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Nazrul Song

Theme: 
Nazrul Song : 
The eternal mid-fielder jersey, won't you have thy mercy?
The eternal mid-fielder jersey, won't you have thy mercy?
The ever-young heart, with a malleable intricate
Time took you away, gypsy mood, heard.
a solitude in contemplation, my reverie Lord!
In space , out there, out beyond
An absorbed state of whim, for lowly low, this body
A morale, breakable rule for an unbroken time, lulls on
a solitude in contemplation, my reverie lord!
stars and sun, and moon, playtime when days delight, yours
The indifferent, you
lying all and all, beneath thy feet
In platoons of fleet
The ordinary day with a grand, still, in nitty gritty
In glum and glee, only a tranquil serendipity
In whim of a smile, a tear of a soul, paired for evermore
a solitude in contemplation, my reverie lord!

Ball Player Looked Like Owl With a Scowl

never desire
a reluctant umpire
fire and retire

had premonition
determined by dimension
what we must mention

fielder looked like owl
who was player on the prowl
on face had a scowl

older was player
who had become much grayer
which was hard to bare

ball thrown was last strike
heard after announced on mike
had to take a hike

after making probe
had an earring in each lobe
while wearing a robe

wages first meager
than became a big leaguer
with enormous figure

Magic Seconds

The pitcher toes the rubber, then steps off for a bit,
Wipes his brow, sets his cap, pounds the ball in his mitt
  As he peers in for the sign sixty feet six inches away
  Where stands the batter, dead set on wrecking his day.

The ump gives a shout: "Let's get on with it; time to play!"
The fans stir restlessly, yearn for action, come what may.
  The hurler's into his wind-up, cocks his arm, lets it go,
  The pitch is on its way; he's heaved a mighty throw...

The crack of the bat, the flight of the ball,
The timing of the fielder, who leaps over the wall
  To snare an out from the jaws of a surefire home run---
  Gasps of silence, then applause's tumult rains down.

Baseball's magic is unique, squeezed into seconds of play:
Seconds to shape a long summer, each and every day.

Don'T Stop Believing

through the pain of torment coming your way
paying no need to ever bow the knee to pray
but is there really another way
when your knocked to the cement floor on a fours
don't stop believing
your mind can play a few nasty tricks getting caught up in the mix
barbed wire fences with fractured skulls that scream
living in an evil world that could be so very mean
borowed books with papers having no eraser
a winner is just another quitter that gets knocked down still gets up & gives it one last try
a pop fly in the eye of an out fielder to catch
when Sodom met up with Gamorah
one soul sails while the other one burns
as the world slowly turns

we each hit rock bottom in life amidst its strife
the band Journey sings about it
many preachers profess it in there sermons
when the ninety nine sheep were in the fold God's heart was with the one lost
his love for you is the great eternal constand amidst all the inconsistencies of your walk 
your a card carrying mmber of the human race so let's celebrate

A Little Boy's Dream of Baseball

THE PITCHER SHAKES OFF ANOTHER SIGN.
I START TO WONDER WHATS ON HIS MIND.
WITH SWEAT RUNNING OFF MY BROW,
I NEED A HIT AND I NEED IT NOW.
BASES LOADED WE'RE DOWN BY THREE.
THE GAMES OUTCOME DEPENDS ON ME.
THE CATCHER RUNS OUT TO THE PITCHERS MOUND.
THEY NEED ME TO HIT IT ON THE GROUND.
I CHECK THE DUGOUT, THEY'RE ALL ON EDGE.
THE INFIELD DEFENSE FORMS A WEDGE.
I STEP BACK IN THE BATTERS BOX.
A FAN SHOUTS OUT, IT'S TIME TO ROCK!
THE TENSION'S THICK AND STARTS TO MOUNT,
BASES LOADED WITH A 3-2 COUNT.
THE PITCHER NOD'S TO CONFIRM THE SIGN.
THEN HE GO'S INTO HIS WIND.
IT'S A FASTBALL, IT LOOKS FAT.
I MAKE CONTACT WITH MY BAT.
CENTER FIELDER STARTS RUNNING BACK.
NOW HE'S ON THE WARNING TRACK.
HE LOOKS UP, IT'S OUTA HERE.
THE CROWD ERUPTS AND START TO CHEER.
ALL MY TEAM MATES SWARM HOME PLATE.
THIS IS WHAT MAKES BASEBALL GREAT.

A Happy Life

Kumbaya my Lord
my favorite prayer
when I was a boy
always eased my soul
in times of troubles

young adulthood
my love of sports
kept me going
a fan of Yaz

left fielder
of Red Sox
many years

today
happy

smile

Into the Blue

He hit it high, he hit it far
Up, up into the blue it went
Bottom of the ninth and tied
A run would be heaven sent

Back to the wall the fielder sped
He jumped as high as he could
Did he catch it or not, it’s up to you
Now decide, if in my shoes you stood……

1/12/16

The Game

It was the 7th inning and the game was tied
 The home team fans were filled with pride
 The pitch comes in, the batter swings
 A miss, a strike, to their feet the fans now spring

 The second pitch comes in quite fast
 A swing, a miss,  strike two is cast
 The fans are cheering on their team
 The third ball needs to be supreme
 
 The crowd grows silent as the pitch is thrown
 A swing, a hit, the fans now groan
 It looks like it will be a home run
 But the fielder jumps, and catches that one!
 They then went on to win the game
 The outfielder, a hero he became

 Joseph May
 12/15/15

Baseball

baseball
first pitch
ball one
second
curves left
corner
of plate
strike one
deep sigh
third swing
connects
tall can
of corn
fielder
shades eyes
catch made
on deck
strides plate
pitcher
winds up
whizzes
past him
swings bat
menace
gets pitch
connects
home run
circle
bases
hero
crowd cheers!

The Bull

Remember the Bull
Greg Luzinski left fielder
pride of the Phillies

Ouzatt

OWSZAT

The match was slow and boring
The runs were far between,
And an air of dreamy somnolence
Hung o’er the village green.
Then out from the pavilion
A handsome figure ran.
The crowd sat up, paid notice,
A loud applause began.
The stranger sprinted round the pitch
Disrupting all the match,
The fielder halted in his stride
And dropped an easy catch.
The umpire tried to intervene
His finger raised in protest,
The streaker slipped beneath his guard,
It really was no contest.
The team stood up and egged him on
And cheered as he gained speed,
It was a very daring act
They one and all agreed.
But when his little dangly bits
Removed the Home Team’s wicket,
A cry went roaring round the ground
“Egad Sir – that’s not cricket!”

He's Nailed At Home Plate

This was an important game in a pennant chase.
The runner thought he could score from second base.
The ball was hit like a bullet into center field.
The other team was hoping another run this would yield.
The coach sent the base runner around third.
The center fielder threw the ball straight homeward.
Our stalwart catcher waited for the throw at home plate.
We were hoping that the ball would not arrive too late.
Our catcher caught the perfectly thrown ball.
He stood there adamantly like a brick wall.
The umpire saw that the catcher tagged the runner out.
This was the best play of the game without a doubt.

Home Run Heaven

Grass stains and blood mix with sweat ---
The sky is clear and welcomes the 
arrival of a well hit ball ---
The fielder glares into the sun's angry glow ---
Glove outstretched in anticipation of a great catch ---
While at the plate, the batter prays for the ball
to enter the arena of home run heaven.

Cricket Cacophony

It's always a cacophonous crowd
That speaks out loud
When India loses a match
Or a fielder misses a catch
There are over three billion analysts
Who vehemently argue with raised fists
They talk about batting order blunder
Or announce sudden change of player asunder
Many find faults with the coach
And with impunity his private area encroach
"Players are not in form" someone shouts
And loudly asks captain's whereabouts
The time we waste on analysing cricket
If we invest the same in creative endeavour
India would soon become a superpower!

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