Life And Baseball
Haiku: Miracle Man
2-22-22
life throws us fastballs
and sometimes when we strike out,
we quickly get miffed
Categories:
fastballs, baseball, how i feel,
Form: Haiku
The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given
Her name-calling ploy is such a childish game
for each one of us has the right to our opinion
without castigation and a finger pointing blame
I'm not a vengeful person, nor a poet's minion
I don't seek attention as a clown or a witch
I've not slandered anyone with my remarks
My fastballs are always thrown as a legal pitch
I'm vaccinated so I don't fear mad dog barks
Social equality is as much mine as it is yours
I've the right to write or speak what I feel
without giving a wedgie to someone's drawers
I'm not vicious like you called me in your spiel
You want to dwell in sorrow for the human race
but I have hope for mankind and will not brood
Our differences will never allow for an embrace
but only one of us illustrates the right attitude
Categories:
fastballs, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Simple Math
By David J Walker
100 seems to be the magic number
Numbers less than 100 are the lesser…More than 100 are the better
100 on a test …100 meters to run…100 miles per hour…100+ for fastballs…100 $$$
My father lived 26 years
and still smoke cigarettes and drank
A shot of honey bourbon whiskey every afternoon at 3
I knew a man who died suddenly
At 48 years < , one afternoon alone
They said it was the curse of genetics and
There was nothing they could have done
I wonder how 100 holds its magic over us
A simple goal of getting old
And then you’re gone
Categories:
fastballs, math,
Form: Free verse
A quarter flip, skinny dip
Cool creek, full of trout
Homerun hit, tobacco spit
Moonshine night out
Team shirt, center dirt
Fastballs were a breeze
Mini skirt, fun to flirt
Weakness in the knees
Dirt pile, crooked smile
Pray before the pitch
Worth while, drunk dial
Bronco in the ditch
Dad’s pissed, slapped wrist
Shotgun in the dodge
Can’t miss, first kiss
Cow tippin, giggin frogs
Had a blast, gone fast
Class of 93
Raise a glass, to my class
The way things used to be
Categories:
fastballs, boy, remember,
Form: Free verse
I read this little challenge,step up and lose,
a so-called villain lookin' to be abused
i'm your Randy Johnson,you're my John Kruk
high and tight words dude,ya better duck,
step up to my plate with your childish hate
heat seeking fastballs will settle your fate
who at the soup do you deem unworthy
when the phrase you exclaim appears to be blurry
STEP UP AND LOSE...sure'nuff if you choose
better grab your crotch,before them fastballs turn BLUE....
:).......hey,that was kinda fun !!!
Categories:
fastballs, slam
Form: Free verse