Have You Met Him

Thanks for visiting again or for the first time. As you may know (from reading this Blog) I’ve recently published a book called If Golf Balls Could Talk – Collected Golf Poems (available on Amazon). Here is a poem from the book that tells a familiar story:


He talks a good game
You know the guy

He judges each swing

With a critical eye. 

He talks a good game
Awash with advice

He’s off to the races

When he sees you slice. 

He talks a good game
He studies the pros

He is eager to tell you

All that he knows. 

He talks a good game
Can he turn a phrase

He talks a good game

But it’s not how he plays. 

He talks and he talks
With eyeballs that glisten
But even the duffers
No longer listen. 

If you’ve met this guy, you are welcome to share the experience in the comments section.


What do you think?

A succinct observation:

Comparing the Tour to LIV

What’s the Tour to LIV?
Maybe a mink to a skunk?
Or if that’s a bit too harsh for you,
Try Classical to Punk.

Leon S White, PhD


New Book on Amazon: If Golf Balls Could Talk

Recently I decided it would be a good time to collect my poetry together in a single volume. If Golf Balls Could Talk is the result. I recognize that it takes a bit of courage to buy a book of poetry, let alone golf poetry. But your presence on this Blog is a good start. And, by being here, you must be a golf enthusiast, and so I think your courage will be rewarded.


Tiger Woods Haiku

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the haiku form, it should have only three lines with a total of 17 syllables. The first line should have a total of five syllables. The second line should have seven syllables. The third line should have five syllables. It is a type of short form poetry that originated in Japan.

I found this haiku in my files. I wrote it a while ago, but now seems to capture Tiger’s situation quite well.


Tiger Woods is not
the player he once was. Time
is not in his bag.

Leon S White, PhD


No Golf to Play



I hope this poem helps a little bit in what looks like a too long wait. LSW

No Golf to Play

No golf to watch
No golf to play
No waiting for
A sunny day.

It doesn’t matter
How you score
You’re not playing

Can’t even order
A clubhouse beer
The house is closed
And you’re not near.

Staying at home
And far from up
Reduced to putting
To a paper cup.

You’ve often asked
The golfing gods
To intervene and
Change the odds.

It’s time again
To make that plea
To stay at home
To wait and see.

Wash your hands
Don’t touch your face
Think when again
You’ll embrace

Clean morning air
At the first hole tee
And a new perspective
On anxiety.

Leon S White, PhD
(Author of Golf Course of Rhymes and Opposites in Golf)


Tiger Verses


I’ve been writing verses about Tiger, his successes and failures, for years. My first poem, “A Masters Chip for the Ages” described his historic chip shot from off the 16th green in 2005 when he won his third Masters. Now, after his fourth win 14 years later, and all that has happened in between, I thought I would put all of my Tiger verses together in one Post. And that is what follows.

A Masters Chip for the Ages

From a difficult lie beyond
the steeply sloped sixteenth green

a steely-eyed Tiger sent his ball
to a spot far above the hole,

the ball coming crisply off his wedge,
flew low, bounced once

and rolled on a yard or two
until gravity took over,

causing it to turn sharply,
and start slowly down the slope

towards the hole, speeding up
then slowing again as it got closer.

“All of a sudden,” Tiger’s words,
“it looked really good.”

“How could it not go in?” and
when it stopped, a single turn short,

“How did it not go in?”,
“And all of a sudden it went in.”

It was as if Tiger’s will
had given gravity an assist.

“In your life,” the tower announcer’s voice,
“have you seen anything like that?”

While around him, the patrons’ roar
rose rocket-like, fueled by sheer wonder.


I did not write about Tiger again until the beginning of the 2010 golf season. This was after his car accident in November of 2009 and the revelations of private life. Here is my take on what was ahead for the pro tour and Tiger. (The reference to “Vedra-ville” is to Ponte Vedra Beach, the home of the PGA Tour.)

Tiger on the Mat
(With thanks and apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer)

 The outlook isn’t brilliant for the Pro Golf Tour this year;
At least at the beginning, there’ll be one less pro to cheer.
No his name it isn’t Casey, but he’s known to be a swinger,
And his story much like Casey’s must be classed as one humdinger!

[Skipping the 10 stanzas that tell Tiger’s sad story which you already
know (or think you know), we move to the last eight lines.]

 The smile is gone from Tiger’s face, his teeth banged up from hate,
Was he pounded with cruel violence, a club upon his plate?
And now his sponsors keep their cash as he has dropped the ball,
And now the golf world’s shattered by the length of Tiger’s fall.

 Oh, somewhere on a golf course, the sun is shinning bright;
A foursome’s playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere dubs are laughing, and somewhere “fore” is shouted;
But there is no joy in Vedra-ville – mighty Tiger has been outed.


In 2010, I joined Twitter, which was still quite new, and created what I called a “Twine,” which was a two line poem specifically for Twitter followers. During the year I wrote a number of Twines about Tiger’s troubles that now also included a disc problem and a coaching change.

Second thoughts Twine:
Had Tiger come clean before being hounded,
Could he have escaped without being pounded?

Where’s Tiger and for How Long Twine:
Tiger’s missing from the scene,
What does “indefinite” really mean?

Endless Tiger Story Twine:
The media still feeds off Tiger’s sad tale,
But the word stew they offer is turning quite stale.

 A Tiger Hater Twine:
He swings at Tiger as he would a golf ball,
What drives him has no sweet spot at all.

Tiger Returns Twine:
With Tiger’s announcement the suspense is suspended,
His “indefinite” leave is definitely ended.

 Masters 2010 Twine:
The joy of golf is finally back,
Tiger’s in and again chasing Jack.

The Canadian Doctor and Swing Doctor Twine:
Tiger’s bulging, Haney’s out
Twitterers have more to twit about.

 Tiger’s On Course Troubles Twine:
Speculation is the game sports writers love to play
And with Tiger now a duffer they are having a field day.

 Tiger Divorce Twine:
Now it’s over, the marriage’s busted
What’s Tiger left with – a swing untrusted.

 All in all, a sad story and arguably Tiger’s worst year.


In 2011, he was without a coach, playing injured and poorly. He stopped play for a while and then after returning he missed the cut at the PGA Championship. During this time the many critics offered Tiger a wide array of “shoulds” and “shouldn’ts” to bring him back to championship form. Here’s are my observations at the time:

Tiger Should or Shouldn’t

The ailing failing Tiger Woods
Is being hounded by the “shoulds”

 Should do this, should do that
To get away from where he’s at.

He should Harmon-ize again,
But this is now and that was then.

He should get his head on straight,
It’s not his swing, let’s not conflate.

Tiger Woods should come alive,
Else golfing revenues take a dive.

The “shouldn’t” folks are out there too
Telling Woods what not to do.

He shouldn’t bulk up quite so much,
It’s causing him to lose his touch.

He shouldn’t listen to any coach
Trusting instead in his own approach.

Or maybe Tiger shouldn’t care
And just move his glutes to a rocking chair.

But I’m bettin’ when Tiger comes back
He won’t look like any hack.


Around this time I also wrote a poem called “If Golf Balls Could Talk.” It began

If golf balls could talk
What would they say?
That might depend on
Who put them in play.

With regard to Tiger’s ball, I wrote,

Tiger’s ball
Might make no sound
It’s bored after all
From sitting around.

And I ended the poem with this verse,

What about your ball,
What about mine?
They might just keep silent
And that would be fine.


By 2017, Tiger had had three back surgeries, had problems with over-medication for back pain, and did not play. I summed up the year with the following,

Tiger Missing

Didn’t watch much golf this year
Not a lot to cheer about
Spieth had his moments, Thomas too;
But I missed Tiger -What about you?

In June of 2017, a New York Times op-ed writer opined that Tiger was not winning anymore “because he got old.” When asked at a President’s Cup press conference in late September if he would play again, Tiger Woods responded, “I don’t know what my future holds.” At that time, it was also reported that in his attempt at recovery he had gone beyond putting and was now hitting shots with his wedges. These reports led me to the following (with apologies to T.S. Eliot),

Not With a Bang

If Tiger is through,
Then so ends our riches –
Not with a bang,
But 60 yard pitches.


In December of 2017, a long while after his fourth back surgery, Tiger made his first start tying for ninth at the Hero World Challenge tournament in the Bahamas. At the time, I wrote, “Today Tiger begins yet another comeback from back surgery. The scenario has become familiar. The question is whether the outcome will be different. I have tried to recast all of this in four short lines.”

Tiger’s Back

Tiger’s back?
Two questions in one?
Will it hold up in play?
Is his winning done?

When Tiger successfully completed that tournament without injury, the golf writers had a field day (again) speculating about almost every future possibility. That was fine, but I suspected Tiger’s focus was much narrower.


Now that Tiger’s playing again,
Conjecture rules the day.
While Tiger’s thinking (here’s my guess)
Please, just let me play.

Now, after a layoff of almost a year, Tiger was in Hawaii for the beginning of the 2018 season and beginning to hit the ball well. As is my nature, I became optimistic,

He’s Back

The new golf season,
Starting kind of strange.
That incoming Hawaiian missile –
A Tiger launch from the driving range.


2018 proved to be a good year for Tiger. In the last two Majors he was in contention and could have won. But, we would have to wait until this year for his 15th Major win last week at the Masters. My last two Tiger verses consider both sides of this amazing comeback.

The cynical side,


Tiger’s play –
The best in years;
Golf’s retailers –
Leading the cheers.

And what I felt personally,

Playing Like Tiger

Could Tiger be playing like Tiger again?
It sure has been a while;
But if you’re a fan of golf at all,
It can only make you smile.

Leon S White, PhD









Tiger, after winning his fifth Masters title, remarked that though he had lost distance, he still had the feeling in his hands; and that was critical to his precise shot-making. Professional guitar players rely on their hands in the same way.

Instrument makers, whether guitars or golf clubs, want you to believe that their products make the difference. But when faced with a challenge, the pros who play them rely more on their hands.

Since my specialty is poetry, let me try to convey the essence of this idea in four lines:


When in the moment,
And the moment is clutch;
It’s not in the instrument,
It’s all in the touch.

Leon S White, PhD


And for those who watched the Masters and have followed the controversy over this year’s rule changes, here is a second four liner about the new drop rule:

 Preferred Drop

The Drop Rule Change: drop from the knees
Has given some Pros a pain in the butt;
My guess they’d prefer to drop to their knees
After making a long and winding putt.

Leon S White, PhD



photo of person playing the guitar


This website is now a little more than 10 years old. It includes more than 200 Posts with poems. You are most welcome to search on popular golf topics or click on one of the many categories in the list on the right. (I particularly encourage Australians to click on Australia).

Though I am now playing more guitar than golf, I intend to keep writing golf-related poems when ideas arise that encourage poetic responses. And for me, some of the best poem ideas involve playing around with a word or words. The following four-liner is an example.


A gigging guitarist
Fingers over frets;
A gambling golfer
Frets over bets.

Leon S White, PhD


P.S. Right now Amazon (USA) has my book, Golf Course of Rhymes, at over 30% off. Best price I’ve ever seen!


New Year’s Greetings


New Year’s Greetings

Greetings my golfing friends
From capable to bad,
Next season remember
To smile not get mad –

When a putt rings the cup
Or a drive goes way wide,
It’s the work of the golf Gods –
You’re along for the ride.

Leon S White, PhD


Too Many



 My own experience. How about yours?


Guitars or putters,
If you’ve ever bought any;
Chances are good
That you’ve bought too many.

Leon S White, PhD


Note: My book Golf Course of Rhymes is currently selling for $7.28 on Amazon (a 25% discount). Haven’t seen that before. Stories of golf and golf history illustrated with poetry going back to 1638. Put in two years of research; an interesting read if the link between golf and poetry is of interest.

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