Best Martinez Poems
I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):
Say Hey Willie Mays Walter Johnson (Big Train)
Randy Johnson (The Big Unit) Babe Ruth (The Sultan Of Swat)
Tony Gwynn Jimmie Foxx
Ted Williams Maury Wills
Stan “The Man” Musial Johnny Bench
Ken Griffey Jr Greg Maddox
Henry Aaron Lou Gehrig
Roberto Clemente Ty Cobb
Satchell Paige Ernie Banks
Rickey Henderson Carl Yastrzemski (Yaz)
Trevor Hoffman Albert Pujols
Gibson (Bob and Josh) Honus Wagner
Rogers Hornsby Cal Ripken
Robinson (Jackie, Frank and Brooks)
Some favorites I had to leave out…
Christy Mathewson Warren Spahn
Sandy Koufax Tom Seaver
Mickey Mantle Rod Carew
Joe Morgan Ozzie Smith
Mariano Rivera Miguel Cabrera
Pedro Martinez Ichiro Suzuki
David Ortiz Jose Altuve
I’d love to see your faves mentioned in the comments section!
written 24 Aug 2020
Categories:
martinez, baseball,
Form:
Shape
Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears
Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell
Husbands and fathers
Todd Beamer 32, Jason Dahl 43
Alan Beaven 48, joined them
On United Airlines flight 93
Donald Arthur Peterson 66
And his wife Jean 55
Were proud to be Grandparents
They perished side by side
Mark Bingham 31, a businessman
Edward Porter Felt 41, would travel
Mark Rothenberg flew that day
When it all began to unravel
Joseph Deluca 52
A son, brother and close friend
Held on to Linda Gronlund 46
Until the very end
Nicole Carol Miller 21
Kissed her boyfriend at the gate
Christine Snyder 32, newlywed
Neither of which knew their fate
Deora Bodley 20, was a youngster
Honor Elizabeth Wainia 28, a daughter
Sandy Bradshaw 38 was a wife
What a senseless slaughter
Thomas E. Burnett Jr. 38, husband
Georgine Rose Corrigan 56, a mother figure
Cee Cee Lyles 33, was a wife and mother
Can now only be seen in pictures
Deborah Welsh 49, wife and good friend
Kristin Gould White 65, someone’s mother
John Talignani 74, Jeremy Glick 31
They were both fathers and someone’s brother
Waleska Martinez 37
Was a daughter and a sister
Andrew Garcia 62, husband and grandfather
Earned him the title of Mister
Richard Guadagno 38, “intense friend”
Colleen Fraser 51, someone’s sibling
Christian Adams 37, a husband and daddy
You can hear the angel’s sing
Patricia Cushing 69, an Aunt
Lorraine Bay 58, a flight attendant
William Cushman 57, was a construction worker
Into the field is where they were sent
Wanda Green 49, mom and daughter
Lauren Grandcolas 38, sister-in-law
Hilda Marcin 79 was someone’s mother
When the world began to fall
Louis Nacke 42, a son-in law
Along with Leroy Homer 36, a husband
Donald Greene 52, loved camping
With his brothers he called friends
So above you see the names again
Of the hero’s on United Airlines flight 93
We remember them today, four years later
For what they did for you and me
APRIL KERSEY-STRONG
9/11/05
Categories:
martinez, history, people, husband, wife,
Form:
List
It was the Nebraska Corn Huskers annual spring game
When near the end they called out Jack Hoffman's name
A seven year old boy on treatment break from a brain tumor
And today he was going to get the ball and run for an amazing score
Running onto the field 60,00 fans up on their feet
Everyone sensing they were about to see something neat
As Taylor Martinez set his line and turned around to little Jack
With a field of dreams ahead he said okay now you're my running back
Handing him the ball he quickly ran left than scooted back to the right
And on that field their were twenty one other men who joined in with his fight
Making a break into a clearing seeing a whole lot of daylight just ahead
My soul so awake the whole crowd cheering for of all them now he had lead
Over the goal line and carried away in a boisterous parade of celebration
Oh how Jack did shine even with all of the problems that he was facing
I'm glad I got to pray for that little boy hopefully many others do too
Such a special gift in sensing joy in just knowing throughout that it is certainly true
Search: Jack Hoffman Cornhusker
Categories:
martinez, courage, football, joy, ,
Form:
Rhyme
supporting the anti-communists in
the Soviet Union from
1944 to 1989---
supporting al-Za’im in Syria in
1949---
installing Shah Mohammed Reza
Pahlevi in 1953 Iran---
supporting Colonel Carlos Castillo
Armas in 1954 Guatemala---
providing weapons to anti-communist
Tibetans, from the mid-1950’s to the
1970’s---
rounding up & supporting the Laotian
Hmong to fight communists in Laos,
from the mid-1950’s to the 1970’s---
providing weapons, money and aid to
Colonel Ahmad Hussein and Colonel
Ventje Sumual’s forces in 1958
Indonesia---
attemped to assassinate Fidel
Castro various times, training
anti-communists to invade Cuba
in 1959 through the failed Bay of
Pigs operation and Operation
Mongoose---
supported coup of Rafael Trujilo’s
regime in the Dominican Republic
in 1961 and his subsequent
assassination---
supported the Ba’ath Party killing of
Abd al-Karim Qasim in 1963---
instigated, supported and provided
money to those carrying out the
coup & assassination of Ngo Dinh
Diem in 1963’s South Vietnam---
supported Joao Goulart’s removal
via coup d’etat in 1964’s Brazil---
supported anti-communist
right-wingers in 1967’s
Greece, killing what had been a
democratically elected government
there---
did everything under the sun to
eliminate the government of elected
President Salvador Allende in Chile,
from 1970-1973, including the
murder of Rene Schneider---
supported the military overthrow
of Argentina’s democratically
elected Isabel Martinez de Peron in
1976---
Categories:
martinez, life,
Form:
Free verse
"Arised"
Plath took a silken bath
submerged in dreams
baptised in black molasses and a warmth to leave
Arised
Plath took a man by the hand
lead him out of Honey Land
Bees buzzed his mind stung his eyes
when he walked out of his prison
Plath paved his steps with hidden land mines
Empty Chairs
burned with gasoline gifted
by the Dead of Desire
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.” Plath
"Drama Club"/Martinez
https://youtu.be/nEcS5DOmiRY
“Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.” Plath
“Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. ” Plath
“There is no better way to know us. Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.” Hughes
"I wondered what I thought I was burying." Plath
There is no such word as 'Arised'. For the purpose of this poem, there is.
Categories:
martinez, freedom, muse, mystery, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
At the core exists his emptiness
Spineless unrest smothers him
All due to nature’s wavering obscurity
And stumped awareness of inherent security
Fear took charge and penetrated his inner skin
Seeped into his veins
Then settled in marrow
And so his depth became shallow
Now hostage to self loathe and pity
He finds no way home in the big city
Far from palms and salt air
He missed the signs that spelled beware
What lies ahead he has to bare
In order for a single soul to care
And for awhile,
the nightmares
Is all,
he can share
As he walks, he looks down
And the pavement becomes his landscape
And in it, he would escape
And wish it would seal his fate
Uuuufffff!!!!
With his journey now at stake
He knows home he can’t remake
And so he daydreams
Vivid images of platanos y yucca
Begin to form his mental palette
He salivates to thoughts of yaniqueque, tamarindo, cereza
Y la sonrisa, de Teresa!!
His world would change if only,
“un poquito”
De coco, zapote, chinola
Hay que rico!!
A Presidente dressed in white,
Ay caray!!
He so misses his mai and his compay
His porch, 4 chairs, and his game table
Hollers of pin tin tin fill the air
oye loco, pasate con ficha!! capicua!!!
Ta trankao!!
He’s elated !!
Chills run down his spine
He’s alive!!!
His skin begins to swell
As he reminisces to the quiver of the guira
Se engranoja, from thoughts of pambiche y mangulina
Uuuuuufffffff!!!!!
He climaxed and found solace
Home was closer than he thought
Home he carried with him
He’d found the secret of shedding light to his serenity
And within, he found
Su dios!!
Su patria!!
Su libertad!!
And saved, his sanity
-Salvador Martinez
Categories:
martinez, absence, emotions, encouraging, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
Frank Edwin was his real name.
This southpaw went on to garner fame.
With great accomplishments and few regrets,
he became the closer for the New York Mets.
This native of Martinez, California
finished his baseball playing career in Philadelphia.
He is indelibly etched in Phillies fans’ memories
when he struck out Willie Wilson in the World Series.
That was in the magical season of 1980.
What a colorful act on the mound he was to see.
Unfortunately, Tug is not around anymore.
He sadly passed away back in 2004.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
martinez, baseball, dedication, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
Without you, everything I do
loses value every day.
Habitual things that mattered,
yesterday,
are hard to do, today.
Yoga in the morning,
even my daily poetry,
have suddenly lost their meaning,
and I tend to oversleep.
These give the lie to any thought
that I do these things for myself.
I do have some small insight,
even though you are gone but for a few days,
of what a dreadful drain it must be,
when someone's loved one dies,
an enormous black hole that
threatens to pull you in.
But, I know you are coming back,
and what I would like to save,
is the memory of a warm day
in Martinez, while we waited
for the train, of antique shops,
hot dogs and Joe DiMaggio,
a warm park bench where
we watched the joggers
round the park and the trains
all come and go.
Some languid talk,
nothing very important,
but I have a hard time thinking
of time I've better spent,
and feel the tragedy
of our lives, that such moments
are so far apart.
Categories:
martinez, memory,
Form:
Free verse
FORGOTTEN DEEDS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Colin P. Kelly, John Basilone
Two Good Men That Should Be Known
They’re Now a Part of Our Ancestry
Now Fading into the Pages of History
Audie L. Murphy, Jonathan Wainwright
They’re Framed Images Now out of Sight
Kenneth N. Walker, George B. Turner,
John C. Squires, Curtis S. Shoup,
Joe P. Martinez, William K. Nakamura,
Manuel Perez,.Jr.,Donald Kirby Ross
Names Now Forgotten as Time Slips
Absorbed by the Sea like the Wake of a Ship
Who Were These Men What Did They Do ?
The Answer: Left Solely to You
Categories:
martinez, courage, freedom, hero, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Childhood trauma living inside of a grown man
Sorry if I seem shut off and don't want to hold hands
I understand if you don't want to stand next to me with my cold stance
But there's childhood trauma still living inside this grown man
Decade old wounds still bleeding with new ones on top
Feels like I'm on the right journey but got off at the wrong stop
fell multiple times with no one there to pick me up
Some see my scars and are so quick to judge
It's a surprise these suicidal thoughts didn't take me yet
Tattoos covering scars, hoping you don't think they make me less
I'm so guarded I struggle to open my heart naturally
I turn into Lisandro Martinez when people start attacking me
My hidden trauma tries to rise even on my good days
My flaws shine more than my good traits
I was wrong for using girls to heal scars they didn't cause
I should have been honest about the fact I was fighting hidden wars
The past few years I've been looking after my Mom who never raised me
I had the strength to rebuild a relationship despite being a foster care baby
I never thought that I'd be in this position
Am I doing it for her, or to try and find what's still missing?
I'm trying to heal from old wounds that are still bleeding
I'm sorry to the people I care about even if we're not speaking
I understand if you don't want to stand next to me with my cold stance
But there's childhood trauma still living inside this grown man
Categories:
martinez, childhood, dark, depression, growing
Form:
Rhyme
She didn't look like herself
Something was wrong
She was too pale
Her lips were painted red
And her skin was ice cold
Her eyes a soft blue
Young but so old
The faint beating of her fragile heart
Such a sight would tear you apart
She lays in her bed limbs un-moving
Like a horror scene straight out of a movie
Her breath like an air conditioner comes out cold
The note on her dresser she had to fold
Her eyes glaze over
And her lungs collaspse
She takes one last breath
And she dies with a laugh
R.I.P Sabrina Martinez
Categories:
martinez, death, life, loss
Form:
Rhyme
He began his journey
To eternity
For us
another page to turn
a grain of sand through the hour glass
We are left behind
to feel the pain and enjoy memories
In this world of emotion
I ask myself
is this the heaven I thought?
For
I see,Feel Taste and love
But now
I see what is missing
I feel the pain
I taste the bitterness of lose
I love one that is gone
I answer my own question!
For
I grew with him
I talked and cried with him
I lived with him
I saw him in Love and Pain
My heaven holds many mysteries
Heaven on earth
Dedicated to Ruben Martinez more then a friend
Categories:
martinez, death, heaven, heaven, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Oh how I wish I had known you better.
I never even got to kiss you or tell you how I felt.
God I wanted you to be my girlfriend so bad.
Life got weird for me, I was taken away;
It was years before our paths ever crossed again;
Then one day you saw me at the grocery store.
And I wonder what would have happened;
If I had of been available that day at the store;
Because six months later you walked to the beach;
Went into the water and never came back.
I was so damned infatuated with you way back when
If I hadn’t of been taken when we met up again
I wonder if it would have made a difference to you.
Did you know I had your name tattooed on me?
I covered it up with something else but;
It’s still calls out oury name so as not to forget you.
Funny though the details of your face have become blurred;
But I think about you more often than I probably should.
Maybe next time pretty girl you won’t give up so easily;
Me or someone else anything could happen if you have faith.
Categories:
martinez, day, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
The darkness is filling up my room
nightfall is coming very fast.
Today was really filled with gloom
good thing the days never last.
I look at my closet and there I see
something glaring at me.
It's not that big but it will do
it fills me with joy and not gloom.
This small thing..., it is called hope!
It is always found, even when I mope.
But it's never lost and never goes
and this little thing never slows.
Categories:
martinez, hope, teen, , 8th
Form:
Narrative
timing is everything
time now to say it,
had 11, 77, and 175
had what you had,
been shown what you saw,
heard what you heard,
told what you told,
they'd have done
what you did
still, no matter
self-destiny is
inherent in us all,
most apparent in you,
oblivion faced with fear,
but still faced...eyes open,
outshines dark hatred.
10 after still brings
deep sorrow and pride
© Goode Guy 2011-09-05
for:
Christian Adams, 37
Lorraine G. Bay, 58
Todd M. Beamer, 32
Alan Anthony Beaven, 48
Mark Bingham, 31
Deora Frances Bodley, 20
Sandy Waugh Bradshaw, 38
Marion R. Britton, 53
Thomas E. Burnett, Jr., 38
William Joseph Cashman, 60
Georgine Rose Corrigan, 55
Patricia Cushing, 69
Captain Jason M. Dahl, 43
Joseph DeLuca, 52
Patrick Joseph Driscoll, 70
Edward Porter Felt, 41
Jane C. Folger, 73
Colleen L. Fraser, 51
Andrew (Sonny) Garcia, 62
Jeremy Logan Glick, 31
Kristin Osterholm White Gould, 65
Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas, 38
Wanda Anita Green, 49
Donald Freeman Greene, 52
Linda Gronlund, 46
Richard J. Guadagno, 38
LeRoy Homer, 36
Toshiya Kuge, 20
CeeCee Ross Lyles, 33
Hilda Marcin, 79
Waleska Martinez, 37
Nicole Carol Miller, 21
Louis J. Nacke, II, 42
Donald Arthur Peterson, 66
Jean Hoadley Peterson, 55
Mark David Rothenberg, 52
Christine Ann Snyder, 32
John Talignani, 74
Honor Elizabeth Wainio, 27
Deborah Jacobs Welsh, 49
Categories:
martinez, devotion, history, loss, people,
Form:
Free verse