Playing Hardball Poems | Examples


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Premium Member 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.

Premium Member 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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Premium Member 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


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