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Posted on 05/23/07
Published in Uncategorized | Link to this poem | 36 Comments
brian backman wrote,
Jim,
Thought you would like to know your web-site was mentioned in a Free Press article by Ernie Harwell a few weeks ago.
Link | October 15th, 2007 at 7:31 pm
annie d. wrote,
just making y’all aware, in case you weren’t already, of the joe torre haiku “contest” going on at http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/10/19/joe-torre-haiku-contest/
Link | October 24th, 2007 at 2:46 am
Joyce A. Fenech wrote,
Jim:
Just want to thank you first of all for writing “The Silver Lining or Atleast the Yankees Lost”. It clearly
expressed my sentiments along with the sentiments of most other Tiger Fans I know. And second of all for sending the autographed copy! I’m looking for the appropriate frame. My husband is a huge Yankee Fan, I of course am not. But rest assured it will be hung proudly in a place of honor!Thanks Again!
Link | October 27th, 2007 at 3:35 am
Gene Carney wrote,
Just found your site, thanx to my daughter (who found your postcard in a Seattle store). I wrote most of my baseball poetry before the Selig Strike of 94-95 … some is in “Romancing the Horsehide” (McFarland, 1993) and more coming out this spring in A BASEBALL FAMILY ALBUM — see
http://www.pocolpress.com/getBookDetail.php?bookID=000033
Are you in any way connected (yet) to SABR (www.sabr.org) which has a national network of folks devoted in various ways to baseball & the arts?
Or to the Baseball Reliquary? Or the L.A. Bards?
GC
Link | March 22nd, 2008 at 2:05 am
surlyh wrote,
Jim-
Love the site. I’ll send you a few lines one of these days.
surlyh
Link | June 5th, 2008 at 11:04 pm
Inforerse wrote,
I can get boistrous with my sensitive heat Fresh joke! Which side of a dog has the most hair? The out side.
Link | October 26th, 2008 at 6:27 pm
Cvecukje wrote,
Thanks!,
Link | December 13th, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Thomas M. McDade wrote,
Would you publish this haiku composed by my wife?
David Wright
David wright does not
Succumb to injured digit
Whether hand or foot
Carol S. McDade
Link | March 19th, 2009 at 4:59 pm
patrick hogan wrote,
Jerry Manuel
optimism waning
rain without a cloud
Link | July 13th, 2009 at 12:14 pm
Anthony Salazar wrote,
Pay-Rod left our town
To seek fame and great fortune
Pity his poor choices
Link | August 10th, 2009 at 6:13 pm
Patrick Hogan wrote,
David wright concussed
the mark of Cain on his head
is he disabled?
Link | August 16th, 2009 at 1:52 pm
sandrar wrote,
Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog.
Cheers! Sandra. R.
Link | September 10th, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Stephen Jones wrote,
A BASEBALL POEM
A foul off the bat
is simply that recovered
then
handed off to younger hands
an exchange a part of history
Link | September 21st, 2009 at 4:08 am
Edmund Conti wrote,
Here is a baseball riddle I made up. I sent it to Tim McCarver who said it was too easy. Is it? We know Tim is smart.
At some point during a scoreless game Team A scores one run. Thereafter each team scores 2 runs in its inning until the game is over. Who wins?
Link | May 13th, 2011 at 6:48 pm
James Finn Garner wrote,
I’m gonna say Team A, but I’m probably wrong, Batman.
Link | May 14th, 2011 at 5:16 pm
Edmund Conti wrote,
Here’s a hint. The team that just finished batting is always one run ahead. So the tean that bats last wins.
Link | May 14th, 2011 at 6:49 pm
Edmund Conti wrote,
Nice, Ed, I could feel it. Even if was the Yankees and not the Red Sox and Fenway Park.
Link | May 15th, 2011 at 8:17 pm
Edmund Conti wrote,
DiMAGGIOs IN THE OUTFIELD
Fungos
and fongools.
Link | May 24th, 2011 at 1:51 am
Edmund Conti wrote,
May the Blue Jay of Happiness Fly Up Your Nose
Is pitching a sport or an art?
Reyes lost twenty-eight straight
Which isn’t that great
But all in all it’s a start.
Link | May 26th, 2011 at 2:08 am
Stephen Jones wrote,
The Yankees/Mariano Rivera
I guess there’s a question of ageing
Waging within this team
Locker room the tabloids & else wise
Whatever it is a chatter ream
But tell me how Mariano Rivera
Now still scares batters?
How one pitch delivered
To perfection crafted over years
Still splinters ash
& confounds?
After a record 1000 games
His home still the mound
Link | May 26th, 2011 at 6:05 pm
Edmund Conti wrote,
Maybe This Time (Hah!)
Th Red Sox started off in slings
But now they’re in the thick of things.
This is the team that I remember–
Giving us hope until September.
Link | May 28th, 2011 at 3:09 pm
Edmund Conti wrote,
Pretty impressive preceding Jim Daniels in the line-up. Now, if I can just get on base…
Link | June 5th, 2011 at 1:05 am
michael x. ferraro wrote,
James: Love your site. Discovered it late last season while writing poems for this new book…
https://www.createspace.com/pub/community/give.review.do?id=1082778
Will send some originals your way this season– have seven or eight in the works right now. Would love it if you find “Tased & Amused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season” worthy of mention.
Best,
mxf
Link | June 9th, 2011 at 5:50 am
Edmund Conti wrote,
for mxf–
Don’t tease us
Or tase us.
Just please us,
Amaze us.
Link | June 9th, 2011 at 11:42 pm
Edmund Conti wrote,
Fourth of July
Doubleheader.
Third inning. Second game.
This is where I came in.
Link | July 4th, 2011 at 4:17 pm
Stephen Jones wrote,
INSTANT REPLAY
Baseball & fallability?
A sport of humanity
Of human error
Of endless furor
“He’s safe! He’s out!”
But baseball is not
An exercise in replay
Whatever current sway
Complained during
Winter months expectation
& lifetime dreams
Caring little for precision
Just passion
(More for the argument
“He’s safe! He’s out!”)
Link | August 2nd, 2011 at 12:57 am
Edmund Conti wrote,
,,,and the Living is Easy
The Sox are our team says the Bahd
Plus the students who haunt Hahvahd Yahd.
Just enjoy if you wish
This great summery dish.
By autumn, you know, we’ll get scrod.
Link | August 8th, 2011 at 12:34 am
P Douglas K wrote,
Roses are Red
and lightening bugs glow
Just leave the game
Zam-Bra-No
(1 minute poem on a $5 bet)
Link | August 18th, 2011 at 5:58 pm
P Douglas K wrote,
Marisa Tomei is quite the fox
BUT
Jim Thome’s got 600 knocks
Link | August 22nd, 2011 at 8:13 pm
Stephen Jones wrote,
Mantle
An Oklahoma flash
Out of “shucks” and a beer can
He swung for pleasure
Link | August 30th, 2011 at 6:29 am
Roderic Nelson wrote,
It’s All About New York City
The Blue of the Bums, the Orange of the Jints and the interlocking NY,
The Mets cap was designed to reflect Big Apple baseball historicity.
Why not wear FDNY or PDNY on 9/11? It’s all about New York City.
The Blue of the Bums, the Orange of the Jints and the interlocking NY.
Joe’s dad walked a Brooklyn beat, but still Bud pinned it on Torre.
He walked out when he was dissed by The Boss, so seriously – what’s the real story?
The Blue of the Bums, the Orange of the Jints and the interlocking NY.
The design is now, of course, officially MLB licenced apparel.
It’s yours for just $29.95, but it won’t save you when your life is in peril.
The Blue of the Bums, the Orange of the Jints and the interlocking NY.
Like the horror of that day ten years ago, we’re left to wonder who’s responsible and why.
Link | September 14th, 2011 at 12:48 pm
George Bowering wrote,
I’ll never see his like again,
My favourite hitter, Ferris Fain.
In London, Amsterdam and Paris,
They talk of nothing else but Ferris.
He always managed to amaze,
This handsome batsman of the A’s.
Link | November 3rd, 2011 at 12:19 am
Pseud à Nîmes wrote,
Glowering at Bowering by Pseud à Nîmes
New York, London, Paris, Munich
Everybody talk about, mmm….
Pop music, aye, and news and sport
But to bardball blast, we must retort
From the bleachers, and godly seats
Loving testimonies – and testy tweets
Au contraire, in Europe there is but little
Interest – like our economy, entirely brittle
In our excitement, we do refrain
From all small talk, of one Ferris Fain
Unknown to us, across the Golden Pond
In our view, his sport just a frond
Of the nascent game we called rounders
Those damn Yankees – cads and bounders!
Note :
In response to George Bowering’s ‘Ferris Fain’.
Totally tongue-in-cheek!
And I’m sure London, Amsterdam and Paris are well represented place names in the US!
Link | November 7th, 2011 at 12:03 pm
Ron Kaplan wrote,
A Mets Fan’s Lament
Reyes gone.
Life goes on.
New woes take
time to bake.
Now Johan
can’t pitch/can?
Either way,
sad to say,
fans don’t care,
won’t be there.
“Citifield,
where Mets yield.”
Money’s tight
wallet’s light.
Can’t pay loans,
Wilpon phones
MLB
just to see
if they can
find a plan.
Get some jocks
with high socks,
shirts tucked in
after win.
Will Dave Wright
now take flight?
Song of swan,
“Reyes gone.”
Link | December 14th, 2011 at 3:06 pm
Art Gomez wrote,
They Are The Boys Of Summer
They are the boys of summer promise in spring
A World if they can make it
Beginning their perennial journey
To repeat the bounty of past
Or quest for the yet unfulfilled
Knowing the only known is the unknown
The boys are mixed of hurlers and battery mates
Speed demons and some thunder
Mighty cracks and broken bats catch the eye
Of mentor, coach and locker bums
Of spectators ready for play
In their spring these boys of summer stand out
Their numbers thin as play begins to reject
Only so many chances
To prove they belong and will contribute
To the team that becomes family
To the family of fans who root
And wish to leave day’s worry at the gate
They are the boys of summer into the grind
Day after night in the park
A series of Series upon Series
Sacrifice and personal feats
Bring thrill or grief, sorrow or joy
Streaks and slides and stats will tell the story
The boys write a chapter every summer day
Each pitch, each hit, each error
Recorded forever to be compared
With summer boys who came before
Are here now and those yet to be
Shared history in kind and harsh beauty
Boys of summer simmer heat beat and battle
As Cobb said, “It’s like a war”
With an accounting of those left to die
Stranded on the no-way-back path
Failing teammate summer warriors
Victory is in bringing your boys home
Some boys of summer now reach second season
Leave the fallen in autumn
Top standings will boast and wild cards may toast
Now is the time the true live for
The summer glory is memory
The sweat and toil prelude to the pennant
They are the boys of autumn who were tested
All those days and all those plays
Brought them to the brink of the Promised Land
Time to be better than before
Being good enough to get here
Means nothing as the game begins once more
The culmination of the last two standing
The Series to end it all
The best of the best fight to the last out
Cheers and champagne for the victors
Tears and pain for those so close
Summer boys come home to dream of next year
©opyright 2011
Link | December 24th, 2011 at 7:08 pm
adam wrote,
Please check out my poem at: http://authspot.com/poetry/those-st-louis-cards-of-2011/
Link | February 2nd, 2012 at 9:04 pm