Best Ballgame Poems
Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame!
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, TWO!
Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field Hallowed be thy name on those ivy covered Brick-house walls
Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven to sit in the sun with the bleacher-bums
Give us this day our daily dread, but remove those lights that some say offend
And forgive us our trespasses for trading our best hitters and aces
As we forgive those same players who then come back, and rub it in our faces
Lead us not, into tenth inning disgraces, and worst of all, with men left on bases
Deliver us from evil and finishing in last place
And Caray us on to win the pennant race
All's we're ask ‘in for is a couple a more runs with three men on base
Bring us oh Lord a world series trophy, or it won't be long before were all dopey!
Our faith be rich, but our pockets are poor, because most of us can't afford a dog or a couple a beers in here!
Our spirit lives on and we know no fear, so whaddya say we lose the, "wait till next year"!
Mr. Cub is rounding third and headed for home, one more time on this hallowed ground, but we still need a closer for a Cubs World Series win!
Ronny made the call to one of their friends, "send in the saver, Ernie can't do it all"!
Now the "LORD's" in the line-up, and Mr. Cub just handed him the ball!
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! AMEN!
Imagine Chinese water torture. Anticipate
the carpet covered bed
of Fat’s truck
busy old fool, unruly sun
and you was such a baby
and I wished my friend as sound asleep
and you shall have some peace there, for peace
comes dripping slow,
Alive? You might be dead for all I know
not in silence, but restraint
for Christ’s sweet sake, shut up and watch the ballgame
you add to my afflictions, and amplify the same.
(This poem was created using snippets from other poems.)
Daddy, please take me out to the ball game
running the bleachers, enjoying the fame
buy me some warm peanuts and crackerjacks
let the ball fly to the outfield with a whack!
Daddy, can I go play with my friends in the field?
There are lightning bugs, and they easily yield.
I want to chase and run and twirl and spin.
I don't care about baseball, the sport or the win!
Aches and pains are part of the game
When you reach old age, it just ain't the same
Pains used to last a day
Now take weeks to go away
Hope you make it to the ninth in life's old ballgame
Yes, but me some peanuts and cracker jacks
Take me out to the ballgame
A song that makes me smile