Best Fielder Poems
He was known as Joltin John
With his baseball bat and his cap upon
He played the game with vigour and speed
Many a supporter said he was all that they need
Was born Guiseppe Paolo DiMaggio number eight child
Lived in America for his eighty four years 'til he died
Played as centre fielder during all his career
With the New York Yankees, who he held dear
Described by some as an uncaring brute
Responsible for Marilyn Monroe sliding into disrepute
With sedatives and such by dominating her so much
Controlling her career to stop her kissing men and such
He craved the limelight just for himself
Yet disliked Marilyn doing the same herself
Yet on the field he was no freak
Known for his 56 game hitting streak
Was MVP winner three times with determination
An all star in each of his thirteen seasons
You will find him in the baseball hall of fame
Look closely you will see his name
Was voted as sports living legend of all time
Was the baseball centennial year of nineteen sixty nine
His first wife was Dorothy Arnold an extra on the film
in which his minor role endured her to him
Married for just five years a son was born
Carries the name of Joseph John
In later years after the Arthur a Miller charade
DiMaggio rescued her from the tormented life she had
Would sit and read poetry on their latter years
Finding a Contentment that slated all fears
So this man had his bad points and good
Needed to reach his soul to be understood
Deep down inside he loved Marilyn for sure
This we will never find out, cos he is no more
He stands alone high in his baseball we surely know that
As a father and husband on his nose he fell flat
.
Remember when we see these idols it's all outer skin
We will never ever know what they are thinking within.
penned 20/4/2015
Categories:
fielder, baseball,
Form:
Couplet
OWSZAT
The match was slow and boring
The runs were far between,
And an air of dreamy somnolence
Hung o’er the village green.
Then out from the pavilion
A handsome figure ran.
The crowd sat up, paid notice,
A loud applause began.
The stranger sprinted round the pitch
Disrupting all the match,
The fielder halted in his stride
And dropped an easy catch.
The umpire tried to intervene
His finger raised in protest,
The streaker slipped beneath his guard,
It really was no contest.
The team stood up and egged him on
And cheered as he gained speed,
It was a very daring act
They one and all agreed.
But when his little dangly bits
Removed the Home Team’s wicket,
A cry went roaring round the ground
“Egad Sir – that’s not cricket!”
Categories:
fielder, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
THE PITCHER SHAKES OFF ANOTHER SIGN.
I START TO WONDER WHATS ON HIS MIND.
WITH SWEAT RUNNING OFF MY BROW,
I NEED A HIT AND I NEED IT NOW.
BASES LOADED WE'RE DOWN BY THREE.
THE GAMES OUTCOME DEPENDS ON ME.
THE CATCHER RUNS OUT TO THE PITCHERS MOUND.
THEY NEED ME TO HIT IT ON THE GROUND.
I CHECK THE DUGOUT, THEY'RE ALL ON EDGE.
THE INFIELD DEFENSE FORMS A WEDGE.
I STEP BACK IN THE BATTERS BOX.
A FAN SHOUTS OUT, IT'S TIME TO ROCK!
THE TENSION'S THICK AND STARTS TO MOUNT,
BASES LOADED WITH A 3-2 COUNT.
THE PITCHER NOD'S TO CONFIRM THE SIGN.
THEN HE GO'S INTO HIS WIND.
IT'S A FASTBALL, IT LOOKS FAT.
I MAKE CONTACT WITH MY BAT.
CENTER FIELDER STARTS RUNNING BACK.
NOW HE'S ON THE WARNING TRACK.
HE LOOKS UP, IT'S OUTA HERE.
THE CROWD ERUPTS AND START TO CHEER.
ALL MY TEAM MATES SWARM HOME PLATE.
THIS IS WHAT MAKES BASEBALL GREAT.
Categories:
fielder, adventure, baseball, celebration, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse
He hit it high, he hit it far
Up, up into the blue it went
Bottom of the ninth and tied
A run would be heaven sent
Back to the wall the fielder sped
He jumped as high as he could
Did he catch it or not, it’s up to you
Now decide, if in my shoes you stood……
1/12/16
Categories:
fielder, baseball, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
Northside of Chi-Town is full of emotion.
In the ‘45 Series Cubs and Tigers are battling.
Sianis buys two tickets to show his devotion.
Is booted ‘cause his billy goat won’t stop bahbling.
He curses the Cubbies and causes a commotion.
But spring is rooted in fans' love and devotion
Like lush, green, yellow, crimson, ivy will never
Stop growing. Year after year fans fear
Hearts will shatter but remain forever
Faithful chanting “Wait ‘til next year!”
Generations grow up cheering with great emotion.
Generations grow old enduring gut-wrenching loss
Bleeding among Lovable Losers time
And again, but no Cubbie faithful dares cross
To the Southside—it’d be a traitorous crime.
In 2003, faithful fans’ love and devotion
Promises fruition as Dusty Baker
Arrives Northside heralded as the Cubs’ savior.
But NLCS Game 6 at Wrigley is a heartbreaker.
Cubs need five outs but collide with a traitor.
Steve Bartman’s still in hiding; his name elicits emotion.
Castillo’s bat aims grenade over foul territory.
Cubs’ fielder Alou springs towards the heavens to snatch
But when feet touch dirt Cubs land in purgatory.
Faithful gasp: Curse of the Billy Goat sets a rematch.
Since that fateful day in ‘45 exploding with emotion
Wrigley hasn’t seen another World Series.
Since Bartman's affair in 2003, Cubs haven’t won
A playoff series. But Billygoat yaks to Mrs. O’Leary’s
Ol’ Cow an’ scoffs at the new scapegoat’s unearned run.
In 2011, after 91-losses, Ricketts proves his devotion
Adding the sabermetrics guru who now values emotions.
Epstein arrives at Northside championing human connections
Rebuilds Cubs’ roster with players who reverse the motion
108-years and character solves equation for a winners’ resurrection.
Hearts ripping open is a crushing emotion
But fans never stopped believin' in near
Foreseeable future ‘cause they’re loyal
Lovers and nothin’s as good as baseball ‘n’ beer
At Wrigley for 81 games on your own home soil.
Categories:
fielder, america, angst, baseball, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember the Bull
Greg Luzinski left fielder
pride of the Phillies
Categories:
fielder, baseball,
Form:
Haiku
It was the 7th inning and the game was tied
The home team fans were filled with pride
The pitch comes in, the batter swings
A miss, a strike, to their feet the fans now spring
The second pitch comes in quite fast
A swing, a miss, strike two is cast
The fans are cheering on their team
The third ball needs to be supreme
The crowd grows silent as the pitch is thrown
A swing, a hit, the fans now groan
It looks like it will be a home run
But the fielder jumps, and catches that one!
They then went on to win the game
The outfielder, a hero he became
Joseph May
12/15/15
Categories:
fielder, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
baseball
first pitch
ball one
second
curves left
corner
of plate
strike one
deep sigh
third swing
connects
tall can
of corn
fielder
shades eyes
catch made
on deck
strides plate
pitcher
winds up
whizzes
past him
swings bat
menace
gets pitch
connects
home run
circle
bases
hero
crowd cheers!
Categories:
fielder, appreciation, baseball, culture, games,
Form:
Footle
Kumbaya my Lord
my favorite prayer
when I was a boy
always eased my soul
in times of troubles
young adulthood
my love of sports
kept me going
a fan of Yaz
left fielder
of Red Sox
many years
today
happy
smile
Categories:
fielder, baseball, childhood,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
The players take the field
Pitchers and catchers warm up
Pre-game practice is underway
The coaches and umpires discuss the rules
The coaches shake hands and walk away;
The home-plate umpire yells "let's play ball"
The game is underway.
The pitcher takes the pitching mound
Kicking and digging his cleats into the ground
The catcher sits behind home-plate
That fast ball he anxiously awaits.
A few practice pitches back and forth
Just pitcher and catcher;
The team is ready despite the weather
It really doesn't matter,
The umpire calls for the first batter.
Up to the plate the batter steps
Into his batting stance he's set
The pitcher throws an energetic curve ball
The batter swings at the ball
He misses;
"Stike One" the umpire yells
Deeper the batter digs into the ground
The batter swings at the next ball that flies from the mound.
Crack!
The 80mph fast ball flies deep into center field
The outfielder runs to make the out
Fielding the ball;
The center fielder dives,
The batter is out.
The game is just about done
The home team is down by just one run
Desginated hitter steps up to bat
Putting on a helmet and removing his hat,
He steps up to the plate
Digging his cleats deep into the ground
Standing close to the plate.
Here comes the final pitch
A knuckle ball with a slight twist
Oh no, it's beginning to mist
The batter swings following through to the ball
The bases are loaded
The crowd is going wild
Contact, a high-fly ball;
It's going, going, gone
A grand slam!
The home team has won.
The teams line up
Sportsmen-like they shake hands
A job well done
Gatorade to re-quench their thirst
Our team has moved into first.
The coach says "Ok boys, take a knee",
"It's time to announce todays MVP".
To the batting cages we go
Even if our parents say "no"
The coach sits back and says "Let's go!"
This is the story of a baseball player's legacy.
Categories:
fielder, children, people, sports, home,
Form:
Unquotable quotes (More Cricketing Jargon) – IV
A « wide » is a ball aimed by the bowler at some absent-
minded fielder.
The « silly-point » is the fielding position so close to the
batsman that the captain forces his rival to occupy at
the risk of receiving balls on the head, solar plexus
and balls hit at over 300 m.p.h.
An « inswinger » is a bowled ball which changes course
in mid-air and gets round the batsman to nick the
bails.
An « outswinger » is a bowled ball which the batsman
thought he connected for a six but which merely
nicked his bat to reach the safe first-slip’s hands.
A « run-out » is given when batsmen running between
wickets wish to get back to the pavillion in a hurry.
To get « one’s eyes in » is to see cricket balls the size of
foot-balls.
A « partnership » in batting occurs when one batsman
does all the stroke-playing while the other hurls abuse
and advise on him.
The « night-watchmen » are batsmen sent in with
blankets to keep the pitch warm at the end of the day.
The « opening batsmen » always take their own sweet
time between the pavillion until their crease rituals.
The « one down » is the batsman who makes the ground
look like an empty billiard table.
The « top scorer » is not the cousin of the official scorer.
« Clean bowled » happens when the batsman is looking
at a blonde in the pavillion.
« Hit wicket » usually occurs when tall batsmen choose
long-handle bats for their centuries.
« Leather-hunt » takes place when one ball takes to
visiting all corners of the field in quick succession.
A century or two could very well take just half-a-day
these days.
The « hat-trick » always occurs when the umpire is
dozing after lunch.
« Good shot » means no one has dared put a hand out to
stop the ball.
« Medium-paced bowlers » are fast bowlers who have
been hit once too often out of the ground.
The « leg pull » always catches the leg and mid-field
talking to one another.
The last batsman always takes a wild swing at the first
ball in the hope that it would land on the captain’s
head.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
fielder, hilarious, humor, humorous, passion,
Form:
Epigram
Spring has sprung, the fields have turned green;
He walks to the sunshine and stands on his dream;
He grew up in fields of brown earth and sweet hay;
But the ones he loved best were the fields made for play.
He thinks of his dad out driving his Deere;
He whispers, “Mom I love you, wish you were here.”
He salutes for his brother in a land far away,
Protecting our freedom, his hero in every way;
The butterfly’s grab him in the pit of his being;
It’s really sublime all these sights he is seeing;
He’s wished for this day from five years old;
He turns where he’s at, as the moment unfolds.
Looking up at the flag, waving in the breeze,
His mind wonders back to the fields of Albert Lea.
Never a happier day in the sun,
Then when the crops were all in and the game it was won.
Like cows to the barn the crowd ambles in.
Slowly the din rises as a crescendo begins.
Calmed by the noise and the business at hand,
He loosens his body, focusing his mind on the plan.
There’s banter and chatter, then a teammate to call,
“Hey! Let’s play catch, you got a ball?”
Soon he is limbered up loose, and ready to go;
A sprint to the steps and into the dugout below;
He paces the floor, awaiting the call;
Then the voice on the P.A. welcomes them all.
Leading off the left fielder Harding Clay! Leftfielder Clay echo’s away;
Harding, what a name, though it sounded just great to him today.
He removes his cap and faces the flag;
The anthem rings out in tones bright and glad;
It happens each time and he’s not sure why;
He can’t make it through without tears in his eye.
The awesomeness of it all envelopes his soul;
He silences the noise, regaining control;
The great race to become the champions of Fall;
Begins with the two sweetest words he’ll recall;
Play Ball!
August 13, 2019
Categories:
fielder, autumn, baseball, emotions, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a ballplayer named "Ron",
I would always run home to watch him on television.
He batted fourth and played the third base spot,
That's the corner they always called "Hot".
As a power hitter and great fielder he stayed,
Fifteen years in the big leagues he played.
An "All Star" player many times over,
Because he was a perennial "Gold Glover".
He wore the number 10 on his uniform,
But his emotions for his team on his sleeve were worn.
Ron Santo was this player's name,
He should be in baseball's "Hall of Fame".
He was tenacious about his life's view,
Ever positive, as he fought Diabetes and Cancer too.
I had the good fortune to meet the man,
And listened to his story of the "Black Cat"....SCRAM!!!
He raised awareness and millions for JDRF,
Gone now to the ages, this his legacy would be left.
One thing that all of you should know,
Wherever he went, he put on a great show.
On a "Field of Dreams" he now will play,
Where he can click his heels every day.
Swollen with tears now our red eyes we rub,
At the endearing loss of "This Old Cub".
We'll miss his radio groans, his sighs, and his laughter too,
Because like us, his veins ran only with "Cubbie Blue".
Categories:
fielder, death, dedication, loss, sad,
Form:
Couplet
Bottom of the ninth and we’re down
by two, let’s just see what our team can do.
Here we go ladies and gentlemen,
can our team comeback and win.
Our leadoff batter is up at the plate,
I must say he has been hitting great.
He’s got the sign and here's the pitch,
it’s thrown down in the ditch.
So we have one ball and no strikes,
low and away is what he likes.
Here’s pitch number two,
what will the anxious batter do.
He swings his mighty bat,
deep to centerfield is where it’s at.
Quickly he rounds first base,
while to the ball the fielder does race.
Safely at third our guy does rest,
now all we can do is hope for the best.
Trying to control the quivers,
he winds up and delivers.
His sinker dropped like lead,
but is popped over the shortstop’s head.
The hitter arrives safely at first,
now here is a batter well versed.
So we see a fastball is thrown,
a big mistake he should have known.
The ball is up and going deep,
possibly a souvenir for someone to keep.
It is way back and out of here,
every fan begins to cheer.
Our team went on the attack,
and despite the odds have came back.
Looks like the game is done,
for in the bottom of the ninth we won.
Categories:
fielder, adventure, funny, imagination, people,
Form:
Rhyme
when it comes to baseball
there was one team that we shall
remember from it's past
it's the nineteen twenty seven
N.Y Yankees
amidst this legendary collection
you shall find the hotest team
that ever played baseball
starting with their owner Jacob Ruppert
followed by his general manager Ed Burrow
not to mention the players
starting At first base was Lou Gehrig
rounding second was Tony Lazzeri playing
shortstop was Mark Koenig and
heading for third was Joe Dugan and
at home plate was their catcher Pat Collins
And in the Yankee outfield were right fielder
Babe Ruth center fielder Earl Combs and
left fielder was Bob Meusel
Now let me introduce you to some of their starting pitchers
we have Wait Hoyt or you may like to see in
Herb Pennock or even maybe George Pipgras
and if thats not good enought then they had
Dutch Ruether and Urban Schocker and don't forget
about the releif pitchers Myles Thomas and Bob Shawkey
along with Joe Giard and Walter Beall while
closing their games with Wiley Moore
As one Washington Senator named Joe Judge said
when they got tromped 21-1 in their game
was these fellows not only beat you
but they tear your heart out
So From the chilling mocking Murder's Row
of the dead ball era comes to you a great
team of players that is now safe at home
In Memory Of The 1927 Yankee's
May You All Be
Angels In The Outfield
Also Entry To Matt Caliri's
On Baseball Contest
Categories:
fielder, adventure, childhood, dedication, education,
Form:
Free verse