Baseball And Writing

Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting
and baseball is like writing.
You can never tell with either
how it will go
or what you will do;
generating excitement--
a fever in the victim--
pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter.
Victim in what category?
Owlman watching from the press box?

Baseball Canto

Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
and demolish the barbarian invaders.
When the San Francisco Giants take the field
and everybody stands up for the National Anthem,
with some Irish tenor's voice piped over the loudspeakers,
with all the players struck dead in their places
and the white umpires like Irish cops in their black suits and little

Baseball's Sad Lexicon

These are the saddest of possible words:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Trio of Bear-cubs, fleeter than birds,
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double --
Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.

A Ballad Of Baseball Burdens

The burden of hard hitting. Slug away
Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb.
Else fandom shouteth: "Who said you could play?
Back to the jasper league, you minor slob!"
Swat, hit, connect, line out, goet on the job.
Else you shall feel the brunt of fandom's ire
Biff, bang it, clout it, hit it on the knob -
This is the end of every fan's desire.

The burden of good pitching. Curved or straight.

Analysis Of Baseball

It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
Ball hits
bat, or it
hits mitt.
Bat doesn’t
hit ball, bat
meets it.


The game was tied in the bottom of nine
A runner on third and two out
In the dead still air a mosquito's whine
Was all you could hear, then a shout

"Do something Ben, murder the ball,
For crying out loud get a hit."
Ben strode to the plate to answer the call
The now restless fans knew this was it

Dream of a Baseball Star

I dreamed Ted Williams
leaning at night
against the Eiffel Tower, weeping.

He was in uniform
and his bat lay at his feet
- knotted and twiggy.

'Randall Jarrell says you're a poet! ' I cried.
'So do I! I say you're a poet! '

Baseball: Opening Day

Muggy today, a
pop of the mitt, a whiff of
the grass, swish of the
bat in the April air,
and two little words: 'Play ball! '


Your diaphanous neglige, wrinkled, wadded in your purse
like your intentions.
My sycophantish responses kept latent as well.
We both know what we want but won't bring it to light
for fear of the moths of destruction
that might flutter about it.
Yet we still stick together like the needle
that intravenously delivers life to the junkie.
Simeltaneously we become bruised
like track marks.

Baseball...The New Rules. (Waltz Wave Poem)

no first base
run straight
then through third
a headfirst dive

Domestic Exorcism With A Baseball Bat...(Humor) *

Was the same dull nite
All over agin.
Comforter cozy.
Ice cream gone.

'Will ya shut up! !
Ya wrekin ma movie!
Quit floppin aroun, and
Get the flies out ya mouth!

Orientation To Baseball

A reply to aficionados of other sports who ask,
'How can you like baseball? '

Baseball is a Duke's game in July
picking popcorn from a striped container, imbibing beer
consuming your own comestibles.
It's friends, colors, brilliance of New Mexico light
followed by a temperature-perfect evening.
It's not the movies or the theater where a cough is out of place.
It assumes relaxation, embodies 'casual.'

Baseball Love

Love, what is it
Now days love
Is like the game baseball
You play it to get to first base
Then you slide on into second and third
Next thing you know love
Becomes the ball in the game
It gets thrown all around you
Until you make it to a homerun
You think that love is the greatest thing in the

Listening To Baseball In The Nevada Desert

You know the joy
of scanning radio stations
while driving a vast,
uninhabited area at night,

picking up faraway voices
talking only to you...

I just tuned into
a baseball game somewhere,

Baseball In Heaven

Young Bert and Kent were baseball nuts
and played it all the time.
They were, of course, quite good at it,
since each was in his prime.

One day Bert said, "I wonder, friend,
if when this life is through,
they'll have baseball in heaven there?
Oh, I hope that is true! "

Baseball: That 'Ol Dh Debate

'It's absurd to expect the fans to pay good money &
watch a guy who can't generate an average in three
figures, ' say some, while balancing a bullpen

deep w/ a bench full of old guys who can man a
stick, fit
guys w/ football-addled shoulders who

bloop singles and slice doubles &
run the bases, or a

'Met'aphorically Speaking - (The 2015 Baseball World Series)

“Baseball is a metaphor for life, ”
Saith Kohelith.
“No, life is a metaphor for baseball; ”
Thus spake Zarathustra.

As in life,
So in baseball,
Everything can change
In a moment.
Glee becomes sorrow

The Old Baseball Field

Haven't walked here in a year—last time
it was all dug into World War I-like trenches,
pipes beside each, waiting to be installed.

I'd railed, from my mental trench, against the company
for ruining this green place along the bike path,
this oasis where I used to lie on my back
watching the clouds move or the daylight dim.

Now it's pristine again, the holes filled in,

Baseball And Life

Baseball ain’t just a game
Ask any fan, it’s a way of life
Life and Baseball, so much the same
Similarly filled with fun and strife

Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two out
Score tied, full count on the batter
He knows, at that moment, with out a doubt
If he fails to hit, nothing in life will matter


We were only farm team
not "good enough" to
make big Little League
with its classic uniforms
deep lettered hats.
But our coach said
we were just as good
maybe better
so we played
the Little League champs