Not Be Another

Not Be Another

No matter what may be Patriot's Play scheme,
None if it ever would spoil Seahawk's dream
And what appears to me to be amazing
Is having a football that people were hazing.

What unpleasant things to a football could you do?
Making it take a bounce not known to be true,
Or suppose something to football you applied
Which made ball slick after it had dried.

How about discovering a doctored up baseball;
Started to curve and then downward would fall,
After surface someone started to scratch;
Maybe for me they might make up a batch.

What if my basketball was underinflated?
And for a while longer we all had waited;
Ball now was much narrower each shot I took
Even if a free throw or could be a hook.

Who me my friend have an unfair advantage;
To my cruddy character apply a long bandage.
And when in Super Bowl, Series or World Cup,
Should never again be another cover up.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

PS. Check out military memories above.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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The pitch of a lifetime

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

Copyright © Chad Weeks | Year Posted 2013

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Fantasy Baseball

Tinker Evers and Chance
their double play romance

Ty Cobb terror on bases
also with many faces

if Babe Ruth played today
can't imagine his pay

a D-H for sure
his homeruns were pure

baseball and fantasy
for me it is easy

baseball's my desire
my juices on fire

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015

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Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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Baseball Through the Years

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

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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Annual Baseball Poem

Annual Baseball Poem

Sometimes will write poems that can cajole
And what now has become my greatest goal
Is one thousand poems to reach and obtain
Then other poets on this thought try to train.

Why would I want to sit around and wait
When each one of you I want to motivate
And with many readers must beg to differ
Poems will be great never be a whiffer. 

After each poem is down dirty and done
You will have hit a horrendous home run
Or be bright pitcher who has much glitter
Who is prominent after pitching a no hitter.

When out in field no errors at all were made
Waiting for World Series sitting in the shade
And have obtained much fortune and fame
After having played in an All Star Game.

I am totally retired with my reins drawn in
And if I had to do this thing all over again
In my thought may be big hole that will gape;
No one should try again when out of shape.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran  

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Today's Red Sox

losers no more

Boston Red Sox
out of the rocks

contenders again
beginning to win

three word series wins
no more Babe Ruth sins

now Ortiz calling it quits
won't send the Sox to the pits

for they're stronger than strong
without doing a wrong

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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World Series Wins

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

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015

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A Summer Game

A nine inning game
for some it brings fame

for others its too lame
and its only a game

so much being paid
some games are delayed

Its a summer game
Baseball is the name

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015

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I remember that boy standing there in the outfield grass,
Waiting and watching so no ball would pass.

He was in right field, or was it center or left?
I only know he played each with its own kind of depth.

The emblazoned cap snug against his skull, shading his face from the sun.
The game was all that mattered, even if he was having fun.

The colorful jersey which he proudly wore, with a number on his back,
Showed that he was part of the team, so everyone could keep track.

He waited patiently for a ball to come, so he could make a play.
Sometimes he waited the entire game, sometimes for a whole day.

But he stood his ground like the ballplayer he wanted to be,
Taking his stance, just like the pros he would see.

He would rub his mitt, then gently hold it open over his knee,
When the ball came to him, he was sure to be ready.

Was he wearing sneakers, or proudly putting on his cleats,
He wore bluejeans at first, shedding them for a baggy uniform without pleats.

It was those early years in the outfield where he was taught,
That errors are made, and perfection was sought.

He realized that errors would be part of the game,
Not only in the outfield, but in life all the same.

I remember that boy at each little league game I see,
For in truth I clearly recall that boy...once it was me.

For Oil Painting #4
contest by: Eve Roper
written: 12/12/15 

Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

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April sixth, nineteen-seventy-three
A-L pitchers became bat free

and the designated hitter was born
and those fans did eat a lot of popcorn

Ron Blomberg was the first
that started the thirst

for homeruns and extra bases
as fans showed their happy faces

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015

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True Friends

                      True Friends
    Strong current always flowed on that stream.
    A tall tree stood steady just on its brim.
    A dove used to take rest on nest on top of tree.
    An ant stayed in hole on ground moving free.
    Both were good friends caring for each other.
   Ant below and dove above loved each other.
    Once, losing grip the ant slipped on water.
    It tended to sink on rushing flow of river.

   Dove dropped a leaf in front of sinking ant.
   The ant managed to sit on leaf at that instant/
    Leaf-boat reached the ant to the bank.
   Ant waved its antenna to say ‘Thanks’.
    Shortly came n hunter aiming at the dove.
    This time the ant was prompt to observe.
     It bit a strong sting on the hunter’s toe.
    Hunter had to leave his bow and arrow.

     Dove became alert and flew away.
     Ant moved happily on its way.
     “A friend in need is a friend indeed.
      Grow Great. Be Grateful. Do Good Deed.” 

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016

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Ah, Another Summer Will End Very Soon

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

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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East Coast MLB

one hundred sixty two games
knowing all the players names
follow scores best we can
west coast games bring sandman
we'll watch the standings 
keep track of innings
after all-star game it ignites a flame
winners will win and losers fall to shame

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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Super Sports


In 2016, the Golden State Warriors returned from the brink of defeat.                                                                              Down by Oklahoma three games to one, they achieved an incredible feat.

Who would have believed they would shortly share an identical scenario?                                                                        Yes , they too were defeated when Cleveland portrayed the NBA horror.

Great teams, recovering from sore defeats, believe there's always tomorrow.                                                    They learn to rise from the ashes, and dismiss their agony and their sorrow.

Often, if they believe and don't give up, tomorrow may arrive the same day;                                                 Like Boston's Brady Bunch, who revived to beat the Falcons in a remarkable way.

And then there were the Cubs, downed by the Indians three games to one.                                                                             Who would have believed that  Cleveland would go on to win none?

05082017 PS; Contest, Sports Shorts, Joseph Soper

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017

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MLB Post Season

the Birds will battle
zilch in Seattle

Red Sox Cubs Dodgers
no Jolly Rodgers

Post Season begins
lets watch see who wins

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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A Rangers' Win

Steven Wright's knuckleball
in Texas took a fall
the Rangers' bats
increased their stats
Wright will pitch again
he might even win

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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The Lone Boy

As I sat on the cold metal bar,
the sounds of my friends faded out of my radar. 

I observed the boy in the discolored yellow hat who didn't want to disappoint, 
crouching with his head tilted to a certain point. 

He had intense brown eyes the color of a baseball mound,
and unlike the others never made much of a sound. 

On one hand he wore an old brown mitt,
which most likely had been his father's and didn't quite fit. 

I couldn't tell you if he could hit or throw, 
whether he was fast or slow. 

If he had any loved ones cheering in the park,
or whether he had a known trademark.

All I know is he stood out that much was clear, 
with his determined expression and it being his first year.

He crouched in wait the last in the player line,
hoping one day he'd have his moment to shine. 

Copyright © Hannah Pearl | Year Posted 2015

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Time to head out to Turner Field
I will surley not yield

Everyone knows my team, the braves
Even the ones in caves

To watch McCain hit a homer
And watch Chipper field a grounder

Nothing feels as such
Not a thing can get me going more than a diving catch

The seventh inning stretch
The only break we need, we are ready for a home run catch

The ninth inning is such torment
Waiting to find out which team is dominant

We cheer for the home team to win
If they lose it is like a sin

Can't wait untill the next game
And I know it will be great just the same

Copyright © Zach Aurel Henderson | Year Posted 2009

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Seventh Game

seventh game
Hall of Fame
who will losers blame?
when hopes burst in flame

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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Indians Win

Indians in six
Without any tricks
The tribe will be taking charge
For the Cubs just a mirage

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016

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love as it relates to baseball

I stand on the plate with the sun in my eyes
the pitcher is ready, a fastball he flies
I swing just as hard as I possibly can
love says "strike one" as I try it again

I choke up on the bat, pull down on my bill
nodding my head, a new pitcher on the hill
it hurls past my chest, just missing my heart
love says "ball one" as the clock again starts

it's the seventh inning stretch, I need the relief
I brush off the dust, no way will I retreat
the coach saunters over, giving a pep talk
as the lines are redrawn on the infield with chalk

the board shows each tally, each inning not close
no intervention from heaven or its holy hosts
and I shut the book on yet, another losing season
I'll still play the game with faith in the reasons

Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010

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The Game Became a Tragedy

The Game Became a Tragedy
By Franklin Price

A baseball game, the national sport, a congress benefit,
A hundred year tradition, they weren't about to quit.
The game became a tragedy, and soon it would appear.
A cloud was hanging overhead, and lightning was near.

The rising dark cloud billowing and at a stormy height
For years a senseless conflict between the left and right
Had put a disparate man, with guns, outside the practice field.
We'll never know just what he thought, maybe he could make them yield.

On the conservative field of practice were the right side of the aisle
To beat the left tomorrow was a thought that made them smile 
Republicans were practicing, tomorrow should be fun
The homeless man outside the fence began to shoot at one

The muzzle blast  was loud indeed, no silencer was there.
Maybe they will listen to me, now that I've given them a scare.
Why can't we all just get along, now I will have my say.
He could not stop with one or two. He had to make them pay

The wounded fell where they were hit, the rest, some cover found.
The police and guards responded by returning round for round
Silence fell, when the shooter shot, we'll forever wonder why.
He came to practice havoc, on the practice field would die

Response was quickly coming. from both sides of the floor.
We must now pray together, we are this country's core.
We must have solidarity, to overcome this fright,
Cannot give into terror, we'll still play tomorrow night

It's a shame it's not that easy, as they govern day to day.
Instead they don't cooperate, if it isn't done their way.
They don't meet in the middle, for what's best for everyone.
Shooting each with verbal bullets is how government is run

Now I am digressing which is something that I do
The cloud's still hanging overhead with lightning anew.
The left and right must work together to overcome this country's woes.
Far worse than this could happen. The public reaps what congress sows.

Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2017

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Missing Dennis

Back then, life for kids was harder than it should have been.
They say that kids had rights too, but I don’t remember when.

Back then, if there were child labor laws, they never told us.
If labor laws for kids were broken, none ever made a fuss.

Back then, I remember chopping weeds in the oven of the sun.
Kids had to work long hours, but we also played and had lots of fun.

Back then, kids played cowboys and Indians in the light of day,
And chased lightning bugs in the black of night.

Back then, I had a friend name Dennis, and no, he was not a menace
We played baseball, basketball, football, but not golf, socker, or tennis

Dennis and I lived on opposite sides of the busy railroad track;
and he had a big brother who rode a mule loaded with cotton sacks

Dennis and I were best buddies in our early days, but the years went by.        
We grew older and went our separate ways. When I think of Dennis, I 

remember the good times of our childhood, and how We kept busy shooting marbles and rolling rubber tires throughout the neighborhood; and most of the 

time, we did the things we should. I haven’t heard from Dennis, but I would love to see him if I could. I once heard it said in a Christian song that friends 

are friends forever. I sure hope to see my friend Dennis on this side of never.
Perhaps we could laugh and talk about farm life and the fun times we shared.

Perhaps we could remind each other when we bought ice cream for a dime.
Perhaps we could chat about when kids were free and fearless of crime.

Perhaps we could laugh about the gray hairs on our heads and under our chins.
Perhaps we could talk about the distant days and ask, “Remember when?”

Perhaps we could share our stories of how we changed from boys to men.
On this side of never, we would write a letter, email, or visit every now and 

then. On this side of never, we would both recall when our money was very thin. On this side of never, we would reminisce about house roofs made of tin.

Yes, I well recall “The Perhaps”, “The Back Then’s”, and “The Remember When’s”.  I do miss Dennis, and I hope to see him before this life is finished

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017