Write a poem

[gypcasino]

about the BF.Net Fan Forum and post it here

[bullox]

no thanks

 

the end

[trwi7]

There once was a man who was a Brewers fan. Uhh I can't think of anymore.

[thablingster]

Poetry? I pass

Haiku's are where the fun is

This I recognize

[Baldkin]

There Brewerfan crew has much to discuss,

And arguments rage, and sometimes cause fuss,

But there is one decree,

Upon which all agree,

The Cubs stink.

[TooLiveBrew]

Poetry? I pass
Haiku's are where the fun is
This I recognize


blingster read my mind
calling don and all others
haikus over poems!

http://forum.brewerfan.net/images/smilies/wink.gif

[Team Canada]

Gone is the winter of our discontent,

The bitter taste of opportunities missed;

the lonely echoes of empty dugouts

keeping watch over snow-covered fields

where players once trod.

Past are the memories of blown saves and ejections;

of Koskie and Graffanino and Linebrink and Spurling (hoorah).

Of Miller and Cordero.

Of Jenkins.

Come is a new spring

where hopeful whispers of "this is the year"

make their way through the stands like a furtive wave;

where old familiar voices return to our lives

to bring to life what we cannot see -

the exploits of Braun and Hardy and Sheets

and Fielder.

"Now is our time," say Yost and Melvin and Attanasio

"Now is our time," say the players renewed

"Now is OUR time!" roar the fans as one.

 

Baseball is upon us.

[sbrylski]

TC, that's really good.

 

(For a poem. Eww, emotions.)

[mothershipconnection]

Winter winter everywhere,

And all the threads did shrink

Winter winter everywhere,

Nor any thought to think.

[Fatter than Joey]

Sonnet to the Brewer Fan

by Ned Yost

 

(with apologies to E.B. Browning)

 

How do I Yost thee? Let me count the ways.

I Yost thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when falling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I Yost thee pitching Cordero everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and ballpark-light.

I Yost thee freely, as Mench bats v. Right;

I Yost thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I Yost thee with Craig Counsell put to use

In my old griefs, and without the fanbase's faith.

I Yost thee with a Yost I never seem to lose

With my lost games, --- I Yost thee with the breath,

Smirky grins, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,

I shall but Yost thee better after death.

[Katuluu]

Haikus are poems.

[brettac1]

Yeah, but that's like saying what Nickelback does are songs.

[lukevan]

so much depends

upon

 

a bill hall

homer

 

glazed with beads of

sweat

 

beside the white

baseline.

 

(W.C. Williams "The Red Wheelbarrow")

[iluvlamp]

That was awesome! I am now going to listen to Iron Maiden.

[jordanmuehl]

William Shakespeare's "Sonnet 18", dedicated to baseball in the summer.

 

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee."

[brewjihad]

http://www.brewcrewball.com/story/2007/11/26/31230/187

 

It's a little old, but a classic

[pogokat]

i like the rime of the ancient mariner reference up there...