Y’know….you’d think…
Look out….here I come…
Bee careful, Bee safe…
YAH! YAH!
Bee quiet…..
Tulips are easy
Just hit the middle of the cup
Sunflowers
Like landing on a baseball diamond
But those damn Dandelions
Bright yellow spots
Dancing in the wind
“PULL UP…..PULL UP..”
“ROLL LEFT……ELEVATION…”
“GET SOME ELEVATION!!!”
EASY….COME AROUND…”
‘Yeah, yeah…..you try it ace
I mean with pollen covered legs
An evening cross wind
And a bug-eyed crow ogling you.
And I wonder why I dream of being
A hummingbird.
©5/25/2022
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Categories:
baseball diamond, flying, humor, nature,
Form: Personification
Demolished by love
Demolished by love
My doors have been rattled
My cage has been rocked
The vessels are no longer
Moored to the dock
Thank you, love
My streets are abandoned
My town hall is closed
If you know any people,
Maybe go consult those
Not demolished by love
Demolished by love
Even in times of forgiveness
And relative peace and light rain
There's a part of me wants to consider
The debt that I hold and the strain
My brick buildings are toothpicks
My trees, vaporized
I once had an ego --
It's torn down to size
Demolished by love
That old baseball diamond
The old ice cream stand
Everything blown-up
According to plan --
If you have insurance
And ties to this world,
Get down in your storm cellar
Away from that girl
Or be demolished by love
We had expectations
Ideologies, even
Now watch as your every last
Earthly cause is beaten
And demolished by love
Categories:
baseball diamond, desire, funeral, girl, heart,
Form: Verse
A Nirvana Sunrise and Matt Amish
Cat whiskers, pen, notebook.
Brain flowing with ideas blending
with hazelnut coffee drenched scents.
Soft notes of Miles Davis ride the air.
Sitting here in complete divine joy!
Grandson goes to human school soon.
How I prayed to God for this!
As I was penning for many nights,
Under God's kindly, summer moon.
Keep all poets loving and happy!
Our own Matt Amish gone to great eternity
in the blue skies.
To play on God's own baseball diamond.
What a great way to open this MLB season!
July 24, 2020
2pm PST
Categories:
baseball diamond, baseball, feelings, heaven, loss,
Form: Free verse
Thought it would be fun to write a cute little Smarty Pants poem.
I was crazy with excitement about it, laughing with happiness gore.
I was so happy about the idea, I figured it had been done before.
So I typed in Smarty Pants poem into my Google search engine, on a loop.
Out of all my ideas, I thought this one made the most sense, not a bloop.
It had a whole bunch of links. The first three brought me to Poetry Soup.
I had to laugh at that. I should not have been surprised one little bit.
Of course at least one of my pals on this site would have already thought of it.
Smarty Pants on the ceiling, smarty pants in my tea throwing a great big fit.
Smarty pants in the kitchen, chasing Sylvester, my orange and yellow cat.
Smarty pants on the baseball diamond, throwing down the big wooden bat.
Smarty pants spinning pottery, on a kiln, sitting on a durable mat.
Of course Poetry Soup already had a Smarty Pants poem, imagine that!
Categories:
baseball diamond, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
family picnic
italian sandwiches
by baseball diamond
posted on July 5, 2018
Categories:
baseball diamond, family, food, fun, summer,
Form: Senryu
In the land someone forgot
I found my Camelot
On a cal-de- sac on a corner lot
In a tree filled plot.
It's my beauty spot.
Probably to a lot
It doesn't look all that hot
Even with blooming forget me nots.
This place has oak trees that have over shot
The driveway some what.
I am thankful there is no dry rot
In the place I bought.
I will plant apricot
And kumquat
Trees in the back of my lot.
The coyotes, eagles, owls, boars, hawks,
Turkeys, and so much more all come for
A visit to the land someone forgot
That I bought.
It's no wonder this place has my heart.
Who would of thought?
This baseball diamond was what I sought.
Categories:
baseball diamond, adventure, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
I remember
as a kid
that my mother gave my copy of Frank Waldman's "Bonus Pitcher" to the book fair
I had to buy it back for a quarter
The book told the tale
of how a "bonus baby" won the respect
of those who resented him at first
Also, it told the tale
of the Boston Red sox
defeating the Brooklyn Dodgers in the World series
I have re - read the book during dark times in my life
Baseball defines America
Our national pastime is also enshrined in the movie
"Field of Dreams"
As for myself - I only played catcher in the Little League for a short while and
cried when the Mets lost (as they usually did in their early years)
I have heard stories of NY ballplayers from years ago
and they still
reverberate in my mind
Older now - the best I can do now would be to whack some softballs from a
batting cage machine
Time wears us all down
The baseball diamond still shines green in our mind's eye!
Categories:
baseball diamond, baseball,
Form: Concrete
Emptiness
(Childrens song / lyrics and music by Joan Donnelly Ellis )
When a thing is empty it is not much good at all
.
What good is a baseball diamond with neither bat nor ball?
What worth a hat without a head? A house without some folk?
How foolish a shell with no egg white or yellow yolk?
Can you find any use for a well without water,
Or a quill that has no ink ...Well
What good is a hockey arena with no skating rink.
Can you explain the purpose of a book void of pictures and word?
How unfun a bell without a ringer? Seems to me absurd.
How dull Summer without rainfall and sunshine, Winter without snow?
Would a tree be lonely with neither squirrels nor birds that caw like the crow?
Fancy a yard without soft green grass to delight the barefeet
A pie shell without pie filling could hardly be called a treat.
What would you think if the sky held no sun,no moon, no color, no rain, no star?
Now I do not want to upset you but what if narry a crumb could be found in Nana's cookie jar?
How could you dance if there was no music in the radio or jukebox
The only empty thing that's worth anything and loads of fun, I daresay is an empty box.
Categories:
baseball diamond, children, song,
Form: Lyric
Art is easily seen and recognized
I have seen a lawn mowed, a brick laid.
Heard it sung and played
Seen it sculpted in alabaster
Marveled at results beyond my hands
Taken brush and knife to canvas
Designed and built boats from pencil to plane
Carved dragons and hitch cocks in soft and hard woods
Put words to paper and painted mind dreams
Art is easily seen and with practice produced
Joy gained and given
Living it
Ever looked at a fresh mowed baseball diamond
Or playing field. The patterns are alive as any
plaid or tartan quilt
The flow of movement constant as any ballroom
dancer in the laying of brick
I saw a woman’s head in alabaster face behind a
veil draped over cheeks so real the bones were
shining through
Art is a three letter word
Awe is how it feels to be near
Yaw is how it floats as a boat
This is another vain attempt to explain it
Categories:
baseball diamond, art, education, on work
Form: I do not know?