Best Batting Poems
Clean uniforms all lined up
One set on each side.
Two flags- state and country-
Salute from across the field.
Swing, swing, swing again
And a thick clink,
Everything moves at once.
The ball- outfield, second base,
First base, third,
Shortstop and then the mound.
Is he out?
You bet, tagged at first.
Good boy.
Batter up, tap tap tap on the ground,
Swing around to ready.
Swing, swing, swing again
And again and again.
That's three, my boy, you're out.
Change sides.
Ted liked to ride the rodeo,
it made him feel alive inside,
but he never had that much luck
taking bulls on eight-second rides.
He wanted to reign like his friends,
take home some of the prize money,
so he doubled-down and he placed,
made the top three regularly.
Still, he did not top the rankings,
dnd he was not so pleased with that,
until the day a small cowboy
came to ask for Ted’s autograph.
Stunned at the sheer admiration
in the eyes of that tyke tow-head,
Ted supposed that he should be glad,
not many men bat .300.
Pedro had a gift for making sales,
he could sell sand to desert states,
was going for a big bonus,
the money he could almost taste.
But it went to a co-worker,
who had notched up just two more sales,
Pedro went home in a foul mood,
to his girlfriend, and he railed.
Until he heard a phone message,
fe brother Juan had been let go
from his baseline clerical job,
he he’d survive, he didn’t know.
Juan had barely made thirty K,
so Pedro could no longer see red,
and thanked God he still had the chance
to go out and hit .300.
Chen was said to be the smartest
person in all of his high school,
the kind of knowledge that made all
of his teachers appear to be fools.
At the Physics Olympiad
he thought he’d be regional best,
but Chen’s ego was smashed that day,
he only came in second-best.
You have to see a geek enraged
to appreciated it fully,
then getting fast-food driving home,
Chen ran into his old bully!
The job had truly beaten him down,
and later when Chen went to bed,
he felt quite thankful that his mind
was able to bat .300...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
On the floor
No more
Going through every door
Up the ladder
Here, batter batter
Home run in every matter
Walk the beam
Never give lean
Make life seem
...real
On the slab
Cold steel stab
To release the grab
Yielded still
Nothing left to feel
Resurrection seal
Up from the grave
Living out the save
Giving what LOVE gave
...life
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-17-2023
...Sophia was a novelist,
and her first book, a surprise smash.
she rubbed elbows with litearti,
had pretensions to be high class.
They praised her novel so, so much,
even called her the next Bronte,
Sophia started to believe it,
said her next book would blow them away.
That next book was hyped to extreme,
but landed with a resounding thud,
three years of hard work, nobody cared,
critics yawned, and sales were a dud.
Sophia never wrote again,
from the literary field she fled,
forgetting that just one hit book
for writers is batting .300.
Dante was a great switch-hitter,
snd destined for the Hall of Fame,
he had the talent, skill, and drive,
and best of all, love of the game.
But he just couldn’t hit knucklers,
the ball’s movement as obscene,
and when he struck out in the ninth,
ne felt he’d let down the whole team.
Never the type to throw a bat,
though his disappointment was clear,
Dante hated when he struck out,
there was a pennant race this year!
But he bit back all that anger,
because he knew just where it led,
the best who’d every played the game
still only batted .300.
Dilbar jani ao cricket khailain
Mein karun balling tum batting
Har ball pay chaka maarna
Har ball pay out hona
Har ball pay tum haarna
Dilbar jani ao cricket khailain
Mein karun balling tum batting
Yara mara kar lo setting.
Note.Setting is the key to bond.
Lesson.Humility is must.