Best Fielding Poems
A Modern Cinquain
~Baseball~
Sport
Fun, challenge
Swinging, running, fielding
Fantastic, afternoon, family, joy
Exhilarating
June 3, 2020
9am PST
Poem # 1,216
Categories:
fielding, america, baseball, family, fun,
Form:
Cinquain
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 control, and wants to subdue opposition.
Introducing Fielding Mellish: a product tester from New York.
This guy is sex-starved, and a completely nerdish dork.
Along comes a political activist who catches his fancy.
Wanting Fielding to sign her petition, her name is Nancy.
Mellish falls in love, and a relationship ensues.
Nancy changes her plans, and poor Fielding will lose.
Mellish decides to travel to that Latin American country.
There will be so many ridiculous situations we will see.
Are you curious to learn how this story will turn out?
Watch the video. You will find it entertaining without a doubt.
Based on the 1971 film "Bananas" starring Woody Allen
Categories:
fielding, film, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
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 do.
And without a twin,
Its original ware ,hard and soft ,
Ever a win-win
Holder of holocausts
Moulder of magnificence
Fairly fed on presaging gods
Fielding primordial fate
Flourishing and floundering
Female-male fecundity
Llipid life limpet like stuck
In non- finite lines, measured out
And treasured nonetheless
In miles and guiles,
Millennia and manias
Form: Freeverse
3 May 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For Giorgio's ' Impress me-5' contest.
Motif: Philosophical, old poem
Categories:
fielding, earth,
Form:
Free verse
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 Reds did play
I listened to the baseball game;
Joe Nuxhall did the play-by-play -
youngest player ever, adding to his fame.
They were the Big Red Machine;
often in first place;
Pete Rose knocking out another hit;
Dave Concepcion fielding with grace.
Ken Griffey - the father -
roaming the outfield grass;
George Foster hitting home runs;
Joe Morgan sprinting in a dash.
Tony Perez, so consistent;
Cesar Geronimo had the perfect name;
Johnny Bench squatted behind home plate,
catching another game.
Through my little transistor radio,
Marty Brennaman and Joe Nuxhall brought it all to life,
as the sun faded away to darkness
on those hot Ohio summer nights.
And at the end of every night,
Joe Nuxhall would sign off all alone,
saying, "This is the old lefthander rounding third,
and heading his way on home. "
Categories:
fielding, childhood, history, sportshome, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
Throwing
Up
I throw up.
Jumping
Rope
I jump rope.
Walking
Run
Let's walk and run.
Tattle-
Tale
You tattletale,
Bouncing
House
Bounce your house.
Gathering
Round
We gather round.
Firing
Pit
The fire pit...
Action
Figure
What action figure?
Nobody's
Nose
Nobody's nose, nobody nose—
Tackle
Football
Play football and tackle me.
Inline
Skating
Roller
Blading
Same-Thing(s)
Skate
Boarding
We skate board.
Different-Thing(s)
Tracking
Fielding
Track and field
Golf
Club
In a golf club...
Trailer
Park
House
Party
Same-Thing(s)
Living
Dying
Different-Thing(s)
Picture
Perfect
You're picture-perfect.
Lightning
Thunder
Booming
Crashing
and
Splashing
and
Slashing
Throwing
Up
I throw up.
Roller
Coaster
Ferris
Wheel
Are you for real?
Yes
Sir
Sir yes sir!
Dude
Man
Man
Dude
Dude man-man dude-dude man...
Man
Dude...
Please
Thanks
Say please and thanks.
Man
Dude
Rock
Roll
It's time to rock and roll.
Help
Me
Help
You
Thanking me
And thank you too,
For
Throwing
Up.
6/17/2017
Categories:
fielding, confusion, crazy, creation, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
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:
fielding, 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:
fielding, hilarious, humor, humorous, passion,
Form:
Epigram
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 and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering the five continents
And gathering of top-notch mental, physical and spiritual prowess
Extant with adroit prolific curved arabesques on one corner of the globe
That (like Noah with his Ark kit) human techno wizardry
Bedazzles viewers charting unparalleled feats
Whereby the human body defies the laws of physics and challenges gravity
Fielding a hypnotic colorful tapestry
Whereby the woof and warp of any melancholy moody blue, mellow yellow
Gunmetal green, roman a clef real time red doth white out
The dark knight, temporarily sequestered in a bishopric
Of faux queenly royalty, where a pawn
out the parapet of her castle keep
She imbibes requiem toward protesting the limits of *****sapiens
Inherent parameters, where fluid dynamics
of each most supreme contestant
Sans his/her specialized arena
Further the prior leg holds with free from arm-twisting head lock
And make a mockery of invisible manacles
Purportedly and formerly believed to tether man/woman kind
With unbreakable hidebound genetic/ chromosomal restraints
But nay to those who professed impossibility against the reins
Boxed and fenced in by bow rings set by Mother Nature
Well nigh obsolete and superfluous
What with evident burlesque stellar performances
Leaving the spectators starry eyed with collective mouths agape
As polished prominent performers blithely offset previous milestone
Setting a new yardstick to measure the Olympian capacity
That Heracles and Zeus would most likely deem
as some sort of magic trick
Yet lo, the sensational and majestic pageantry absolutely serious
Lying to rest what used to be merely amateur games
Whereby most any novice could coax a charade, façade, travesty et cetera
Without fear of getting flagged, but phenomenal exhibitors of today
Can nearly bank on netting a truckload of worldly wide wealth
Whereby a hand-made Scottish tartan Harris Tweed welcome mat
Ushers August men and exuding mettle and iron clad dedication
With pomp and circumstance into pantheon of future legends!
Categories:
fielding, adventure, america, appreciation, body,
Form:
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 them report to training in Florida.
The others are on the fields in Arizona.
Why are they here? What is the reason?
They are getting ready for another baseball season.
The veterans are scraping the off season rust.
Rookies want to make the club hoping it’s not a bust.
Hitting and fielding; it’s time to get loose.
Muscles ache after they have not been in use.
It is cold now, but it will soon be hot.
Now is the time to show what the players have got.
Categories:
fielding, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
Baseball
competitive, athletic
watching, playing, following
single, double, triple, homerun
hitting, pitching, fielding
American, popular
summer
Categories:
fielding, baseball, sports, summer,
Form:
Diamante
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, laugh and grieve
As their wrinkle weighs tittle tears
***********
Mothers chinwags
About their men prowess,
Bickering in breathe-like sound
As others cajole and buttress,
Some scalawag
Dressed in Judas gown
Posed like an actress
Took mouth to ears
Before two men - old good friends...
And they wrestled themselves to the ground
************
Their children plays peekaboo,
All lost in the glowing night,
Crickets chirping with silence
Dogs barking,
Women bickering,
Waxing men wrestling,
Kids playing,
The dark stage illumine
The lantern refereed -
Dimming in dramatic plight
**********
Red-capped chiefs
Staggered to the scene
The hubbub tot up glean
With all its facts,
Caused lovers to become strangers
And friends swore to be foes
Each tasting the sands
Pointing fingers
Up high and the dusty moon
Cooed the stars in one accord
*************
Later in the night
Aggrieved men seeks a brother
Cuz they couldn't sleep under their covers
As amity is lighter while Hatred weighs lead,
Fielding mothers
Longs for the warmth of peace
As carefree Children
Snores under their sheets
And before the co ck crows,
Pride were sheathed by fathers
With all agreeing
That they all live for others
Categories:
fielding, africa, brother, culture, family,
Form:
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 death do us part.
We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding
But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.
The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play
Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane
Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun
It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.
Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away
I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you
My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey
But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry
It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw
Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above
From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies
Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.
Categories:
fielding, adventure, anniversary, art, death,
Form:
I have no doubt that
soon it will be summer.
The daffodils have taken flight,
fire no more warms the night.
The rain has gone,
no need to run for cover.
Not long now ‘til summer,
blossoms on apple trees,
monarch butterflies and bumble bees,
garden buds a kaleidoscope in flower
with fruit upon vine and bower.
No need for winter clothes,
sore throats, chills, stuffy nose.
Children laugh, their face aglow,
(they’re in the know)
soon it will be summer.
I have a friend, we love cricket,
he bowls - I take wickets!
One ball left in the over,
a sweet drive through extra cover...
that’s when you know it’s summer.
We poke fun at each other,
who’s the best, he’s like a brother.
I never move my feet -
“your arm’s always bent, Skeet,”
but I think we can both agree
I ain’t Lara and you ain’t Hadlee.
Written: circa 1995
———
*Wicket refers to the dismissal
of a batsman.
*An over is made up of six balls
bowled by the bowler.
*A drive is a cricket shot.
*Extra cover is a fielding position.
*Skeet is my friend and opponent.
A legend in his own mind.
*Lara and Hadlee are famous
players from the past.
Categories:
fielding, change, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
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 come from overseas and over hills in agony panting faintly to rescue our bonny trophy Catherine.
My Captain Indonesia and I in full battle cry.
A brave mistake ..
There waits a snarling dragon at the crease we haste to stump his release.
Catherine O you lass of beauty locked up there high in a glass cage.
Precious wait on us.
The cricket weather is fine and this pitch we know.
We have the bark .. The team is armed ..
Soulmendilian my old cricket bat ..
Let us bat on hard
Don't let me down.
Let us fight back hard.
Their army wears black cap.
First in they fly us high with big six's and four's over all boundary's.
Captain Indonesia and I we will not give in.
Oy our fielding ready to stump their cocks ready for a catch or bowl.
The run-up is narrow and the loop is spun in air ..
The dragon and his bat is confused.
The bails yow fly atop the stumps his bat did not hit the big strike.
Eleven in eleven out they fill us out afterwards.
O Catherine trophy we came to fetch you and could not get you.
Yet we slayed the dragon.
Sure , sore and sorry we did not bat too many the six.
We battered amnesia and a wicked wicket.
Our souls are not mended.
And our ashes will be cremated.
Indonesia my captain and I.
Soulmendilian.. my cricket bat ..
It's time to retire.
Categories:
fielding, career, courage, crush, heartbroken,
Form:
ABC
Derek
Will you be able to bear it?
First weekend in May
And who the Yankees will play,
Bringing slugging Louisville woods
Tigers score if they could.
In the Bronx
Bombers get what they want.
While springtime proposes
A tradition featuring red roses.
In Kentucky, a Derby is always held.
Stories these four legged athletes do tell.
As three-year Olds
Being very bold
In weather no longer cold
Hanging in their stalls
Standing tall
Waiting for publicity and post time calls
Dreaming of a Seabiscuit run
When the mile dirt something is done
Everybody will be wondering who actually won.
Cheering having fun.
Applauding the one
Off to the winner circle celebrating in the warm bluegrass sun.
On the first
Your Marlins will have the thirst.
Using those bats
To physically challenge the politically hosted Nats
Retired Pinstripe General German American King George watching from heaven.
Monitoring the two-dollar betting
While conversing with Mr. Ruth
Getting the Highlander truth
And Mr. Martin will still stir the marinara sauce.
Screaming and yelling, “yeah yeah you are the boss.”
All this is summer entertaining.
Purpose is relaxing so who is complaining.
Good luck playing Donnie ball.
Fielding a civil warrior army whose names are not on any military memorial wall.
Instead, their remembrance could be in a record book.
Noticed if a fan decided to look.
As I end this seventh inning stretch
I do hear Cracker Jacks do make a nice afternoon mouthwatering catch.
Categories:
fielding, america, celebrity, horse, race,
Form:
Rhyme