As in many,many poems and novels
Baseball is something that defines the American people
Thinking of the season ahead
Realizing that I did not watch my health carefully when young
Happy to make it to 63
And happy to watch the New York Metropolitans in their quest
for glory
I was a catcher
"for a little while"
I did alright
The whole story
is "for a little while"
as day become night
I have been a loyal fan
of the NY Mets
So place your bets
As last season they held first base
"for a little while"
Things are not always what they seem to be
Often they are not
As the NY fans fill the stands
Hoping for the best
from their favorite team
Too many innings full of zeros
So put out your popcorn
and your beer
For the Metropolitans are here !
Only "for a little while"
And a home game will make us smile
Been a fan of the New York Metropolitans
since the beginning
The early teams were hapless
Leading Casey S to ask
"Can anybody here play the game?"
This year they started out 10 and 1 -
a record rarely matched in baseball
New manager , new hopes
They managed to take the series in 1969 and 1986
so this season hopefully they can turn it around
Teh best thing t be is a Mets fan
Even though hey are sinking now
I still support them
And all the New York teams
In the exhibition game today
The Mets are battling the Yankees
I remember the early Mets
Kranepool and Hunt come to mind
Baseball defines this country
As it did in the movie "Field of Dreams"
I read in a men's magazine
that a ballplayer made it into a prestigious poetry magazine
The years come and go
A new season starts
Battle on O Mets
for your fans are legion
I'm sure readers out ther e
will
also
write
poems - possibly stories
about the
New York Metropolitans
Sitting here listening to
a baseball game on my radio
I feel the joy of a new autumn
The season of the high holidays
Halloween and leaves changing colors
The season of the high holidays
Halloween and leaves changing color
The season of the world series and football
The brutal heat of
the New York City is gone
Cold breezes caress our mortal frames
My team - the New York Metropolitans
are winning
I feel like I will
be a winner this season, too
A season with a new lover, hopefully
I've got women on my mind this fall
Sitting here writing verse
feeling a tinge of anticipation
This late September afternoon
on New York's Lower East side
I feel like I will
Sitting here listening to
baseball game on my radio
I feel the joy of the new season
Halloween and leaves changing
color
The season of the World Series
and football
The brutal heat of
the New York City summer
is gone
Cool breezes blow across our mortal frames
My team - the New York Metropolitans
are winning
I feel like I will
be a winner this season, too
A season with a new lover - hopefully
I've got women on my mind this fall
Sitting here writing verse
feeling a bit of anticipation
In late September on
New York's Lower East Side
Here is an ode
directed at fans
of the New York
Metropolitans
They won yesterday
5 -1 and remain at the top of their division
That is great!
Have you not yet checked out
their box scores yet
but I will
No students have
arrived here yet
in the ESL lab
where I sit awaiting them
But I dream of those who
attempt to
make it into the "show"
My hat's off to them
The mighty N.Y. Metropolitans
went down to defeat
A small matter compared to
the terrible tragedy in Nepal
But I think it still matters
The damn Yankees defeated them
I am from Brooklyn
where memories of the Brooklyn Dodgers
still resonate
and the sun shines down
on Keyspan Park
Home of the class A Brooklyn Cyclones
Whom I am going to see this year
and will enjoy thoroughly
I used conversational poetry here and my own style of verse. Also I used the technique of memory - remembering a novel I read about baseball and the tales told by my relatives about their memories of the game.
The heat of the
midday sun keeps me indoors
But soon the day begins to turn into
poetry
as evening rolls in
I see an old friend when
I step outside
We chat about baseball
The New York Metropolitans
went down to defeat
Just a gam
Sometimes I think life is just a game
But poetry reminds me
there is another side
to life
One glimpsed between
the words
each ode I write
contains the key to escaping
the dullness of "absolute reality"
The space between the silence
and the word
is a space we can use for
transcendence
Every line of poetry has the power
to "drive the fingernail into the heart"
Keep up the good work, poetic sisters and brothers
The flow from your pens
is magic incarnate
You can touch the inner being
of all your readers
if you express
your innermost feeling, dreams, and wishes
on the page
One feels so alive
at baseball games
You are a part
of something there
Something bigger
than yourself
As a Mets fan
I feel myself as
a piece in the urban puzzle
A member of the urban tribe
Joining in the
cheering for the
Metropolitans
helps the masses to release
their stress
which has been created
by urban life - even if last season the team
didn't fare well
last season
The loyal fans
stuck with them
till the end
Loyal fans such as myself
see the Mets
as the descendants
of the
New York Giants and Brooklyn Dodgers
a team all New Yorkers
can embrace wholly
A team you can yell yourself hoarse for
Through the cold winter
there are no green diamonds
to gaze upon
But we New Yorkers know
that the sound of "Play Ball" will
soon usher in
another 162 games
for the New York Metropolitans
Our hometown heroes
n
Friends with the great Hank G.
Quite a good hitter himself
Announced for the NY Metropolitans
I support all the New York teams
The Amazings
a team which
has won two championships
Ralph Kiner
Announcer - man who dated Liz Taylor
Man who has now gone to his rest
Ralph Kiner
Now I see
that
World Series time
has arrived
Seems to me that something
is missing there
The NY Mets
aren't in it
As a fan from their inception
I remember Mr. Stengel and Art Shamsky(Another Jewish Ballplayer - great)
Kranepool - who never quite lived up to his potential
but made a stout try at first
Banner day - a lot of fun
Holding up a sparkle strewn "We love the Mets" sign
After Ebbets Field
After Shea Stadium
there is now Citifield
Where the New York Metropolitans will
will take over the green fields
Onward O Metropolitans
Your multitude of fans
await your entrance
As spring comes
around again
It brings the scent of flowers
and a thousand, thousand fans - a great multitude
Hoping and praying
for a victorious season
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