Long Softball Poems
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I am forming my own wild sports team Grandma said.
We all wondered what in the atmosphere she had in her head.
Racquetball? Hockey? Wrestling? Softball or what?
Not sure yet, she said, but you may make the cut.
What talent would we have to do? Do we have to dance?
I am thinking of something sporty you might see in France.
Croissant maker? Latte’ foamer? We wanted to know.
I will figure it out she told us before the first snow.
We were thinking skiing or jumping out of a plane.
She told us it would be nothing at all that tame.
Our grandma is a hoot, a holler a scream and a kick.
You have to have a sense of humor she said to Uncle Rick.
We knew he did not have one, so he was out.
I know what it is! Cousin Louie said with a shout.
We’re going to be on the first noodle-making USA team.
This made grandma mad, and her nose started to steam.
It sure took me a while to get the hang of that bat.
The grip just wasn’t right.
With a friends’ help, I swung and hit;
probably, hundreds of times.
In the end, I felt that I could,
smack a mountain and send it sailing for yards,
with that bat.
Softball was a blast, when I was a teen;
Every swing of that bat; every ball that I smacked;
swelled my chest with pride.
A dusty slide into home base;
Jettisoned me into ego-space;
oh, it took awhile to come back down to earth.
There were, cheers from the bleachers
and the smell of popcorn,
hot dogs and soda pop permeated the air,
like a winter fog.
Perhaps it was those succulent scents, more than the cheers, that kept us winning.
With the changing seasons,
I’m the deepest green, sometimes dry and brown
I ‘m tall and wave when the wind blows
Or sometimes short when I am freshly mown.
I’m like a green thick lush blanket
Sometimes used in sports fields
For golf, football or cricket, baseball and softball
I am very durable with contact play.
Warmed by nascent sun gentle rays
They walk on my uniform soft blades
With confidence, giving-way under their feet
Sometimes I’m damp and cool.
If, I’m brown and dry stubble
A crunch beneath their feet you will hear.
I reclaim the earth and thrive.
My shoots stand tall to reach the sky.
I so enjoy the brightness of the day
And cool air after fresh rain-shower.
I shelter earth and insects and what matters
And maybe a dandelion or two in the spring.
8/25/2023
Autumn filled with wonderful colors
A perfect time for lovers
Even in snow conditions
We follow our fall traditions
Back to school
Looking cool
Homecoming dances
Start romances
Hanging with friends
On them we depend
Doing homework at night
Parents in sight
Baseball playoffs
Taking the day off
Football games
Bonfire and flames
Playing softball at the park
Earlier it gets dark
Walking many a mile
Talking with a smile
Trick or Treat
Up and down the street
Costumes and candy
Drinking warm brandy
Haunted houses
Something pounces
Scary ghosts
Screams in your throat
Memories of autumn past
Wishing it would last
Cuddling to stay warm
As we wait out the storm
At the time of night that men call 10:30,
I sit in a corner bar by myself,
Watching two tables---
Clusters of life and sound---
A softball team and their wives/girlfriends/lovers
Drinking softly into the evening
A child's face, released from mother's side,
Floats around the tables,
Serene and white in tavern dusk,
Asking a quarter from each adult
Until finally someone gives him one
To make him gone
And for the millionth time
I look into the mirrored tile behind the bar
And see you there beside me
You're looking down---
Digging through your purse---
And the wound that never heals
Opens just a little more---
A quarter's worth---
I cannot stand playing hard ball, I'm a softball girl, ya know,
Hard ball is for men, I could get hurt by the balls they throw,
I would be too nervous to run to the base for fear that I would get hit,
Please God, put me back on the bleachers, it's too late..I know I cant sit,
Why couldn't I've been a cheerleader waving my pom poms in the air,
I wouldn't have to slide into home base and get dirt in my nails and hair,
Why was I built like a line backer, I get pats on the back from the guys,
They can't even see the sensitivity, the uniform is the disguise,
All they see is another player, my hair tucked under my hat,
If I tried to make the cheerleader squad I know I'm not cut out for that,
I reminisce, I miss:
those days of yesteryear,
when life seemed so simple;
when as children we would
play outside from morn til dusk
riding bikes, hide and seek
playing softball in the street,
running, chasing, catching, laughing,
full of life.
I reminisce, I miss:
hanging out with friends,
sharing secrets, sharing dreams,
sleepovers where little sleep was had;
when the future was bright,
and the sky was the limit,
when life stretched on forever -
we were invincible!
But now time grows shorter,
and youth has lost its blush,
as the years turn golden.
So I remember the days of yesteryear
with fondness and longing.
But I embrace the gift of today.
I reminisce, I miss.
3/25/21
For James Edward Lee's I Reminisce, I Miss Contest
I was very young when, I first tasted it;
that sweet, milky nectar of the Gods.
One Easter morning it appeared in a basket,
on our piano bench and it was wrapped in shiny foil;
all colors of a pastel rainbow.
Tiny egg-balls, smelling like cocoa and sugar;
one looked the most beautiful blue,
I’d ever seen and it was larger than the rest so,
I bit into it first.
The revelation of such ecstasy, I had never before, experienced;
it melted across my young palate,
leaving a trail of succulence to, claim its’ path.
Divine bauble of confectionary delight; indeed it was,
It disappeared all too soon;
left me sucking the back of my front teeth and craving another of those mouth-watering adventures.
As I grew, I experienced unbounded insight into that world called…chocolate.
It seemed, some miracle cure for nearly any ailment from,
losing a softball game to the loss of a pet;
the mystery medicine took away every sadness.
I could have it cold or hot, frozen or liquid, with orange or raspberry filling in any shape or size.
That wondrous creation of confectionary bless, was everywhere!
Oh joy of joyous celebration;
I was in love and filled with,
elation for the sticky, gooey,
sweet, meditation-in-my-mouth.
Nothing in life can compare to its’ mind-bending aroma; I would bathe in it if I had enough, to do so.
I have shared it with so many; family, friends, pets with,
Never one complaint; fully convinced that it was the ultimate, sanity in a world gone mad.
The day that researchers proclaimed its’,
“medicinal value”; I celebrated with a semi-sweet toast to this, food of the gods; my ambrosia; never looking back.
Tears falling like raindrops,
In a storm of doom.
My heart breaks as I look into your eyes,
I hear what your saying,
But not quite believing it,
As you tell me you love another.
Even though I see a glimmer,
Of hope but with no words I walk away.
The days go by I'm learning to be alone,
To be without you.
So playing softball is my release,
Across the field I see her,
She waves and I don't.
I pitch striking her out,
She looks at me with tears in her eyes.
I am confused not quite understanding.
I find out after the game,
From one of her friends,
She was undercover and,
The threat was against me.
A death threat!!
They convicted her 3 days ago ,
I bow my head crying,
Thinking what she did for me.
I look and see her running across the field,
Right into my arms.
I kiss her and,
She says I'm so sorry baby,
I couldn't chance it.
Your the love of my life,
I smile saying, yes.
I tell her but you will always,
Be the keeper of my heart.
April 5—Get a sport into a poem!
Make Baseball Great Again!
It is time
to make American baseball
Great again
starting with creating a worldwide
baseball competition
with each season
with the national champions
competing in a World Cup World Series
with the final round pitting the
North American Champions
against the winners of Africa,
Asian, Europe, and South America
with the final rounds
best of seven
always held in the U.S.
The other things to do
include rapid expansion plans
including the MLB teams
adopting local schools and colleges
fully funding baseball programs
and only hiring college graduates.
as players.
and making tickets affordable
no more than ten dollars per game!
if they do this,
we can make baseball
once again the best sport
in the U.S.
Let’s all join together
to make baseball great again!