Baseball Poems

  Ballpark Haiku

              by Tim Peller

Hot wicked summer
Against the fat man's belly
Budweiser can sweats 

Under the shrubbery
Down by the bullpen mound
Yellow jackets whine

Budweiser!  

Budweiser! he calls
between innings, between pitches,
between breaths 

God Protects Fools with Curveballs

Going after her
Was chasing
A bad pitch,
A sharp curve
That tailed off
Into the dirt,
Evaded the end
Of my whirling bat.
Thank goodness
I only looked stupid
On the first strike.  

    from “ Touching the Bases”

 These come from a soft cover 128 pages with index published by www.mcfarlandpub.com
( they take two weeks to send, but you are helping this company stay alive), or you can buy from Amazon, for the same price, but perhaps faster delivery. While they are all mostly baseball,some are not. He is a unique American poet. He lives in Hickory, North Carolina.