Best Lay Up Poems

I drove home from a party one winters night
I'd had quite a few drinks but I felt alright
It was pouring rain as I approached our town
My girlfriend said to me, "John will you slow down" .

I turned up the volume of my favorite song
And pressed...

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Smooth paper lay up on the desk.
My thoughts were odd, but not grotesque.
Will robots take what I did write,
extracting words by dark of night?

The robot came with stealth today.
It took my thoughts and words away.
The words were mine and reas’ning clear.
I asked myself, “What’s hap’ning...

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Will you today,shake a tree
or will you from daily living flee

Will you upon another leave your mark
or will you ,just lay up and park

Will you each day,stretch your mind
or be content and left behind

Will you now,God's gifts display
or will you,in neutral stay....

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Hey kids get out in the car !
Dad, are we going very far ?
You don't ask, I won't tell...
We're going crazy, oh well.

Got to get out on the road...
to forget that heavy load !
It winds from Chicago to L.A.
Route 66 is where you should play.

Our...

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TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to...

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Hoboes and bamboo
Lay up in the green belt
Waiting for the romanticism of war
The hair of the dog 
Doesn’t give up much more
Than a buzz that never ends
Somewhere a mother sheds a tear
For the son she lost in Vietnam
He came home but not to her
Every night...

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Belly ache when the basketball game had started,
I was shooting a lay up, and accidentally farted!


Written: November 21, 2015...

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Built by Harland and Wolff in the shipyard's of Belfast
A luxurious giant ship that they built to last
An Olympic class liner of the White Star Line
No expense was spared; she was grand and so fine.

Southampton and Cherbourg then Queenstown in Cork 
Picking up her last...

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As I lay up treasures in the summer of my youth.
Counting coup on censure, random acts uncouth.
Defenseless maidens hover,
searching for the lover
they find not in me, neither compassion nor truth.

Forbid me not to boast my many conquests done.
The bragging rights mount as I subdue one...

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ON THE BREAK OF A NEW DAWN

In the still of night we contemplate the dawn of a day
when we shall be free of the mind games shadowing
liberation sustained by generations whose lives were
put on hold: lives often ending in holes.

The chiming moments of the shades...

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Number 22 in 1963


The prior season and many seasons past had been great for our school. However, the ‘62-’63 season was to prove disastrous for our school. I had been looking forward to the 63-64 season when I knew that I would be ready and...

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It’s heading for our planet at ten thousand miles an hour
To stop it all the experts say we haven’t got the power
All the nukes in all the world won’t constitute a plan
So someone said, ‘All we can do is call on Turbo Gran.’

The call went...

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There is a little town where once they mined for gold.
now it's just a tourist place, where stories are retold.

Like the one about the miners, who where both on their death bed.
Well, one  he bet the other he'd out live this friend call Fred.

As...

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What am I?
I shall give you some clues,
try to guess what I am, 
or I'll give you the blues.

I do a lay-up like a chicken,
I swim like a cat,
I run like a cow,
and do hurldles like a rat.

I play ball like a turtle, 
I shoot...

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ON THE BREAK OF A NEW DAWN

In the still of night we contemplate the dawn of a day
when we shall be free of the mind games shadowing
liberation sustained by generations whose lives were
put on hold: lives often ending in holes.

The chiming moments of the shades...

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