Best Bunt Poems
Eagle light, I sun to you; through burning rainbows of the precious holy triangle, in the eyeful name of faith. Thanking you, for boldness, tameness,and firmness.
I choose to cloud strong in the stars of your perfections, with all righteousness.
I renounce the fold and toad spirit of fear.
I renounce lameness, coldness and excessive anxiety of king failure, and I storm up fame with your delicate power of iron blood.
Blind days, stray nights, and lost morning, mountain above humankind, changing their hearts into dead bats. But I choose to stay owl and wiser than the demon doves, that claw the world to death.
Even when my voice has sank, bone is bunt, and my spirit is crashing in the waves of the vultures.
You still refresh the train of my circle wonder and turned my illusion into a real vision and a rightful soul.
Now I am so higher than trees,
so orange and glow, and the rain of my blessing shower more than the delightful face of sown.
I wing and swing along with your sweat of test,
because In all things I face, your rod will always fight for me.
My eyes will always be opened with understanding and courage,because I am made golden and fruitfully amazed.
Thank you, for having your light into my sight and height.
Your gifts will always be my sun and blood, while downfall; will always run and flood.
Hooh...HaaaH!!!..so shall be!.
Categories:
bunt, devotionsun,
Form:
Epic
Jehovah of Armies
made a count one day
of all His weapons
keeping man at bay
of non leathal weapons
He gave the skunk his stink
and a little less harmless
the octopus' ink
sometimes more is needed
to get a point across
a little pain and fear
to impress a loss
soon there will be no doubt
about how they feel
if just once they touch
the electric eel
always beware of
little thing with wings
some may bite
and some may sting
one final warning
and one final note
a very harsh warning
is a bunt of a goat
but for those who are
less fearful
and bent on adventure
who challenges the snows
and suns of nature
to those that would climb
Gods invisible wall
shatter Gods ceiling
ignore Gods calls
for those who would face
the ultimate threat
the deadliest creatchers
man has ever met
Gods final judgement
more or less
escape from these creatures
the ultimate conquest
you've made it this far
dont stop now
how much more can you defy
Gods laws
you may escape the tigers claws
be just missed by hungry jaws
quick enough to avoid the cobras strike
smart enough not to challenge
the elephants might
witty enough to escape
the anaconda grip
be very careful not to slip
lucky enough to avoid all fangs
with venomous and vicious names
tempting not the bull
to gore
declairing never to stand behind
a mule once more
so far weve made it
still living and breathing
Jehovah of Armies
protecting and scheming
Categories:
bunt, allegorymay,
Form:
The first three pitches: just outside. Pitch four:
right at the knees - "Steerike!", the umpire calls.
I wait to get the pitch I'm hoping for…
The next toss: high and tight... a base on balls.
I take my lead. I check the signs and frown -
he throws, I dive, dirt in my eyes - the worst!
The batter squares to bunt and lays one down -
a gem! I slide, they throw him out at first.
I get a bigger lead at second base -
my 3rd base coach gives signs without a word.
My fingers twitch, the pitcher deals, I race
like Rickey sliding head first, I steal third.
Long fly - I tag and slide under the mitt…
we score the winning run without a hit!
// Hats off to Rickey Henderson, all-time stolen base leader. With home
runs dominating the sport today, I thought I'd go 'old school' and pay a
tribute to 'small ball' from days of yore. They call it 'manufacturing a run'
when a team can score without the benefit of a hit. Many thanks to
Gershon Wolf for challenging me to write my first baseball sonnet! //
written 18 Oct 2020
Categories:
bunt, baseball,
Form:
Sonnet
BASEBALL IS ENTERTAINMENT
I LOVE PUTTING ON A SHOW
I GIVE IT MY BEST WIND-UP
LET THAT BASEBALL GO
SOMETHING ABOUT A STRIKE-OUT
A FEELING THAT THINGS WENT WELL
UNLIKE THE HOMERUN PITCH
WHERE IT FEELS THEY RANG MY BELL
I CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE
TO FACE THE BIGGEST NAMES IN THE GAME
I BUILT THAT REPUTATION
I HOPE THEY FEEL THE SAME
I KNOW I GET A LITTLE WILD
BUT, I'VE BEEN WORKING ON CONTROL
NO INTENTION TO BREAK AN ARM
JUST TO LET YOU KNOW
IT'S LIKE ONE ON ONE
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
BUT IF YOU TRY TO BUNT ON ME
I'LL NAIL YOU ON THE SPOT
YES I HAVE A FASTBALL
NINETY-FIVE AND UP
I KNOW YOU KNOW IT'S COMING
SO GIVE IT YOUR BEST CUT
I'VE BEEN WORKING ON MY CURVEBALL
IT MIGHT JUST BACK YOU DOWN
CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE
TRY TAKE THAT PITCH DOWN TOWN
I LOVE MY JOB OUT ON THE MOUND
I LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL
I LOVE WHEN THE BATTER AT THE PLATE
CAN'T HIT MY BLAZING FASTBALL
I LOVE THE PLAYERS ON MY TEAM
WHO LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL
IT'S A THRILL WHEN BATTERS TAKE MY CHALLENGE
AND CAN'T STICK MY NASTY CURVEBALL
Categories:
bunt, adventure, baseball, dedication, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
THEY SAY YOU ARE THE K-KING
I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD
SOMEONE SAID YOUR FASTBALL
WAS THE BEST HE EVER HEARD
THEY SAY YOU HAVE A FASTBALL
THE FASTEST OF THEM ALL
SHOW ME YOUR BEST FASTBALL
I'LL DRIVE IT OFF THE WALL
THEY SAY YOU HAVE A NASTY CURVE
ENOUGH TO BACK'EM DOWN
SHOW ME YOUR BEST NASTY CURVE
I'LL TAKE THAT PITCH DOWN-TOWN
THEY SAY YOU HAVE A CHANGE-UP
THAT LEAVES THEM WAY OUT FRONT
SHOW ME YOUR BEST CHANGE-UP
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO BUNT
THEN I STEPPED UP TO THE PLATE
I HEARD THE UMP CALL STRIKE
I DUG IN JUST A LITTLE MORE
THAT CURVEBALL TOOK A BITE
I WAITED ON THAT CHANGE-UP
YET SURE ENOUGH THEY'RE RIGHT
I TURNED AROUND TO FACE THE UMP
HE JUST SMILED AND SAID GOOD NITE
I BELIEVE YOU ARE THE K-KING
YOU'RE THE BEST I'VE EVER SEEN
YOU DESERVE TO BE BASEBALL'S
ALL-TIME STRIKE OUT KING
Michael E. Harris
Categories:
bunt, people, poems, tribute,
Form:
Epic
Horn Baseball and Football Haiku
Took a swing or two
At a baseball that I do
Always love so true.
Out what I have found
Bat hits baseball on the ground
Love to hear its sound.
Then I must admit
After landing in my mitt
Playing could not quit.
A time once upon
After hitting a homerun
We again had won.
Who would pull a stunt
When I had wanted to bunt
Instead I did punt.
I found that football
Was one I loved best of all
When down it does fall.
In receiver's hands
Meeting all of the game plans
Pleasing to the fans.
What is greatest goal
Is to be in Super Bowl
This I have been told.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Wouldn't you know it
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
bunt, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
laying down a bunt
runner at third coming home
close play at the plate
Categories:
bunt, baseball,
Form:
Haiku
I HAVE TO GET SOME EARLY SLEEP
FOR TOMORROWS GAME
I HAVE TO FACE THAT NOLAN RYAN
HE THROWS SMOKE AND FLAME
YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION
RYAN DON'T MESS AROUND
HE'S BEEN KNOWN TO STRIKE ME OUT
WHEN HE'S ON THE MOUND
HE HAS A FLAMING FASTBALL
YET I CAN GET AROUND
IF HE LEAVES IT UP A BIT
I'LL TAKE THAT PITCH DOWNTOWN
HE HAS A BIG ADVANTAGE
A WICKED BREAKING BALL
I'VE SEEN SO MANY STAND THERE
BAFFLED BY THE CALL
IT TRULY IS A BEAUTY
THE WAY IT SWEEPS ACROSS THE PLATE
SOMETHING LIKE HIS FASTBALL
YOU SWING AND ITS TOO LATE
OPPOSITE WITH HIS CHANGE-UP
YOU'LL BE WAY OUT FRONT
IF YOU WANT TO PISS HIM OFF
GO AHEAD AND BUNT
I KNOW I'M REGGIE JACKSON
NOLAN RYAN IS THE MAN
TRY TO KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN
MAKE CONTACT IF YOU CAN
JULY 13,1979 REGGIE JACKSON BROKE UP A NOLAN RYAN NO HITTER, 2 OUTS BOTTOM OF THE NINTH
Categories:
bunt, america, baseball, dedication, history,
Form:
Free verse
Die Rose,
die im Stillen mir schon blühte,
vertrocknet war sie schnell im Morgenlicht.
Und auch ihr Duft,
verging zu schnell,
Wie kurz geträumter Traum,
der leicht zerbricht.
Wo dürre Zweige
sich verworren zeigen,
im Dickicht,
hinter frischem Grün,
zeigen sich Blüten bunt
im Farbenreigen,
bevor sie schnell
im Sommerlicht verblühn.
Die Rose,
die ich meine,
sie blühte nur für mich alleine,
im warmen Sommerwind.
Doch blühte sie vielleicht auch nur
zum Scheine,
um mir zu zeigen
wie die Zeit verrinnt.
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The rose,
which flowered sectetly for me,
had dried up fast in early morning light.
And hence its scent,
which did not last
had passed too fast,
Like dreams too briefly dreamed
and easy break at last
Dry branches twisted
in the thicket tight,
behind fresh green,
and brightly painted blossoms show
a coloured round dance,
yet be seen
before they quickly wilter
in summer's glooming light
The rose,
I mean,
blossomed only for me,
in this warm summer wind.
But also might have bloomed pretenced.
And nothing more for me to say,
how quickly time trickles away.
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La rosa
que floreció secreto para mí,
secó tan ágil en la luz de la mañana.
Y su aroma pasó rápido,
como un sueño poco soñado
que quebra muy ligero
Donde ramas secas
muestren confusión
del matorral
detrás de verde fresco,
aparecen flores colorados
en colorido baile de la ilusión
antes que marchitan
en la veraniego luz
La rosa,
de que hablo,
floreció sólo para mí,
en el viento caliente del verano.
Pero floreció tal vez de farsa,
para mostrarme sólo así,
cómo tan rápido el tiempo pasa
Categories:
bunt, inspirational
Form:
Verse
bunt down third base line
runner on third sliding home
close play at the plate
Categories:
bunt, baseball,
Form:
Senryu
(Continued from Double Play - Part 1)
With glove on knee and fingered stitch the pitcher was so ready
He threw the ball at Casey who like a rock was steady
Casey thought he’d fool them all and moved his bat to bunt
The prayers were truly needed, it was a foolish stunt
“Horse-feathers” screamed the stricken folk, all in unison
While the jaw dropped players on the bases just plain forgot to run
The catcher’s foot stomped the plate then he shot the ball to third
Time it froze, amidst the gasps “You’re out” “You’re out” was heard
Casey dropped the bat, and stormed the path to first
As stricken fans downed a beer this time it wasn’t thirst
Casey knew he could atone for yesterday’s black sin
If he beat the ball to the bag so he ran the race to win
Neither printed word or young of mind recorded the winner’s name
All we know is Ernie’s words live in the hall of fame
And on that day, before the bleachers and ‘twix the powdered lime
Mustached players with ball and bat gave birth to our pastime
Categories:
bunt, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
In baseball, a player may bunt
In football, a player may punt
But in bedroom sports
A lady cavorts
In a frantic search for a runt
Categories:
bunt, funny, lust, sports,
Form:
Limerick
Jack Ruby ...
(newbie)
boob tubie stoogie
step up and bunt, sir
that's an affront, sir, to all the
manic panic room ragers
bouncing their pagers off eyes-in-the-sky
hollow-point queries, thus ...
conspiracy theories
swept under the thug-rug like dust
shaking the pillars, grand homes of white
retrieving a tossed stick
bleeding and caustic for that egg-shaped room
a Camelot doomed by Big Daddy's greed
(oh that corn-mash weed)
and dear sister's need
freed by the slip of a scalpel, not so helpful
after all ...
gun-to-gun-to-steel-to-matter, (gray)
one sweet mad-hatter
to carry those numberless sins
their sticky grins
and one soft, tender chin ... so dear, so dear
covered in drool
the featureless fool left to rot
(please hold her gnarled-knuckle hand ...
... just a while - oh please - for the sake of dreams!)
still... karma wrought its due
and castles crumbled ...
though her heart could no longer
care.
Ruby, Jack ...
fade to black.
Categories:
bunt, america, history, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
She was the type who dressed only in darks,
a ‘non-conformist’ teen who bathed in snark,
in black lipstick her smile did hide,
row of piercings ran above her eyes.
Her family came in October to my inn,
a bed-and-breakfast in a Victorian,
early fall I made it over into
a classic Gothic house, for a scare of two.
It was a lot of fun, so said our guests,
the town said my Haunted House was the best,
but as the goth walked in, looked from her phone,
she rolled her eyes hard and let out a groan.
She went to my mummy, Ammon-Hotap,
said,”How much toilet paper went into that?”
Seeing my Dracula, she laughed and proclaimed:
“He’s been done to death, so tired and tame.”
My bell-hop dressed himself as Wolf-man,
with the family’s baggage, he gave a hand,
she went up to him as he was working,
said,”Dude, for your sake, the big box is hiring.”
I bit back a strong urge to choke the runt,
or call her a bad name that rhymed with ‘bunt,’
so I faked a smile, went to help too,
said,”Right this way folks, I’ll show you your rooms.”
After I had the parents settled in,
I asked the goth girl,”Do you need anything?”
She gave me a look, said,”Before you go,
I need the WiFi password, for my phone.”
I shrugged and said,”We won’t have internet.”
And she let out a shriek that awoke the dead!
Never before had I heard such a scream,
it was probably heard by half the county.
All the ghosts and goblins did not do the trick,
but you take the gadgets, it gets scary quick.
I guess next year I’ll have to change the display,
to reflect what terrifies the kids these days.
Categories:
bunt, fun, gothic, halloween, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
She dallies on my doorstep;
paying a visit again
Wearisome worry waits
until I let her come in.
I don’t see her at first
when she knocks at the door;
but the perfume of infamous insanity
pummels me to the floor.
She steps right into me;
no concern for my well-being;
rushes me up the stairs;
what can she be seeing?
I follow the odor
like a hound on the hunt
What disaster awaits?
Will I manage the bunt?
She sits majestically
having made herself at home;
gnawing at my guts,
a dog with her favorite bone.
“You’re not welcome here,” I say.
“It’s time for you to leave.”
She laughs liquid and loud.
Gazing into my eyes
as she sucks on my beliefs.
Categories:
bunt, life, me,
Form:
Alliteration