Sun-warmed boards
glow
beneath lingering footsteps~
heat
rising gently
from their time-soft grain.
A faded ball
spins
through amber air~
sun
warming its seams
like a memory held close.
The infield
breathes,
dust rising
in slow
brown spirals
of yesterday’s hush.
A foul ball
arcs,
threaded with sunlight,
its seams
catching the hush
of a summer crowd.
A glove waits,
creased,
as if shaped
by every catch
that ever
came home.
The glove lifts,
easy,
as if greeting
an old friend
returning
home.
I am a brand new baseball.
The pitcher waits for the call.
He holds me tight,
Until the time is right.
The pitcher lets me go.
Through the air I flow.
The bat has a powerful swing,
But I end up in the leather thing.
"Strike one," yells the umpire.
Boy, am I on fire!
Again, I sail through the air.
This time, the bat is there.
I go to the right.
Foul ball, I'm in plain sight.
The pitcher stares the batter in the face,
And this time, I am thrown in the right place.
Crack!
I don't dare look back.
The crowd stands up to cheer.
I guess I'm the most popular here.
"I Didn't Know That"
I didn’t know that
A Be couldn’t sting
Or that a Bee was not a B.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
I should No better
Or that Know was not a No.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Bare lived in a forest
Or that she was Bear Butt Naked.
I’m confused.
I didn’t know that
A Foul was not a bird
Or that a Fowl can’t be a Foul ball.
I’m confused.
I asked my lover if I could take a Peak.
She said that was Two much to ask,
“Go climb a mountain Peek.” She said,
“The Sceen would be much better.”
I’m confused.
I took to writing words
I thought were not the same.
They understood me not.
Am I insane?
Homonyms and Homophones,
Or is it,
Which or Witch?
I do not comprehend.
I’m still confused.
It’s time for this pin to end.
ENJOY!
Got fired for loafing on the job.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Crossing a street, a car hit me.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
A foul ball hit me on the head.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
My girl fled with a gigolo.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Got arrested as a tax cheat dolt.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Went broke buying high, selling low.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Got bit playing with a Great White.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Sold hens to pay bills, eggs got high.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Voted for change but have none left.
I shoulda seen it comin’.
Don’t know how to end this poem!
I shoulda seen it comin’.
1/31/2023
Kids shout,
“School’s out!”
So soon,
it’s June.
July,
temp’s high.
Kids play
all day.
Ump’s call:
“Foul ball.”
Grass grows.
Dad mows.
Sun’s hot.
Pool’s not.
Rest time,
sublime
Mom’s made
Kool-Aid
Childhood,
so good
June 1, 2022
entered in a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest Placed 6th
The man tried to catch a foul ball
But his body was too tall
The ball hit his ribs
Then hit his small Dibbs
Which bounces him into a wall
The Stats show a Brooklyn Dodger
Scored RBIs with his todger
Then one day at bat
A Foul Ball went splat
And now he's Soprano Codger
RBI=Runs Batted In
Following rules, we learned as kids,do you remember?
Do not take another's pencil, it is a sin, nor their precious toys
nor dimes to in your pockets, put in,
What allows us now, to steal with such giddy, sin-filled ploy?
Whether be it a car-jacking or a despicable looting done on camera
with grimacing, hideous joy?
Most of us are not thieves, and raise heck at plagiarists!
But things now escaped in adults as crooks as forgers or "fraud-sters anonymous."
The simple truth is that things taken, display a huge lack of integrity,
And simply fail, with their lack of character and bald- faced chicanery.
Play up front and honest is my call.
Pretend you made a home-run,when in fact, all you had was a foul ball?
Winners fulfill promises, losers on their faces will fall.
Cheating wins no games in life, that's a big loser's call.
1-5-2021
8am PST
Dedicated to Maria, my daughter, a woman of ethics and
elected to office legally. Thank you. It was a hard road but
you made a difference for the good~ in many!
Wow~ a woman of integrity. Without that, nothing works.
Love, Mom
* If you don't understand baseball, you might not understand some of these.I I had no idea of the hundreds of terms used. PR...
steal base.
such grace
cold beer
bring here
foul ball
poor call
chew snuff
bad stuff
bat boy
what joy
strike one
not fun
an out
no clout
the show
let's go
base knock
that rocks
big fly
oh my
hot dog
brain fog
September 21, 2020
9am PST
When did writing poetry become such a foul ball in my life?
When my surroundings and the people in it decided I couldn't
get rich writing it.
So, I put it away for a while and concluded that I had writer's block.
Plus, I didn't write much when I was homeless in Cali.
Because all my pens got stolen and my paper went to the wayside.
Or inside of me like a dog eats your school paper. Peace is
Continually Available.
Oops
Laughing
A foul ball
You run to first
Base for a Re-do
Striekouts
On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Teammates
Batting Average
Averages
Leadership
Love for the game
A baseball game is fun to watch and cheer
For nine innings are spectators all geared
Pitchers and batters, runners and fielders
Excitement uncontained as umpires yell there
Batter up is the sound pitcher to the mound
The hindcatcher yells the batter Now!
As the batter swings the crack is heard
Foul ball is the umpires voice and final word
Two strikes and three balls while the batter eyes all
The pitch is thrown as the batter swings tall
April 21 2016
There has been invasion of rats false accusations to spam thats been lingering around my circumference too many plotters trying to trap me like Spiderman but can't web me or being devious and planning no trickery stunts that I've already apprehended to my status and stand to my standard by staying ten toes down with dominant C that always defend my honor and right to be alert for any foul ball or foul play and then you will foul out for the last time like an shot clock violation and within my area of buddahist tranquility to brother hood peace like the Mercedes Benz emblem in which we always wanted to have to drive everyone crazy to seek luxury or cant have by subterfuge creating a plot and trickery my mind ambition intellect to my results and what I worked out to build and prepped up for and alized within such confusion and remain modest to the wise factor.
To see the game, you have to plan
It takes some time you see
This is for all the die-hard fans
You'll need a strategy
To stand in line for baseball
Can be a timely task
You first must get the tickets
To clear your way to pass
Excitement now before the game
Which section are you in?
The dugout group or foul ball side
Row 5, seats 9 and 10
Concession stands are all around
Decide which should be first
Tee shirts and hats or hot dogs
You'll have to quench your thirst
Now don't forget the plans you made
Cause folks are filled with glee
You'll drink your beer, your coke and sprite
But then you'll have to pee
Another line to wait in
The porta potties blue
Don't get distracted from your plan
They'll jump in front of you
Oh Wow! Another "homer"
My team is going to win
Can't wait for seventh inning stretch
I have to pee again
Great game it was they played today
Our team is now the star
We're tired but we have to go
It's time to find the car
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