The Clubhouse’s Haiku

by Stephen Jones

My season . . . now done
My ballpark empty of life
My heart waits for Spring

 


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Hope of the Hot Stove League

by George Bowering

My fantasy team
gets worse and worser.
I hope I get to
draft Max Scherzer.

George Bowering is the author of more than 100 books. In 2002, he was named Canada’s first Parliamentary Poet Laureate.

 


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New Genius on Scene

by the Village Elliott

G.M. Billy Beane’s trading blunder,
Rent the A’s, “Money Ball” asunder.
.     Now new genius on scene
.     Is across the Bay seen;
Brian Sabean stole Beane’s thunder.

 


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On the Death of Baseball (1994/2014)

by Holly L. McEntyre

I spent my childhood
.        learning to tell
.        balls from strikes and
.        rejoicing over 6-4-3
double plays.

Memorizing the names and positions
.        of all “my” players,
.        watching my Montreal Expos “win some, lose some”
.        at Jarry Park,
copying their signatures from baseball cards
.        into my little red scrapbook.

Belting out two anthems
.        at “The Big ‘O’”
Proud of my country,
.        and of Canada,
and of the great North American game.

In the film version
.        of “Shoeless Joe”
James Earl Jones
.        tells us
that baseball is
.        the one constant,
baseball is America.

When baseball is ruined,
destroyed for the masses
.        by the few
.        wealthy enough
to own
.        those who
.        play for pay,
What does this say
.        about our constant,
What does this say
.        about our country?

It says
that even though a boy can
.        “have a catch” with his father,
although Mo’Ne Davis “throws
.        like a girl” at 70 MPH,
we have struck out,
because “Field of Dreams”
is just a movie, the “American Dream”
is just a myth, and
baseball
is just a game.

 


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Off-Season Fan

by the Village Elliott

Though Giants’ parade took fans higher,
We now must see what Jints require
.   To retain gonfalon
.   Before teams’ core is gone,
As we sit by hot stove’s relit fire.

Though each season team questions his heft,
Playoffs prove Pablo Sandoval’s deft,
.    Since shown on him they count,
.    To resign, paramount!
Who’d play hot corner if Panda left?

 


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On the Death of Baseball (1994/2014)

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