Best Fielding Poems

Villanelle : The Cricketer’s Hakka : « How’s Zaat ! »

Balls thud into pads bats gloves or whisk past batsmen
At bowler’s end or square leg...

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A Modern Cinquain


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Earth

Mono syllables are potent
But are best left  untouched
They call for a gargantuan grasp.

For this monumental  mono
Commonplace,though
With a contemporary spin, 
A monologue just wont...

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At the end of each summer day,
while laying there in my bed,
I placed a small transistor radio
under the pillow near my head.

Each night that the...

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Throwing
     Up

I throw up.

    Jumping
Rope

I jump rope.

    Walking 
Run

Let's walk and run.

Tattle-
   ...

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Wide World of Sports televises a political assassination
from San Marcos, a tiny Latin American nation.
When the president dies, a dictator comes into position.
He takes complete...

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Unquotable quotes (More Cricketing Jargon) – IV

A « wide » is a ball aimed by the bowler at some absent-  
   minded...

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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...

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Last season that ended in October
is now past, and something to remember.
The players are called the “boys of summer”
Here they reassemble in February’s winter.
Some of...

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Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism 
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending...

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I DON'T KNOW

By the village tree
Sat its simpatico kinsmen
Gathered under Solomon's shadow
Smoking pipe of tobacco leave
Telling tales of women
While waxing crafty willows
In their proclivity
To whine,...

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Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till...

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Baseball
competitive, athletic
watching, playing, following
single, double, triple, homerun
hitting, pitching, fielding
American, popular
summer
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Fielding Culver stepped off the west-bound train,
and gazed up on the towering Front Range,
it was a cool morn, eighteen sixty-nine,
he’d been sent out west, his...

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Soulmendilian
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

The fairy field in far away land has a mystery bounce in emerald hills 
Our  maiden Catherine is captive in a stadium.
O we...

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