You picked a fine time to leave me, Luis Gil,
with play-offs in progress, it’s quite a big deal.
I’m not keen on Slater -
a Bellinger-hater –
I need you on first base, to steal.
In ol’ Amarillo,
across from ‘My Pillow’,
in a Starbucks I put in my buds.
When Jake Tapper said it,
I checked it on Reddit:
needing comfort, I went for some suds.
But beer don’t cure hurtin’
- I’ve learned that for certain –
I ain’t found no substance that does.
And heading for glory
- they’ve got Trevor Story -
those Red Sox are laughin’ at us!
Finding your lost mittens in the school’s lost and found.
Playing with some puppies as they run and jump around.
Happiness on your first day at school in your new dress.
Your favorite swing when the bell rang for recess.
Thinking upon these things, a smile comes to your face.
When just before the ball got there, you reached first base.
Each one brought joy to your life, in its very own way.
Your experiences were exciting, each day.
It’s the life of a children engrossed in the folly,
Like the time you went downtown and rode the trolley.
Or sitting under a tree, your mind running free.
Thinking of places you’d go and all you would see.
You were always looking for a new place to go,
And every experience would help you to grow.
there is a young lass named Tracey
who always wears a solemn face
whenever asked why
she always replies
to keep the lusty lads from first base
Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
My health and healing is my main concern,
All else is fairly addressed--and not key,
My patience requires my good return.
Good hopes and goodwill--righteousness succeeds,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Glory be His name, as illness concedes,
Treatment and proper care will set me free.
An amicable life leads properly,
A blessed future will be my reward,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Well-kept focus, one mind, and one accord.
My faith is strong in Christ's saving Grace,
My good health is healing internally,
My health accompanies me to first base,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Goodbye old friend
You've been such a part of us all
Of every correct and incorrect call
A diamond for the girls
The boys made it to first base
Heroes were born here
Zeroes too
A place with many faces
The home of "The Brew Crew"
A Robin flew here
One ran like a Deer
Mollie, Rollie and Coop
All would cheer
Wallbangers and bombers
Dreams of the seams
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
In memories
You'll live in the hallows
Of a park with a dome
Remember you'll always have a plate
To call home
Fadoodling
Vo dee oh doe past first base
Ride the rail! Submarine race!
Rantum-scantum - all the way!
Fadoodling ~ Vo! Do!
Got tickets to the game tonight.
In Cardinal Red, it's pure delight.
With seats along the first base line,
It's sending chills down my spine.
Here he comes, Albert the Great!
His bat in hand, I just can't wait.
The crowd's electric, on their feet.
THE SWING! bat and ball did meet.
To Big Mac Land, it found it's place.
Around the bases he did race.
The team all waited at home plate.
Still his ego would not inflate.
One more record for the books.
All Redbird fans with joyful looks.
Go Crazy Folks! Jack would say.
It still rings true at Busch today.
When you fell to earth
did you bring death or life?
Were we first base or a rock too large to miss?
Dead planets are everywhere.
Fire and ice spin around
a deadly vortex
with nothing mild enough
to be just enough.
Did a dragons eye capture creation
a vision seen at its destruction?
If you killed the lumbering reptilians
who brought them forth?
Was it the fire and Ice?
Some say earth is much older than we think,
some say it is younger,
only a simple unicellular proto-being
of a simple-minded creator knew
but had no eyes to see.
There is no memory,
and if humanity is to be extinguished
by a loose space pebble
there will be no history either.
rivers flow
where water goes
stars abide
within our skies
birds fly
until wings go awry
dogs bark
at sounds in the dark
clouds form
before a storm
accidents can happen
when you play with dragons
hearts race
when they run to first base
those we trust
should not be the unjust
increasing fear
goes mouth to ear
self-deprecation
often causes vexation
very easy to deceive
when people want to believe
love blooms
creating new bridegrooms
enemy of the same
the process of change
random is
as randomness does
Spending a late autumn break
in the Scottish Borders countryside
though the climate then so cloudy
didn't deter as I got on my stride
Galashiels was our first base
staying at aq lovely accommodation
visited Sir Walter Scott's own home
stood in awe, such a poetic occasion
There was a wonderful tapestry
on display in Galashiels town
takes you through Scotland's history
such skill uplifts never to drown
We then moved on to Peebles Hydro
which eas a lovely hotel no doubt
with nice short walks way down
where River Tweed flows into town
The Scottish Borders are a treat
especially in autumn time of year
other highlights being Selkirk and Moffat
so many delights bring much cheer!
(Having spent a week in the Scottish Borders recently, just writing this piece about my experience of the highlights of this trip.)
Try not to get caught in a sooty coal scuttle
Or trying to rip off your local cross-town shuttle,
Be especially careful to remove your shoes
Before getting into your best friend’s canoes.
Never talk out of turn in a dim lecture hall
Or declare your intentions right after a fall,
Nothing is so special as finding a gum wrapper
Or spending an afternoon with a Twenties’ flapper.
Pay extra attention to your barbershop’s rules
Lest you be clipped bald with his rusty tools,
Take notice of the colors on the roulette wheel
Better to take a first-base than a third-base steal.
Last, but not least, remember to remove your hat
Before jumping into a pool all covered in fat,
Should you forget, don’t hang around taking blame
For you may be the first one to go up in a flame!
written August 11, 2021
Painfully shy schoolboy and girl
break long, awkward silence with small talk.
The classmates flash sheepish smiles...
with nervous giggles here and there.
Both too timid to get to first base,
to cross the threshold of "I like you"
Bite Size Poem No.16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 08/02/2021
It didn’t work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...
- love isn’t baseball.
Where do regrets start?
Should I regret the sunset
- or mourn holding hands?
Or shame desire?
Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]
He advanced to home plate
hesitant
out of time, out of place, yet
tantalizingly familiar somehow
A spirit, no number on his back...
Pausing, he tipped his cap to the crowd
a period-piece from long, long ago
Who could he be...
He squared himself, bat waving menacingly
and then he swung -- pure poetry
a swing for the ages
the ball arcing higher, higher...
As he rounded first base
into the afternoon shadows
his legs faded away
then the rest of him...
Who's to say we hadn't seen
Babe Ruth that day
Who's to say
Babe Ruth, who played from 1914 - 1935, rewrote
baseball's record book top to bottom during his
career. He still is arguably both the greatest
player ever to play the game, as well as the sport's
most enduring legend.
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