Thursday, October 16, 2014

Day 16 - Journey of a Fastball

Keeping it simple today.  Since there is more baseball to play, staying with that sport.  It is the best one after all!



Journey of a Fastball

Speed is of the essence
It must get there fast
White sphere of horsehide
Screaming toward the plate

Catcher' s mitt is waiting
This is where it ends
That fastball zooming in
Avoiding the swinging bat

Hearing that sound
Of ball hitting leather
Makes a pitcher smile
Knowing he did his job

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Day 15 - Celebration

Today's poem is inspired by the Kansas City Royals, who won the American League Championship today to go to the World Series for the first time in 29 years.  Seeing grown men making millions of dollars leaping, hugging and crying made me think of how they are still kids playing a kid's game.


We Won It All

We can't believe it
We are really the champs.
Our dreams have been like this
Since those dreaded training camps.

What do we do now?
We are all grown up
But oh no not now
We'll frolic on the field like a pup

We scream we laugh
We hug and we cry
This is why we play
This is why we try

Now the money doesn't matter
No worries about contract talks
This is more than the dollars
Even more than hits and walks

It's about the wins
How we did not stop
We have come all the way
We made it to the top

Monday, October 13, 2014

Day 13 - Colorful Teams

Today's prompt at OctPoWriMo was about color.  It got me thinking about team names, especially for college sports teams, that have a color in their name.  There are many, but I limited this haiku poem to three of the better known teams.  In a way that is good as I can save some of them for future writing!  I hope you enjoy this poem.

The Colors of Teams

School teams have color
Crimson Tide and Blue Devils
The Green Wave as well

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Day 12 - Sports Obsessed

For the second day in a row, the prompt at OctPoWriMo has helped me create a poem.  Being a huge fan of so many different sports, I wondered if the topic of obsession would fit - well, maybe it does.  So I jotted down my thought on that topic as it related to my sports fandom.  I hope you enjoy reading this.



Sports Obsessed
What is it about sports
That makes me go crazy?
I do things that normal humans won’t
Only for this form of entertainment.

Such as screaming at the TV
Over a human failing, an error
Something every human does
No matter how talented.

Scanning newspapers and computers
For mostly meaningless stats
Printed in agate type
So as to prove that point.

Yet a day can’t go by
Without SOME type of sports fix
I have tried to break free from this,
But no success with any of the tricks.

So I just carry on
Each day feeding
This endless obsession
With games people play.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Day 11 - Kid's Sports

Today I did something different for my poem - I went to the OctPoWriMo site for the daily prompt.  It is about children today and that got me to think about what it was like when I was playing sports as a youngster compared to today - and how it should really stay in a kid's world, not the adults.  Here is my selection on children's sports.



Being a Kid

Children’s games
Even if grown men are paid to play
Should be just that – children’s games
From the joy of a home run
To the elation of the swish
Scoring that touchdown
Fulfills a young person’s wish

But sadly these are dashed
As these kids progress
For adults see the future
Clouded by dollar signs for them
Or maybe they tried
But didn’t do so well at the games
So they too live the dream
Through the actions of their offspring

This should not happen
Not one adult should complain
When a child is at play
No matter what game
Let that youngster have fun

And not become an adult




Friday, October 10, 2014

Day 10 - Another baseball poem

Realizing that I nearly forgot to write today's poem as the Kansas City - Baltimore game was about to start, I quickly jotted this down as I realized how much I was anticipating watching this game.  I offer no excuses - I am a baseball junkie and this describes how I feel when a game is about to start.




The Game I Love

Bat in hand, standing in the box
Feet getting set, eyes are locked.

The pitcher gets set,
Winds up and throws.

Whistling toward the plate
While the tension grows.

The moment is here
Will he sit or swing?

This is why I am here

This is my everything.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Day 9 - A True Fan

I always believe a true fan is loyal - he or she sticks with one team, no matter the record or how others may not agree.  I wrote today's poem as an acrostic of that special quality - being loyal - of a true fan.


THE TRUE FAN

Love to be a huge fan

Of only one team.

Yet they may have a bad season

And my fandom is questioned?

Leave me alone – I still love my team!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Day 8 - The Beginning (of hockey season)

With the start of hockey season tonight, I thought it was only appropriate to make today's entry about that wonderful game.  A haiku about the winter game is written below


The Beginning

Our skates are sharpened
Ice is as smooth as the glass
Drop the puck NOW, please

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Day 7 -Don't Be Silent

Today's poem was inspired by the prompt at OctPoWriMo for silence.  Most athletes don't want silence.  They want to hear the cheers and feedback.  This poem is what one of them might say to us.



Don't Be Silent

I am an athlete
I need the noise

Don't stay silent for me
Don't be silent for an opponent

Break the silence by cheering
Or break it by a boo

As long as you provide that feedback
I will do my best for you.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Day 6 - Perfect game haiku

Today's prompt for the October Poetry Challenge called for using the word "perfect" or a variation such as perfection.  I thought about the rarity of perfect games pitched in baseball history.  Yet I was able to come up with a simple haiku poem that tells just how simple the requirements are for a perfect game.

The Perfect Game

Twenty-seven up
Perfection from the pitcher
Twenty-seven down

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Day 5 - Baseball poem - Get a Grip

The baseball playoffs are in full swing and there has been some great pitching performances.  Those pitchers were the inspiration behind today's poem for the October Poetry challenge.




Get a Grip

"Get a grip" I was told
Those words were like gold

Since a grip is a key part
Of my pitches at the start

Whether it's four fingers or two
Loose or so tight I turn blue

How I hold the ball
Will be how I tell all

That my pitches will be 
Something the batters will never see. 

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Day 4 - A College Athlete

Before settling in for all the college football games today, I decided to make that the subject of today's poem on the fourth day of the October Poetry Challenge.   This could be about any college football player.  I wanted to dedicate it to them because without their hard work, us fans of the game would not be able to enjoy Saturdays in the fall in this way.   Here is "A College Athlete."





A College Athlete

Long practice hours will be the end of his day
Even after classes where professors have much to say.
Coaches yell, blows delivered, sweat flows
But the young man’s skill set grows.
Tuition is paid for by enduring this grind
Even so, his finances could be in a bind.
Playing for no more than the school on his chest
The proud football player will always give his best. 

Friday, October 3, 2014

Poem after watching baseball

After staying up very late watching the thrilling game between the Angels and Royals I decided to pen this poem for Day 3 of the October Poetry Challenge.

A Late Night

Morning comes much too soon
I wanted to try to sleep till noon

You see there was a ball game last night
It was a close one, taut, very tight

Pitches were thrown with such great speed
That hitters were swinging at what was a seed

Inning by inning neither team scored
Taking the risk that fans would be bored

But not this fan. Oh no not me
For this meant more baseball I could see

The more innings played, the longer it went
The more sleep lost, I knew I was spent

But the game, the game oh what a game
I just love it so much, and I have no shame.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Poem - Everything in Twos

Today's poem was inspired by the prompt to use the number 2. I thought of the many different times two has a special place in sports - this poem reflects those times. 

Everything in Twos 

Two is the perfect number 
As it reflects love quite well 

Whether the romantic love of couples 
Or the love of sports by fanatics. 

Twos are plentiful 
In many of our games 

A team getting two outs 
“Turns two” in baseball. 

After a touchdown 
Football teams “go for two.” 

Good shot in basketball? 
Means a two point reward

While a bad act in hockey 
Earns two minutes in the sin bin. 

Two is the perfect number 
For all lovers of sport.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Shortest Race

THE SHORTEST RACE

The blocks are on the ground
My feet are placed inside
Kneeling down in position
Thinking about my stride

It has to be long and true
As well as extremely fast
For this is only one hundred meters
Only 10 seconds will it last

The starter is here
He raises the gun.
I hear it go “BANG”
It is time to run!

Pushing off the blocks
Other runners I see
Moving their fastest
But not as fast as me.

The finish line is near
I only see the tape

Raising my arms in victory