She loves the ballparks,
and goes to Symphany halls.
She loves God but not religion.
She cusses and curses,
gets drunk on sailors,
yet her heart’s an open daisy.
In Kentucky they call her
‘darlin’,
In West Virgina
they call her ‘darlin’,
in Tennessee, they call her
‘darlin’.
In Alabama they call her
‘honey’ or 'sugar'.
In New York City they call her ‘baby’
through a gritty windpipe.
She slums it with the rich,
walks tall with the poor,
and she never, ever
will be misappropriated,
by words, labels,
or given names.
Categories:
ballparks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Someone there is that loves the Green Monster
That wants to sit upon the wall and holler
I thought of this in Nineteen Seventy-Five
Forty-three years later my day has arrived
Thirty-seven feet is a lofty perch
Baseball viewing: No better spot on Earth
Dollars and cents can’t account the days-worth
The grand old game is a priceless treasure
A game by which there is no clock to measure
The game proceeds for nine innings per match
A unique quality that true fans grasp
Played in parks all shiny and new; also
Hallowed grounds from which history abounds
Fans argue about which venue is best
I simply say, “Good walls make good ballparks”
August 15, 2019
Categories:
ballparks, baseball, beauty, celebration, dream,
Form: Blank verse
BARRY BONDS
NOW THERE'S A NAME
THAT SHOULD RESIDE
IN THE HALL OF FAME
AS A ROOKIE
HE SHOWED SOME STRENGTH
HIT HOME RUNS
WITH INCREDIBLE LENGTH
WHEN I FIST SAW HIM
I THOUGHT OF JACKSON
THE WAY HE SWUNG
HIS BAT IN ACTION
BARRY COULD RUN
HE COULD THROW THE BALL
MADE GREAT CATCHES
ON THE LEFT FIELD WALL
AT STEALING BASES
HE WAS A THREAT
SCORING UNEARNED RUNS
PUT TEAMS IN DEBT
PITCH TO HIM ?
WHY WOULD YOU ?
YOU GET THE FEELING
A HOMERUN'S DUE
BEAUTIFUL SAN FRANCISCO
AS FAR AS BALLPARKS GO
IS THE BEST OF ALL THE BALLPARKS
TO DISPLAY A HOME RUN SHOW
RIGHT FIELD HAS SPLASH LANDING
AND IF YOU TOP THE WALL
BARRY LAUNCHED SOME HOMERUNS
AND IN THE BAY THEY FALL
AT NIGHT THEY HAVE THE LIGHTS ON
AND WHAT A TERRIFIC SIGHT
TO SEE A BASEBALL LAUNCHED LIKE THAT
IS POETRY IN FLIGHT
IN A WAY BARRY BONDS
SIMPLY MADE IT CLEAR
BYE BYE BASEBALL
YOU'RE CLEARLY OUT OF HERE
Categories:
ballparks, baseball, confidence, hero, history,
Form: Epic
BALLPARK PENS
watch what you find
minds will be read
think what you see
before you go blind
ballparks out of games
faces without names
win or lose nothing
changes the deranged
love what is hard
pain makes it wetter
keep that aced card
cold weather letter
ballparks out of games
faces without names
win or lose nothing
changes the deranged
© Kim van Breda- 22 November 2015
Categories:
ballparks, metaphor, writing,
Form: Rhyme