Bunt Poems | Examples

Terse Verse

weather - cold
I - old
trees - to bed
nose - red
head - aches
pumpkin - bakes
weather - worse
autumn verse

NB: this is my loose translation of the following German poem circulating online.

Wetter: kalt
Ich: alt
Laub: bunt
Nase: wund
Kopf: Schmerzen
Abends: kerzen
Winter: in sicht
Herbstgedicht

Baseball Haiku By Horn

Horn Baseball Haiku

had a lot of nerve
would be with much vive and verve
when he threw a curve

heard that when at bat
player was chubby and fat
dumber than doormat

player pulled a stunt
for a short bat had to hunt
bragged about his bunt

possessed a great goal
his hitting would take its toll
most bases he stole

around bases stride
home run had hit with much pride
himself was beside

looked like a lone shark
to his team added a spark
hit ball out of park

play baseball does love
performance was way above
received golden glove

playing in dispute
team had saved a lot of loot
when they substitute

Rules For the Game

Have fun playing baseball, hint number one
finish the season though you’ve never won.
Can’t win if you don’t play, work on point two
find the skills you need, then practice them too.

The count’s at three, try to pick the right clothes
Not too tight pants and zippers that will close.
Moving on to cleats with thought number four
be sure they fit, that’s what sizes are for.

And rule five: no cussing, use your tongue's brake,
backtalk, name-calling are habits to break.
Watch your temper, ideal number six -
you’re not that feisty cat which your dog sic’s.

As for step seven, it’s long overdue
learn from your mistakes, know what NOT to do.
Keep the dugout clean, we’ll call this clue eight
squelch farts, don’t throw up cause you over ate. 

Tip nine; learn when to bunt and when to steal
It makes for more fun, but takes nerves of steel.
One more then done with these suggestions ten -
if you chew gum, spit your wad in the tin.


World Series fades, into new pastimes we buy
...Roll on, past baseball to a creed we can live by,
...Respect for others grants our ego fond goodbye.

October 22, 2022

Sister Rose

Jack Ruby ...
(newbie)
boob tubie stoogie
step up and bunt, sir
that's an affront, sir, to all the
manic panic room ragers
bouncing their pagers off eyes-in-the-sky
hollow-point queries, thus ...
conspiracy theories
swept under the thug-rug like dust
shaking the pillars, grand homes of white
retrieving a tossed stick
bleeding and caustic for that egg-shaped room
a Camelot doomed by Big Daddy's greed
(oh that corn-mash weed)
and dear sister's need
freed by the slip of a scalpel, not so helpful
after all ...
gun-to-gun-to-steel-to-matter, (gray)
one sweet mad-hatter
to carry those numberless sins
their sticky grins
and one soft, tender chin ... so dear, so dear
covered in drool
the featureless fool left to rot
(please hold her gnarled-knuckle hand ...
... just a while - oh please - for the sake of dreams!)
still... karma wrought its due
and castles crumbled ...
though her heart could no longer
care.
Ruby, Jack ...
fade to black.

Memories With My Punt

tarn featured delicate swan so exquisite and rare,
I stood in silt and gave a soul-seeker-stare.
smack of cold lake water lapped past my socked toes 
grit of teeth helped me glide punt with gentle smooth flows

taste of salted pate still lingered from quickly eaten lunch
shorn from mouth with tongue, without a conscious hunch.
I bade my strength to clasp the wet, slippery, elusive rope,
Dealing with warts and all, but lots of heartfelt hope.

Seductively sassy swan dipped her feathered wing into the lake.
I gave her a smile, for communication with nature and gentle beast’s sake.
This memory from many years ago, is today much more than a bunt,
One of many wonderful bits of nostalgia I created with my sweet punt.

Sliding Head First

The first three pitches: just outside. Pitch four:
right at the knees - "Steerike!", the umpire calls.
I wait to get the pitch I'm hoping for…
The next toss: high and tight... a base on balls.

I take my lead. I check the signs and frown -
he throws, I dive, dirt in my eyes - the worst!
The batter squares to bunt and lays one down -
a gem! I slide, they throw him out at first.

I get a bigger lead at second base -
my 3rd base coach gives signs without a word.
My fingers twitch, the pitcher deals, I race 
like Rickey sliding head first, I steal third.

Long fly - I tag and slide under the mitt…
we score the winning run without a hit!


// Hats off to Rickey Henderson, all-time stolen base leader. With home 
runs dominating the sport today, I thought I'd go 'old school' and pay a 
tribute to 'small ball' from days of yore. They call it 'manufacturing a run'
when a team can score without the benefit of a hit. Many thanks to 
Gershon Wolf for challenging me to write my first baseball sonnet! //

written 18 Oct 2020

I Can'T But Will Wait

the date
it wasn't
random oh
no WE had a

planned on
schedule that
would put us in
front of each other

in an
airport
but we 
resorted

to finding
our flying
times and
matching

like the "Dating
Game" what was
ideal so that when
we would feel we'd

be so real
be surreal

my smile would
equal hers but
hers would be
blinding so

it would seem
but deep down
i'm sort of kind
of like hanging

on a ledge with
one finger or
like Lloyd
not at all

just play ball
and do you
want strikes
or walks

or i could
even try
a bunt
but

shant

Capacity and Willingness

2 cups of cream cheese
1 cup of a sharp (pungent) goats cheese
1 cup of toasted hazelnuts
1/4 cup of slithered almonds
1/2 cup of cocoa
4 tablespoons vanilla
1&1/2 cups of sugar
1/4 cup of chopped dried cherries
4 tablespoons of raspberry liqueur
a  pound cake cooked in a ringed Bundt pan
3 cups of a frosting
mix ingredents together and mix until smooth and sugar is dissolved. cut bunt cake in half, and hollow parts, of it to create a space to put the cheese mixture,.
fill with chees mixture and place the top to the bottom.
frost the cake and allow the frosting to slightly harden.

Sir Punt Sighs

In baseball, a player may bunt
In football, a player may punt
But in bedroom sports
A lady cavorts
In a frantic search for a runt

Double Play - Part 2

(Continued from Double Play - Part 1) 

With glove on knee and fingered stitch the pitcher was so ready
He threw the ball at Casey who like a rock was steady
Casey thought he’d fool them all and moved his bat to bunt
The prayers were truly needed, it was a foolish stunt

“Horse-feathers” screamed the stricken folk, all in unison
While the jaw dropped players on the bases just plain forgot to run
The catcher’s foot stomped the plate then he shot the ball to third
Time it froze, amidst the gasps “You’re out” “You’re out” was heard

Casey dropped the bat, and stormed the path to first 
As stricken fans downed a beer this time it wasn’t thirst
Casey knew he could atone for yesterday’s black sin  
If he beat the ball to the bag so he ran the race to win 

Neither printed word or young of mind recorded the winner’s name 
All we know is Ernie’s words live in the hall of fame
And on that day, before the bleachers and ‘twix the powdered lime
Mustached players with ball and bat gave birth to our pastime

For the Fans

Smell of freshly cut grasses,
Crowds coming in the masses,
Coming to the baseball fields,
Anticipating what this season yields,
Watching the pitches,
Seeing the speed of those 108 stitches,
Cheering on the home team,
Fans and players share the same dream,
Advance the runner lay a bunt,
To win the game is what they want,
Giving the fans something to enjoy,
Like a kid with a brand new toy,
The sound of the baseball caught in the glove,
That's the noise we have come to love,
The players are built tough,
The games can get rough,
The fans cheer for more,
An gasp when he rounds third and goes four,
Home run! What a feeling,
Fans are so loud it blows off the ceiling,
Can't get nervous when your down there,
You step up the pitcher gives you a glare,
The game ends and it's done,
The home team did it they won,
That's a great feeling indeed,
To win for the fans is all they need.

Reggie Jackson Vs Nolan Ryan

I HAVE TO GET SOME EARLY SLEEP  
FOR TOMORROWS GAME  
I HAVE TO FACE THAT NOLAN RYAN  
HE THROWS SMOKE AND FLAME  

YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION 
RYAN DON'T MESS AROUND 
HE'S BEEN KNOWN TO STRIKE ME OUT 
WHEN HE'S ON THE MOUND  

HE HAS A FLAMING FASTBALL 
YET I CAN GET AROUND 
IF HE LEAVES IT UP A BIT 
I'LL TAKE THAT PITCH DOWNTOWN 

HE HAS A BIG ADVANTAGE 
A WICKED BREAKING BALL 
I'VE SEEN SO MANY STAND THERE 
BAFFLED BY THE CALL  

IT TRULY IS A BEAUTY 
THE WAY IT SWEEPS ACROSS THE PLATE 
SOMETHING LIKE HIS FASTBALL 
YOU SWING AND ITS TOO LATE 

OPPOSITE WITH HIS CHANGE-UP  
YOU'LL BE WAY OUT FRONT 
IF YOU WANT TO PISS HIM OFF 
GO AHEAD AND BUNT 

I KNOW I'M REGGIE JACKSON 
NOLAN RYAN IS THE MAN 
TRY TO KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN 
MAKE CONTACT IF YOU CAN

JULY 13,1979 REGGIE JACKSON BROKE UP A NOLAN RYAN NO HITTER, 2 OUTS BOTTOM OF THE NINTH

A Pitchers Point of View

BASEBALL IS ENTERTAINMENT 
I LOVE PUTTING ON A SHOW 
I GIVE IT MY BEST WIND-UP 
LET THAT BASEBALL GO 

SOMETHING ABOUT A STRIKE-OUT 
A FEELING THAT THINGS WENT WELL 
UNLIKE THE HOMERUN PITCH 
WHERE IT FEELS THEY RANG MY BELL 

I CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE 
TO FACE THE BIGGEST NAMES IN THE GAME 
I BUILT THAT REPUTATION 
I HOPE THEY FEEL THE SAME 

I KNOW I GET A LITTLE WILD 
BUT, I'VE BEEN WORKING ON CONTROL 
NO INTENTION TO BREAK AN ARM 
JUST TO LET YOU KNOW 

IT'S LIKE ONE ON ONE 
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT 
BUT IF YOU TRY TO BUNT ON ME 
I'LL NAIL YOU ON THE SPOT

YES I HAVE A FASTBALL 
NINETY-FIVE AND UP 
I KNOW YOU KNOW IT'S COMING 
SO GIVE IT YOUR BEST CUT

I'VE BEEN WORKING ON MY CURVEBALL 
IT MIGHT JUST BACK YOU DOWN 
CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE 
TRY TAKE THAT PITCH DOWN TOWN
 
I LOVE MY JOB OUT ON THE MOUND 
I LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL 
I LOVE WHEN THE BATTER AT THE PLATE 
CAN'T HIT MY BLAZING FASTBALL
 
I LOVE THE PLAYERS ON MY TEAM 
WHO LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL 
IT'S A THRILL WHEN BATTERS TAKE MY CHALLENGE 
AND CAN'T STICK MY NASTY CURVEBALL

Squeeze Play

bunt down third base line
runner on third sliding home
close play at the plate

Nolan Ryan K-King

THEY SAY YOU ARE THE K-KING 
I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD 
SOMEONE SAID YOUR FASTBALL 
WAS THE BEST HE EVER HEARD 
THEY SAY YOU HAVE A FASTBALL 
THE FASTEST OF THEM ALL 
SHOW ME YOUR BEST FASTBALL 
I'LL DRIVE IT OFF THE WALL 
THEY SAY YOU HAVE A NASTY CURVE 
ENOUGH TO BACK'EM DOWN 
SHOW ME YOUR BEST NASTY CURVE 
I'LL TAKE THAT PITCH DOWN-TOWN 
THEY SAY YOU HAVE A CHANGE-UP 
THAT LEAVES THEM WAY OUT FRONT 
SHOW ME YOUR BEST CHANGE-UP 
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO BUNT 
THEN I STEPPED UP TO THE PLATE 
I HEARD THE UMP CALL STRIKE 
I DUG IN JUST A LITTLE MORE 
THAT CURVEBALL TOOK A BITE 
I WAITED ON THAT CHANGE-UP 
YET  SURE ENOUGH THEY'RE RIGHT 
I TURNED AROUND TO FACE THE UMP 
HE JUST SMILED AND SAID GOOD NITE 
I BELIEVE YOU ARE THE K-KING 
YOU'RE THE BEST I'VE EVER SEEN 
YOU DESERVE TO BE BASEBALL'S 
ALL-TIME STRIKE OUT KING

Michael E. Harris

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