Short Cleats Poems
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At eighty-seven well past my prime
Can you believe it no long can rhyme
Even Shelly and Keats
Have hung up their cleats
Each had hoped for a life more sublime
In heat and dust
With rafters, bare,
My dormant past
Sits neatly stacked:
Those baseball cleats,
Texts obsolete,
Her wedding gown,
Their baby crib,
It all wrapped up
With dim gray light
And cherished in
My memory.
Deep and true the cove
of azure blue and moss green
welcoming my ship
A dock floats ahead
with worm rotted wood planks
and tarnished brass cleats
Stay the anchor deep
among the rocks and coral
bring about the bow
Venture not to shore
The real beauty lies beneath
the calm seas surface
All in the Game
a call to the
bullpen by time
warner
tie your cleats by
florsheim
everything in
moderation by red
label vodka
plan ahead by forest
lawn
and beneath the
glittering
twittering
insta- scat game
show reverie
an absolutely
electrifying,
stupefying timeless
wonder
a baseball game
walk off win
dodgers 1 padres 0
There’s a fungus among us
It’s funky no doubt.
It’s creepy, it’s crawly
and I’m quite put out.
Tennis shoes, Gym shoes,
Golf and football cleats.
Snow shoes, walking shoes,
rain shoes and sleets
Running shoes, Sunday shoes
Bedroom shoes galore
All strung out and stinky
In your room on the floor
© Mar 11 2010 Charles Henderson
Somewhere
Somewhere there’s a baseball
Shivering in the cold
Somewhere there’s a baseball glove
Afraid of growing old.
Somewhere there’s a baseball bat
Some weary cleats and sweat stained hat.
Somewhere there’s a baseball field
Beneath snow’s winter fall
Somewhere dreaming children
Hear the umpire shout
“Play Ball”.
John G. Lawless
We pulled it off
Dusted cleats, victory flag
Brandished on history's ceiling
Raising the tide of moral triumph
Gathered from warming hours of dawn
Hope for health and success
New homes and affluent spirit
Finding our way
Among thorns and battalions
Lions prevail with timeless ascent
New comers to corridors and luminous halls
Ready to grab rightful piece of the action
Somewhere there’s a baseball
Shivering in the cold
Somewhere there’s a baseball glove
Afraid of growing old.
Somewhere there’s a baseball bat
Some weary cleats - sweat stained hat.
Somewhere there’s a baseball field
Beneath snow’s winter fall
Somewhere dreaming children
Hear the umpire shout
“Play Ball”.
John G. Lawless
submitted to – Batter Up – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi
No one predicted snow yesterday
but it came down heavy anyway.
Backyard birds sheltered
under any shelter they could.
Later that day
I put cleats on my boots
and duck-walked out
across the deep crisp and even.
I needed bread for my jam,
I needed to breathe-in
the deep freeze
because only sky and Ice
can unclog
the kind of brain-blockage
writers get
when they are constipated
by too warm a mind fog.
the bass line is woman walking
talking kissing making love
the bass line is a fish in stripes
a hook in time the bass line
is eadg its almost easy
a bass line
next to the beat
has feet is a woman walking
alone in her thoughts that no one sees
her desires a bass line
in brass a woman walking
her heels clicking
a cat on fire
sweeping brushing beats
cleats hushing echoes her steps
boots ***** cats hips
darkness lions a bass line
The crack of the bat
but no crackerjacks
The game we held dear
without a beer or a cheer
The ball sails into the stands
where it's empty of fans
Radios pick up the players talk
and their cleats as they walk
The 'boys in the booth'
may not be long in the tooth
Yet once-exciting plays
just don't thrill or amaze
"The runner slides into home!" --
where we watch all alone
Sigh... The 'old ball game'
~ is just not the same
With the collapse of your cleats
A city's spirit rallies behind you
The heart of a champion beats
You brought pride and hope too
We needed you more than you know
Pay no attention to the news
You're a firefly with a glow
Like gravity drawn to your moves
Focused forward and beaming bright
A wink of the future you will achieve
Lead the way, shine your light
The team is entrusted, We believe
Dedicated to RG3
Quarterback of my Washington Redskins
Life Isn't What It Used To Be.
Life isn't what it used to be with
unicorns and rainbows,
tutus and painted toes.
Life isn't what it used to be with
dragons and dinosaurs,
cleats and bruised cores.
Life isn't what it used to be because not it's
college parties and heavy drinks
Life isn't what it used to be because now it's
late dinners and filled sinks
Life isn't what it used to be because now
memories of the goof ole times tear me
apart every time I rethink.