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Apropos of John H Doe

        Apropos of John H. Doe
          A name we all know
   
        Just like Uncle Sam
         ~ He too’s on the lam



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              'Critics Corner'
 (A random sample of published reviews):  

       "Subtly implicative, bigly"
          ~ Barron and Donald J. Trump, in unison

       "Emasculatory Triumph!!"
          ~ 'Fannie Femdom'

        "Lumpen Proletariat Barfola" 
          ~ Karl and Groucho Marx

        "Aso. Learry Derightfur Liting:"
           ~ Shohei Ohtani, (through an interpreter)

        "Yes, it IS poetry. So that means it's, well, a poem, written -- by a poet."
           ~ Kamala Harris, responding to a hardball question from Oprah W.

        "I fell asleep reading this... twice."
           ~ Joseph Robinette Biden

A Shadow Of Hardball

Ebon bafflement descended 
from the Sun-bleached sky;
A penumbra of illuminated lies,
this world needs to be reprimanded;

A joyous ballet of obliteration;
Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart,
they stare into dank rotting art
disguised as impending salvation;

Wearing cheap plastic glasses,
the audience so easily led by a trend; 
Commanding naked eyes ideas ascend
delaying the hypnosis of the masses;

Temporarily deprived of the norm, 
blindfolds serve as a wake call;
So begins a civilization’s cleanup,
reform is now the one playing hardball;

Magnetic pull of a weary shadow,
that bold charisma brings a brief pause;
Evolution echos a bright ring of applause,
with understated yet monumental flow.

Lucy and Desi

Lucille Ball
Made us laugh, playing hardball
With dingbat displays
And clever, nonsensical ways!

Desi Arnaz
Caused mayhem with pizzazz
Zaniness we loved to view
As he broadened the hullabaloo!


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TV Show: I Love Lucy

April

Ushering in the tepid days of Spring;
subservient to Mother Nature's call,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.

Flowers drink the rain April showers bring,
from a mere drizzle to a full-blown squall;
ushering in the tepid days of Spring.

As the migrating geese once more take wing;
wildflowers quickly sprout and start to sprawl:
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.

April melts the icicles that still cling,
and snows that covered the colors of Fall;
ushering in the tepid days of Spring.

Being born in April, I've felt Her sting,
and yet, although She sometimes plays hardball,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.

As winter wanes, April frees everything,
wearing misty drops as Her morning shawl.
Ushering in the tepid days of Spring,
April is the reason; sweet songbirds sing.

Have a Ball

Throw it, roll it,
  Bounce it, pass it
Dribble it, bobble it
  Kick it, toss it, miss it

Pitch it, hurl it
  Heave it, sling it
Fastball, slider
  Sinker, knuckler, curve

Underhand, sidearm
  Overhand, 3/4 arm
Whiffle ball, tennis ball
  Forehand, backhand, serve 

Baseball, basketball
  Football, volleyball
Golf ball, tennis ball
  Hardball, softball, swerve

Matters not what sport you do
  Or what result's deserved
Just go out and do your best
  And play the game with verve

Oscar-Ku 22 - All the King's Men

hardball demagogue
ruthless big shot Willie Stark-
women, gambling, guns






Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com

Upset About Death of Bobby Kenedy

Upset About Death of Bobby Kennedy

Am listening to Hardball with Chris Matthews
who had written a book about Bobby.

Was a moment we may never forget;
Our society had to pay another debt;
A body died,
And we cried;
Bobby Kennedy is gone and are upset.

Jim Horn

Zila the Chinchilla

Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker 
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious 
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet 
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed 
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!

Getting To the Top

Dirty three piece suit,
walking with a vagabond attitude
Unregulated behavior,
got values that white collar pollute
You do whatever it takes
to get to the top
Willing to pay whatever the cost
to wipe the competition out
Getting low down dirty
to get to the top,
don’t bother you at all
Unscrupulous practices
are used to takeover a rival
All is fair in the business world
Stepping on and over anybody
to get to the top,
never seemed to concern you at all
You mockingly say:
better learn how to play hardball
The bottom line must always show 
stock option growth ... black numerical 
That will get you to the top
in no time
Business profits wear 
heavy dividend wolf skin
Your sly, foxy mentor said: being 
a corporate predator
was your true calling
Getting down in the gutter dirty
don’t faze you at all
Hurting others on the way up,
it mostly ain’t ever personal
Getting to the top ...
only cost to you was your soul

Hardball

I cannot stand playing hard ball, I'm a softball girl, ya know,
Hard ball is for men, I could get hurt by the balls they throw,
I would be too nervous to run to the base for fear that I would get hit,
Please God, put me back on the bleachers, it's too late..I know I cant sit,
Why couldn't I've been a cheerleader waving my pom poms in the air,
I wouldn't have to slide into home base and get dirt in my nails and hair,
Why was I built like a line backer, I get pats on the back from the guys,
They can't even see the sensitivity, the uniform is the disguise,
All they see is another player, my hair tucked under my hat,
If I tried to make the cheerleader squad I know I'm not cut out for that,

I Am

I'm from cute boys that
break your heart
to best friends that never
will
I'm from soaking up the sweet summer 
rays
to chilling in the cool 
winter
I'm from a softball hit 100 mph at you
to a hardball hit 0.01 mph at you
I'm from friends who
advise no drinking
to people with whom I 
drink
I'm from acting all that
to getting what I 
deserve
I'm from fitting in
to being a total social 
outcast
to a person never seen

That's Why I Dig Her

Girl she knew what she was doing; tightening up these screws...
Her beauty, knows how to play hardball; especially, when it all comes
Unto everlasting eternal love ? Painting corners at a thousand miles an hour
Atop their knees time bleeds these eyes but they wish and in life with she; you see.

The Nature of Man. Co-Written With Carolyn Devonshire

My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove


  That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
  Eating away at our profits, typically planned
  This mother nature, no dollar sense
  No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
 
 
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge


  There she goes firing of again
  Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
  Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
  Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows


Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all


  Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
  It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
  We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
  As we now look around at our self made mess

Sister In Law

SISTER IN LAW

MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW.
MY BROTHERS LOVE,MYBROTHERS WIFE.
TOGETHER YOU ARE GOOD AND RAW .
STUCK LIKE ONE IN YOUR LIFE
AT TIMES LIFE WILL PITCH YOU A HARDBALL
STICK YOU IN THE BACK WITH A KNIFE
AND STILL YOU DON'T LET YOUR SELF FALL
LIFE AT TIMES COMES REAL HARD.
STILL YOU HOLD YOUR HEAD UP HIGH
AND YOU ALSO STAND REAL TALL
MY BROTHER LOVES YOU HE CAN'T DENY
YOUR THE ONLY ONE I WILL CALL.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW
WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU NOW.
WILL ONLY MAKE YOU LAUGH LATER.
DON'T LET NO ONE MAKE YOU HAVE A COW
REMEMBER YOU ARE A LOVER NOT A HATER
DON'T EVER THROW IN THE TOWEL.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN FRIEND,AND A CREATOR
I AM SO GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
WE BOTH ARE PICKY, WE HAVE OUR PRIDE.
SO ONCE AGAIN I'M GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
TO BE THE ONE BY HIS SIDE.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER AND LAW.
         I.T.
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