OriginalPoetry.com 6/5/2009 Challenge

I thought today we'd go for something a little different than I think anyone is writing about. In honor of summer and our national passtime:

Take Me Out The Ballpark

Enjoy!

-Papa Paczki

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This a bit different as well, and I'm not really sure where its going, but it came to me so here it is:

In reverence, in mourning, I bowed my head
And listened whilst The Grand Poet said,
“The art of Allusion and Reference is dead.”
Thank God we still have the ballparks.


BDI

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Baseball Game

Its the bottom of the first and I am up
A strike, a ball or a walk?
I get up to bat and i knew this was it
I got under the ball and back home again

Not once but twice
That was good enough for me
For I am exceptionaly good at softball
As long as the eye can see

Here we go again
It is the top of the ninth
The score is tied
And its all up to me

A strike, a ball or a walk?
Who knows
I got under the ball and let it fly
Back to home as i let third base pass by

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Poetry Like Baseball

They know my name
I’m in, in the ball game
This is a magical bat
I ‘m sure of that
I’ll hit the ball
they’ll never catch

I have the look in my eye
It’s gonna be hit or sacrifice
I have the flow of power
Like Ty Cobb I‘ll do the job
An immortal slugger
Yes I’m part of that bunch
I’ am known as a clutch

Me and this bat are one
Just like me and the sun
I’m blessed with this baseball boat
I’m ok with a curse give me a goat
I practice perfection with no tension
I relax so my mind is loose
I’ am in tune, so I’ll produce

So what’s your pitch, from your bull pen
You look a little jittery as I step in
You want to walk me
Come on talk to me
Why don’t you take a chance
So I can do my four base dance

You will use your feet as well
Again I the RBI man does it swell
The news papers themselves
are RBI shy to tell

See, I’m true, and baseball clubish
So this baseball poem will be a publish
Like these runs to home plate I shall bring
Fielders stay back on the warning track
MLB should have a drafty
as I take my immortal slinging baty
I think it’s fair
I get the hit
And you get the error



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"Take me out to the Ballpark
Take me out with the crowd"
It doesn't really matter if
The roaring is too loud.

It isn't about ballparks
Or about a jolly time
It's really bout the rhythm
And the phrasing and the rhyme.

I gotta hear that rhythm
Deep inside of me
Did-dah did-dah did-dah de dah
Dee-dee dee-dee de-dee

You get that rhythm going
Deep inside your head
And you can't let go, you cannot stop
And wish that you were dead!

You got to be neurotic
To do this to all the time
But you keep it up, you grind it out
It all ends up in rhyme.

And when it last the day is done
With sweat upon your brow
You wad it in a little ball
And think of purple cows!

("I have never seen a purple cow
I never hope to see one.
But I can tell you anyhow
I'd rather see than be one!")

"Stop it", I scream, "Stop it!
But it does no good to shout,
"There is no joy in Mudville--Mighty Casey has struck out!"



gmcookie

Last edited by gmcookie 06-05-2009 at 11:08:39 PM

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I hold the bat firmly in each of my hands
I hear the cheers and boos coming from the stands
I swing mightily and decide to take a chance
But the only sound that follows is the ripping of my pants.

Standing on the mound, everyone else looks tiny
I look to the catcher, waiting for him to sign me
He does and I wind up, kicking my leg up wildly
But then I throw the ball and it ends up behind me.

Time to try soccer

Last edited by CT 06-05-2009 at 06:42:21 PM

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The Baseball Stadium


We will

We will
Write about the burger
Falling six inches
Into your throat
And the watered down
Soda or beer burning
And hyping up your brain
Get cha t shirt
Get cha funnel cake
Get cha cotton candy
Hip
Hurrah
Hip
Hurrah
It’s the bottom of the ninth
And the writer has
Six seconds to explain
Who wins the game?
Braking ankles chatter
On the metal ceramic bleachers
POW
As the batter
Smashes the ball into
Center field
The crowd cheers
The drum in every ear
Follows there mouth
With cheer
Rock you
Rock you
What a fantastic
Game

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HOME RUN

Sixty seconds and counting
The tension is mounting
Crowd on their feet
Announcers don't miss a beat

It's going, going...
1st base, quickening pace
Around the bend to 2nd place

Going...
3rd in sight
One with the wind and taking flight

Gone...
And the crowd goes wild
It's out of the park!
No foul

It's pandemonium in the dome
As Player of the Day slides into home.


~mdpoetgirl

TAKE ME TO THE BALL GAME

I’M TRAVELLING BACK IN TIME, THE YEAR IS 1878//
BUD FOWLER, THE FIRST PROFESSIONAL TO PLAY ON A TEAM THAT WAS INTEGRATED//
MAY FIRST EIGHTEEN-EIGHTY FOUR, MOSES FLEETWOOD WALKER//
WENT 0-3 WITH TOLEDO AND SHUT UP THE BIG TALKERS//
OCTOBER FIRST, EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AN EIGHTY FIVE//
THE CUBAN GIANTS, LED BY FRANK THOMPSON, BECAME PRO BALL PLAYERS WHO WERE ORGANIZED//
JULY SEVENTEENTH, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND THREE, DAN MCCLELLAN//
THREW UH 5 TA ZIP SHUT OUT VERSUS PENN PARK/ DESPITE BOOIN AN YELLIN//
SEPTEMBER THIRD, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SIX, FOR THOSE WHO DON’T HAVE UH CLUE//
THA FIRST NEGRO CHAMPIONSHIP CUP WENT TO THE PHILADELPHIA GIANTS OVER THE CUBANS, THREE TA TWO//
CHECK YA DATES AN TIMES, AND FOLLOW ME THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEASON’S ROSTER//
THE 1ST SUCCESSFUL NATIONAL NEGRO BASEBALL LEAGUE WAS FORMED BY RUBE FOSTER,
FEBRUARY WAS THE MONTH, THE DAY WAS THE THIRTEENTH//
THE YEAR WAS NINETEEN TWENTY, WHEN THAT EVENT CAME TO BE//
IN 1924 WAS THE FIRST NEGRO BASEBALL WORLD SERIES//
1938, CHET BREWER IS THE FIRST TO ENTER THE MEXICAN LEAGUE/BARRIERS COMING DOWN IS MY THEORY//
JACKIE ROBINSON/THA FIRST BLACK TO CONTRACT IN THE MAJOR LEAGUES IN NINETEEN FOURTY-FIVE//
NINETEEN FOURTY-SEVEN WAS HIS 1ST OF NINETEEN CAREER HOME STEALS/HE WAS FAST AS FLIES//
PEOPLE LIKE, LARRY DOBY, DAN BANKHEAD, SATCHEL PAGE, & SAM LACY//
DON NEWCOMBE, MONTE IRVIN, JOE BLACK & ROY CAMPANELLA, I’M STILL TRACING//
BACK INTO TIME FROM WHERE IT ALL STARTED, TO PAY HOMAGE//
MANY MORE TO MENTION, LIKE ERNIE BANKS WHO SIMPLY ASTONISHED//
ELSTON HOWARD, THE 1ST TO WIN THE AMERICAN LEAGUE M-V-P AWARD//
AND CITO GASTON OF TORONTO PUT 3 WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON THE BOARD//
TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME/BUT DON’T JUST TRY TO FEED ME A BABY RUTH//
I DON’T LIKE CANDY, I GOTTA WISDOM TOOTH THAT SEARCHES THA ROOTS FOR TRUTH//

WRITTEN BY BLASTHEME
6-6-09
Copyright © 2009
All Rights Reserved

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take me out to the ball park
seat there me next to the rest
get me a cold beer and hot dog too
so long as i set there no i wont miss you

and i'm glad, glad, glad that you're gone now you leave ...me...alone!

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But I like Hockey better, the puck should be lime green. Now if I had box seats to baseball
I'm sure it would grow on me.

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Take Me out to the Ballpark

My boyfriend once said
let's go to the game
so to the edge of the cliff we went
and parked till dawn

At first I didn't understand the game
he said come closer let me explain
It's all about three bases and the homerun
come closer let me show you how it's done

First base is all about this
he placed is hand on my face
pressed his lips against mine
that's what they call a kiss

Second base is after First
he touched my breast
and then he locked the door
I asked him to tell me more

Third base is most critical he said
this is closest to the score
I suppose you can say his team won
now he calls our little one, son.