Dragons in the Outfield

12/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



He threw pitches like a canon

Strikes by the dozen

Three up, three down

And clean sheets galore



But his turns at bat were not so grand

Swinging at balls

And watching clean hits

Sail straight into the catcher’s mitt



When he did make contact

It wasn’t always fair

Flying foul more oft than not

Or finding a fielding glove



His coach was at a loss

At training the balls would fly

Clearing fielders and fencing

Homers coming every other pitch



So he went to see a psychologist

Who came to see him play

And diagnosed his problem

Almost immediately



A strange fear took over

When facing those blistering balls

And the wise old psychologist

Knew just what to do



She gave him a new persona

A character he could become

The sorcerer of scoring

And it seemed to do the trick



The very next game he got on base

And stole his way around

Getting home to thunderous applause

From his teammates in the dugout



From then on, his stats improved

And his confidence rocketed

The runs came thick and fast

But that home run was elusive



Then one rain soaked, soggy day

With the clay heavy underfoot

The crack of bat on ball was heard

And the infield watched it soar



It was pure magic as he rounded first

And continued onto second

Then third and home soon followed

As the ball cleared the fence



He’d overcome his demons,

The monkey off his back,

And all it had taken was

Defeating the dragons in the outfield

The Addict

06/02/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



When I first felt it –

The adrenalin rush

Coursing through me –

I knew I needed it.



I came back,

Week after week,

Wanting more

Each time I felt it.



The desire grew

And I could not stop;

I needed to feel

That insane buzz.



I would binge

On the weekends

Then during the week,

Sometimes every day.



If I couldn’t get it

I would crash

Lusting for the thrill

On edge without it.



I was helpless

Trying to suck people in

So I wasn’t alone

In my addiction.



Now, it is over,

And I am lost,

Knowing I must survive

Until the next season.

Standing in Line

26/07/2020 -  Poem A Day Compilation



Standing in line

To enter the stadium

Surrounded by the noise

Of thousands of voices

Chatting and cheering

Excited and hopeful

Waiting for the gates

To swing open

And be ushered in

By underpaid security

Who dread the end

When the fans exit

And those who lost,

And drunk too much

And ate not enough,

Want to take it out

On someone convenient,

But, for now,

It is calm

If not quiet

And the buzz in the air

Is jubilant.