When someone mentions limericks, I am sure 99% of you out there automatically think of a man from Nantucket. Yes, then lend themselves to jokes, which might be why I was inspired to try some while watching Perez pitch and Murphy field. However, there is more to them than that and in my constant pursuit to try new... Continue Reading →
I wrote this in high school...My only explaination is that ee cummings was my favorite poet at the time. However, there is a reason behind how each part is written. The catcher comes to bat one out Pitcher due up next Pinch hitter Swing and a miss Two outs Down by four One out left Left-fielder... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine scored me a ticket for the Mets home opener at Citi Field. As thanks, I promised her a tribute to Rusty, her favorite player. I also don't want to talk about tonights game. So, a tribute to Rusty in Spenserian Sonnet form is below. It is also my first attempt at a sonnet... Continue Reading →
It was the bottom of the ninth, home team at bat, World Championship hopes were about to fall flat. The fifth-place hitter came up with hope in his eye, But was quickly retired on a short pop fly. The next hopeful batter swung, giving it his all, But only came up with an easy, routine,... Continue Reading →
Baseball Styles Poems are a style I created where there are three stanzas with three lines in each and three words per line. First pitch high, Second pitch low, Pitcher lost rhyme. He aims high, It bounces low, All but sublime. Another ball high, That goes low, Catcher calls time. ------------------- Center’s his field, Catching... Continue Reading →
STRIKE ONE! I can’t believe, It’s left up to me. This is no fun, This game in the sun. STRIKE TWO! They will shun me, If we lose, see? I must get a hit, Or we’ll only get a bit. BALL ONE! I’ll use this bit of tree, To get a hit off thee. This... Continue Reading →
Spring training is just barely a few games old, When up my spine ran a shiver so cold. Santana and elbow and sore and missed start Are words in one story that could break my heart. In the last two years, these stories have played for the worse, Even as officials say "Don’t worry, we’ll... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 