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Enclosed Rhyme Sonnet: The 27 Club
A painted desert from a simple stone,
Act sans, singer storms, own closeted world,
Head o'er heels life strung noose tied to be whirled,
A dispersal sorts of the world well known.
Up versus downscale, winner takes it all,
a marginal few knew, a world of shock,
cycle bludgeoned to a paradox,
'tis headlines for papers always printed small.
Number two is "new," seven "beginnings."
struggles one's outreach midst angels that call,
sorry wrong number as one lost cause fall,
home runs to strikeouts, no extra innings,
Twenty-seven club, dying to get in,
If membership's denied, just keep smilin'.
2022 August 27
*3rd Place*
the 27 club
~~Anthony Biaanco: Judged 2022 September 27
Categories:
strikeouts, dark, death, sad,
Form: Sonnet
With all due respect to the late Mr. Fregosi,
he was one of the best infielders anyone could see.
However, his later years were plagued with injury.
Jim became involved in the most lopsided trade in history.
The New York Mets were involved in a pennant chase.
They needed a competent player to cover third base.
New York traded a right hander who could have been their ace.
Off went Nolan Ryan to the Angels in California.
He turned out to be the best pitcher in America.
With over seven thousand strikeouts and seven no-hitters to his name,
Ryan was worthy of entrance to the Hall of Fame.
This was a hard pill to swallow for fans of the Mets.
All of them look back on this trade with regrets.
Categories:
strikeouts, baseball, history,
Form: Rhyme
Never had the courage to say,
"Hi Beautiful, will you go to bed with me?"
My face would probably get slapped
But as they say in baseball
many strikeouts for a Home Run.
Categories:
strikeouts, baseball, humorous,
Form: Tanka
Sitting on this bench For an entire season Committed no errors No strikeouts No sure what`s the reason Made love to the manager`s daughter In the dugout Before the game Maybe this is the answer Where I should be putting the blame Thought I hit a home run When I heard her scream Always knew You were the best on the team Seems the old man Was in earshot of this Told me Your benched For going beyond the first kiss Well I guess There is always next year No more homeruns in the dugout When the old man is near
Categories:
strikeouts, baseball, old, old,
Form: Rhyme
He is a San Diego native southpaw.
One of the best young pitchers I ever saw.
The Phillies chose him first in 2002.
In 2006 was his big league debut.
He has made his presence felt with all the teams.
He can baffle the best of hitters, it seems.
With wins and strikeouts, he will be the team’s ace.
Nobody can knock “King Cole” out of his place.
He will be pitching with many home crowd cheers.
May he delight Phillies fans for many years.
Categories:
strikeouts, dedication, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Say Hey Jason Bay
Where'd it go astray
used to roar like lion and now you just bray
Let us Pray
Give me a break with your headache and your practice hitting sessions
after 8o mill it,s too late for in season lessons
It,s Summer Time and by now your numbers should be lofty
instead we get another scoop of a second-rate Mr. Softee
your time has been numbered since the day of your hire
time to try your balancing act on the league,s waiver wire
Your not Mays not Steve Henderson not even Lee Mazzili
Even King Kong Kingman,s strikeouts were never this silly
as a Pirate and a Red Sox you were never in such a rut
Go away wayward stray
the epitome of a New York Mutt
Categories:
strikeouts, sports, time, time,
Form: I do not know?
Your fabulous career started in Minnesota.
It ended many years later in California.
Your statistics included sixty lifetime shutouts.
You had over three thousand seven hundred strikeouts.
A power right-hander considered among the best,
your accomplishments placed you above much of the rest.
Well Bert, despite your amazing prowess for the game,
I cannot believe you have not made the Hall of Fame.
Your lack of recognition appears as quite a shame.
With two hundred eighty-seven wins in your career,
you had a lot more than many other pitchers here.
Why don’t I see your plaque? The reason is hardly clear.
Like many others who follow the game of baseball,
I want to see your name enshrined in Cooperstown’s Hall.
Bert Blyleven was finally elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame this year after thirteen
straight years of unsuccessful attempts. He will be enshrined later on this summer.
I wrote this poem back in 2004.
Categories:
strikeouts, dedication, sports
Form: Rhyme