Father Baseball Poems | Examples
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Many parts of life's puzzle pieces are not a wonderful life.
Some 50 years ago, my best friend and boss left his wife
And abandoned his four minor children for another woman.
It was very shocking to everyone, so hard to understand.
But out of their pain and mine, there emerged an act
Of Kindness that reached out to their boys and fought back.
I was 23, and they were great kids of about 10 and 12.
Their father was a giant of a spiritual man that slipped and failed.
I took them to a baseball game that became more than a 'pastime' game.
Seeing Chicago cubs like Ron Santos and Ernie Banks was more than 'fame'.
To these boys, at a time like theirs, it was part of a healing process.
For me, it's a treasured memory that recalls me caring at my very best.
Over time, that marriage was restored, and the father of those boys returned.
In our life's journeys, we must pause sometimes and recall the lessons learned.
Eddie, could not have had a father better than you.
Think of all the places you took him, including to the zoo.
It’s mind blowing for me, to just count the hours,
That you spend at baseball,(I am glad for you.when it showers!)
You’re teaching him the Christian life that many Fathers, sadly do not.
And, thus I chose this picture to show the love you and Eddie have got.
Your love of baseball and teaching him I think he’s really quite hot!
So I am just popping in to say, Butch, that you have a very happy Father’s Day.
And I just know that everything is coming with many blessings..your way!
Love, Pangie aka Nana
6/18/2023
Dedicated to Butch, my outstanding Son-In-Law!
How the little things can move us
And revive forgotten memories
Like the ones that stirred me recently
And brought joyful thoughts abundantly
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
He would seldom purchase anything
Except peanuts in the shell.
From little bags the cracking tells
Of satisfaction and salty smells…
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
It was a kind of ritual there
The call: “get your peanuts here!”
He would skip the sweets and beer
Simple peanuts drew him near
To time with my dad at Rockies games.
His hands and mouth were happy
While watching the game and shouting
Like so many other outings
Peanuts a’plenty went with the routing
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
It is not the size of a thing that matters
It is the people we love that go with it.
A small, simple peanut I must admit
Is nothing without my family in it.
I miss times with my dad at Rockies games.
the roar of silence
no pastime to pass time
Toronto Blue Jays
John G. Lawless
5/11/2020
His dad gave him a baseball mitt
Brand-new, a 'Rawlings,' a perfect fit
The boy's face glowed with happiness and pride
He hugged his dad tight, then went outside
To play catch with his best friend
He had to break that mitt in
Make it softer, flexible and pliable
He'd catch every ball, be 'Mr. Reliable'
The boy played 'till it was too dark to see
Then raced back home, bursting with glee
Tucked the ball into the pocket of his glove
He'd sleep on it that night, his pillow above
So the mitt's pocket would be perfectly formed
To the shape of the ball it would precisely conform --
Proclaiming, "Dad, you're the best dad there ever could be!"
Love coming straight from his heart ~ Wouldn't you agree?
He walked slowly, taking in the sight and smell of the field.
The memories of games gone by, filled his heart with joy as he recalled his many turns at bat.
Baseball was his first love and he recalled his family cheering him on, in the stands.
His father had put a baseball in his hands as soon as, he could stand.
Another deep breath, as a cool breeze swept across the field.
What thrilled him most was the swing and crack, of the bat.
Dusk fell a he recalled all of the home runs; something moved overhead; a bat!
He watched as the thing soared above the stands.
This place was home; growing up he’d practically lived in this field.
Picking up his glove and ball, he threw a pitch across the field; then he picked up his bat; still hearing the cheers from the stands…craccckkk...adrenaline rush!
Alfred and the wilderness
Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells,
Me he is not my father and I went for a walk across chlorophyll filled field.
Alfred who is a musician and never ventures out in the landscape
saw some grazing sheep and wondered if they were dangerous,
no, I said they are sheep and born friendly
as God created them, to this Alfred called me a crypto-Christian.
A little Lamb came up to my father it was so sweet,
as only a lamb can be he lifted it up which the ewe disliked,
and it butted him in the rear.
Alfred was shocked, got up and demanded I bring him to safety
in the nearest town; never trust animals they are all out
to get us he said while limping to safer ground.
POEM 23 A FATHER LOVE
A FATHER LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT
NO ONE CAN EXPLAIN; IT IS MADE
OF DEEP DEVOTION OF LOVE, JOY
AND HAPPINESS.
HIS LOVE IS ENDLESS AND UNSELFISH
NOTHING CAN NOT DESTROY IT OR
TAKE HIS LOVE AWAYS.
HIS LOVE IS HAPPINESS AND PATIENT
AND FORGIVING AND IT NEVER FAILS.
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MR.PROF. JERRY WELLS
AUTHOR
the time is now
to get out of your bed
what is going on inside our head
he dies 2,000 years ago today
on a cross for all the world to see
what was his prayer
what was his final plea
father forgive them
cause they know not what they do
he said the prayer
now the rest is up to you
out of borrowed vacant pews
you have your choice whether to sing the blues
yet this is nothing new
its all been done before lest I humbly implore
Jesus in the morning with the newspaper
Jesus helping you change a flat tire
Jesus down on the sire for his desire
love is his fullest essence of his existence so shun its resistance
cross your T's and dot you I's
does this faith game come at any big enough surprise
stop listening to Satan's many lies
Lord, tonight there is a lot of hurting people inside. Show them Lord your presence in there lives. Father God, to the women who is deciding whether or not to abort their child. God show her the truth in your holy word that abortion is clearly murder. Father, to the street walker in the City of Waterbury give peace to her dear soul . Jesus...Jesus your the lover of our soul you come take control. Help us father to be ready for your appearing in all of your fullness. Dear Lord Jesus, egnite the fire & flame of your desire to be full & pure. Lord, many are having affairs as they are married God we ask you Lord for healing. In the area of our finances Lord please provide a clear way dear Jesus. As we wait on you & trust you as savior. Amen
It was a trip that started
'fore my classmates departed
And we're headed somewhere I didn't know
Breakin' out early
On an unexpected journey
I was only too happy to go
Hopped in with Mom
And the priest Father John
And Dad who drove the wagon to somewhere
I asked where we goin'
They said dontcha be worryin'
'Cause I think you'll like it when we get there
This is called tailgating
Said my Pop as we ate in
The lot and I remember the cold chicken we had
Thousands of people
Passin' by in the aisles
Throwin' balls and drinkin' beers like mad
Then we made our way up
To the top of the boxes
And the very moment that happened then
Standing next to the Pastor
For years ever after
I'd recall it only with an Amen
To see the light of Heaven
At the age of seven
Transcendental wasn't a word I then knew
But it seems to me now
The Lord was showin' me how
Baseball and family are the things that are true
My little scars healed
As the Crew took the field
And Molitor and Yount came to bat
And Mom took my hand
And we cheered to the end
And I knew this was where I'd always come back
February 25, 2017
out in left field
daddy's hoped-for pitcher dreams
a whole diff'rent game
February 22, 2017
A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer Answered!
In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo!
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks!
Let us play........, two!
Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field
Hallowed be thy ivy covered Brickhouse walls!
Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
On Clark and Addison, as it is, to sit in the sun with thy bleacher-bums!
Give us this day our daily dread but remove those lights that so offend!
Forgive us our trespasses and Cubs left on bases, as we forgive those
Teams who trespass these hallowed places!
Caray us on and win the pennant race, all’s we’re ask ‘in for Lord,
Is a couple a more runs!
Most of us can't afford a dog or beer in here, but a least da cops is really
Nice around here!
Lead us not into temptation and deliver us to a World Series, while were still young!
So grab a beer and join the cheer, cause we ain't leav'in Wrigley
Till "Yogi" say's it's over in here!
AMEN!
It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
It wasn't because he wined and dined her....
She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
for their oldest son's birthday
She loved him because he played with their kids,
even after a hard day at work...
baseball games in the big front yard,
cheering them on...
not getting angry when the youngest son
knocked a homer...
...straight through the living room window
~
A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer!
In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks
Let us play!
Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field
Hallowed be thy ivy covered Brick-house walls
Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
On the mound, sit ‘in with the bleacher-bums or your rich roof-top owner friends
Give us this day our daily dread but remove those lights that so offend
Forgive us our trespasses and cubs left on bases
As we forgive those teams who trespass those places
And Caray us on and win the pennant races
All’s we’re ask ‘in for Lord, is a couple a runs
Then deliver us a world series, before God loses HIS patience
Amen!