Best Foul Ball Poems
To see the game, you have to plan
It takes some time you see
This is for all the die-hard fans
You'll need a strategy
To stand in line for baseball
Can be a timely task
You first must get the tickets
To clear your way to pass
Excitement now before the game
Which section are you in?
The dugout group or foul ball side
Row 5, seats 9 and 10
Concession stands are all around
Decide which should be first
Tee shirts and hats or hot dogs
You'll have to quench your thirst
Now don't forget the plans you made
Cause folks are filled with glee
You'll drink your beer, your coke and sprite
But then you'll have to pee
Another line to wait in
The porta potties blue
Don't get distracted from your plan
They'll jump in front of you
Oh Wow! Another "homer"
My team is going to win
Can't wait for seventh inning stretch
I have to pee again
Great game it was they played today
Our team is now the star
We're tired but we have to go
It's time to find the car
What are we to ourselves
lingo sought
scapegoats of our own identity
lost within the trials
of times temptations sought ~
to ne'er find struggle
we assail our own belief
and brashly condemn the world
for having the same frailty!
What are we ~
but children of contempt
for ourselves, for the intrusion
of someone else, who calmly
professes our identity
as if catching a foul ball in a park
left insidiously clean
by youth who gather there willingly
before the world has brought
their realness to themselves
Who are We!
but condemners of the wrath
that we feel for ourselves,
for the mistakes that led us to believe
the world had no choice, but to condemn us . . .
A child of virtue, when the world looked forward
and wars were fought for a decent outcome,
and not the perennial ideal of fighting for wars
to happen, to prove we had strength, and justice!
Who are we ~ now
while we are aging, and the memories are the same
as the ones of childhood, when we hurt ourselves
wondering, if we were worth the time to dream . . and love!
Who are We!!
Following rules, we learned as kids,do you remember?
Do not take another's pencil, it is a sin, nor their precious toys
nor dimes to in your pockets, put in,
What allows us now, to steal with such giddy, sin-filled ploy?
Whether be it a car-jacking or a despicable looting done on camera
with grimacing, hideous joy?
Most of us are not thieves, and raise heck at plagiarists!
But things now escaped in adults as crooks as forgers or "fraud-sters anonymous."
The simple truth is that things taken, display a huge lack of integrity,
And simply fail, with their lack of character and bald- faced chicanery.
Play up front and honest is my call.
Pretend you made a home-run,when in fact, all you had was a foul ball?
Winners fulfill promises, losers on their faces will fall.
Cheating wins no games in life, that's a big loser's call.
1-5-2021
8am PST
Dedicated to Maria, my daughter, a woman of ethics and
elected to office legally. Thank you. It was a hard road but
you made a difference for the good~ in many!
Wow~ a woman of integrity. Without that, nothing works.
Love, Mom
Striekouts
On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Teammates
Batting Average
Averages
Leadership
Love for the game
Swing of the bat, contests
Fielders’ gloves, ball in motion,
Run, slide, throw - called safe!
Innings are by turns,
Dramatic or biding, boxscores
Revealing who’s up.
Catching foul ball strays,
Or in bleachers just catch rays,
Fans cheer, hoot and wave!
Hear “Smack!” a hit!
Vendors warble, “Peanuts and beer!”
Star spangled banner.
If you come early,
Ask for heros’ autographs,
Snap players’ faces.
Distance ‘tween bases,
Had to be divinely ordained,
Perfecting the game!
Whether the home team ,
Overcomes temporary calamity,
Makes or breaks dreams!
© Chaim Wilson
When my Mom told me I was so glad
Going on a train Ride with Davy and his Dad
I was so excited when the day finally came
Leaving for Connie Mack Stadium and a baseball game
At the Tamaqua station boarding one of the cars
On my way to see some of my favorite stars
The day was special like a magic dream
I had saved some money for a picture of the team
We had hot dogs and sodas and cheered for the Phils
A foul ball dropping near us was one of the thrills
We knew all the ball players by number and name
Someday Richie and Robin would be in the Hall of Fame
Though years have passed, I still remember that day
With Davy and his Dad, watching the Phillies play
Just enjoying life, not knowing what's in store
I lost my friend Davy in the Vietnam War.
It was another River Sharks game as we've done before
Things pretty much the same in walking through the door
Just a very lite crowd as you could sit wherever you want
Place never really got loud except after the mascot's stunt
Yeah, we were regulars been there and we've all done that
We seen our share of errors as there my son and I had sat
When a foul ball came upon this day right to his very seat
As two twins made their way but then turning in sad defeat
Offering the two the ball, my son said, "here you can have it"
So cute and not that tall the little pair were shocked quiet a bit
Slowly taking it from his hand then running back to their seat
I just thought that it was grand in my son doing such a feat
Then over came an attendant saying they saw what he had done
In the message he had sent they did something special for my son
So when the next bat broke then that player had signed his name
This is the gift of which he spoke that made it such a special game
Now among all my memorabilia that broken bat shines!
Kids shout,
“School’s out!”
So soon,
it’s June.
July,
temp’s high.
Kids play
all day.
Ump’s call:
“Foul ball.”
Grass grows.
Dad mows.
Sun’s hot.
Pool’s not.
Rest time,
sublime
Mom’s made
Kool-Aid
Childhood,
so good
June 1, 2022
entered in a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest Placed 6th
A baseball game is fun to watch and cheer
For nine innings are spectators all geared
Pitchers and batters, runners and fielders
Excitement uncontained as umpires yell there
Batter up is the sound pitcher to the mound
The hindcatcher yells the batter Now!
As the batter swings the crack is heard
Foul ball is the umpires voice and final word
Two strikes and three balls while the batter eyes all
The pitch is thrown as the batter swings tall
April 21 2016
You say " I can't imagine how you get so bad, bro"
"Pocket aces aint all that bad, yo"
but when we're talkin' about aces
Yeah, I was dealt a good hand
but all that flops are are straight faces
and I just ain't feelin' it, man
Sometimes I feel like a foul ball
That just looked like a fly
I'm all like "just pool yourself together"
You gotta keep livin'
Even when you're livin' a lie
Oops
Laughing
A foul ball
You run to first
Base for a Re-do
Got fired for loafing on the job.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Crossing a street, a car hit me.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
A foul ball hit me on the head.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
My girl fled with a gigolo.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Got arrested as a tax cheat dolt.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Went broke buying high, selling low.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Got bit playing with a Great White.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Sold hens to pay bills, eggs got high.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Voted for change but have none left.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Don’t know how to end this poem!
I shoulda seen it comin’.
1/31/2023
There has been invasion of rats false accusations to spam thats been lingering around my circumference too many plotters trying to trap me like Spiderman but can't web me or being devious and planning no trickery stunts that I've already apprehended to my status and stand to my standard by staying ten toes down with dominant C that always defend my honor and right to be alert for any foul ball or foul play and then you will foul out for the last time like an shot clock violation and within my area of buddahist tranquility to brother hood peace like the Mercedes Benz emblem in which we always wanted to have to drive everyone crazy to seek luxury or cant have by subterfuge creating a plot and trickery my mind ambition intellect to my results and what I worked out to build and prepped up for and alized within such confusion and remain modest to the wise factor.
"I Didn't Know That"
I didn’t know that
A Be couldn’t sting
Or that a Bee was not a B.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
I should No better
Or that Know was not a No.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Bare lived in a forest
Or that she was Bear Butt Naked.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Foul was not a bird
Or that a Fowl can’t be a Foul ball.
I’m confused.
I asked my lover if I could take a Peak.
She said that was Two much to ask,
“Go climb a mountain Peek.” She said,
“The Sceen would be much better.”
I’m confused.
I took to writing words
I thought were not the same.
They understood me not.
Am I insane?
Homonyms and Homophones,
Or is it,
Which or Witch?
I do not comprehend.
I’m still confused.
It’s time for this pin to end.
ENJOY!
On our way into the stadium before the game had even begun
I saw them walking together…a father and his son.
They were excited, smiling…laughing as father and son are wont to do
They had on matching hats and shirts…the same color…Toronto blue.
The son was wearing a mitt on his hand…to me it looked brand new
Hoping, I’m sure, to catch a foul ball and make a dream come true.
I saw them at the concession stand where the father gave his son a wink
and said, “We’d like two hot dogs, two french fries and two drinks.”
On our way down to our seats still before the game had even begin
I saw them sitting in front of us…a father and his son.
They were excited, smiling…laughing as father and son are wont to do
Only this father and son were much older…in their matching Toronto blue.
I watched as the son put down his old mitt, stood and ask his father loud and clear
“Dad, I’m going to the concession stand…do you want a hot dog and a beer?”
The father looked up at his son, smiled and nodded his head…
“I’d like that.” His voice was barely above a whisper…
"The usual.” He said.
On our way out of the stadium…after the visiting team had won
I saw them walking together…these two fathers and two sons.
And it reminded me of what I love about baseball…
where the future meets the present and the present meet the past
where families just by watching a game make memories that last…
where fathers and sons come together…
fathers and daughters too
where even if the home team lost…and no foul ball was caught
dreams can still come true.