Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
by Stephen Jones
Anticipation’s eyes locked
pitcher-to-batter batter-to-pitcher
catcher & umpire the close-ended
joint of a bright green fan laid down
spread open warning track edged
& in an outfield’s groomed grass
a leather glove thumped waiting
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Posted 6/29/2009
Words and music by Tom Rinaldi
(Scroll down to play the MP3)
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There’s something about looking out on a big field of green
A diamond, four bases, and ninety feet in-between
The players go ‘round with their pant legs rolled up to their knees
The smell of fresh peanuts ‘a roasting is caught in the breeze
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Let’s go to the ball park
I haven’t been in a while
I used to watch my favorite slugger
Knock that baseball a mile
Let’s go to the ball park
Let’s be kids again
Hot dogs with mustard
And frozen custard
Just like it was back then
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The magic allure of the game is as pure as the snow
With nicknames like Lefty and Dizzy and Murderer’s Row
And nothing’s as pretty as watching the infield “get two”
Or watching a pop up fall out of a big sky of blue
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Repeat Chorus
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Where else can you go
Where they stop the show
Two-thirds of the way
Just to stretch and sing a song
Before they continue to play?
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[audio:http://bardball.com/audio/01 Track 1.mp3]Repeat Chorus
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Posted 6/5/2009
by Stephen Jones
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Slower than a slider
the sun the breeze today
a wild pitch of weather is
The sky settled in May’s dugout
a month’s sun-and-cloud teaming
. . . and what of defense?
We’ll see large bulky clouds
crouch, the sun concuss
& diamond dreams evolve.
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For more of Stephen’s poetry and photographs, check out his blog.
Posted 6/1/2009
by Stephen Jones
All the marbles explosive
shuttled day-to-day each
& every swing a pitch
changing now the switch
to summer to the hard ball
arcing high a home run.
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For more of Stephen’s poetry and photographs, check out his blog.
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Posted 5/29/2009.