Lag Poems - Poems about Lag

Hear ya Say ooh-lah la, lag lag lag la

A deceitful person is a awful character
Dare I say who
to which describes such a charter
who is this that
shares such traits
Spoken as evil and
In such a debates
Calm the shores
When clouds bring rain
She said she did it
If I am to believe such things
the lines are drawn with
a perfected mention
Stand down Bouis'
Stand at attention
Who is the ah-soothing figure
Said

i'm jet-lagged listening to Tina Turner

it's three in the morning
i'm so awake it's euphoric
i want to feel this way forever
drunk on translucence 
the creases in the pillow beam at my exhilaration 
God-fearing doughnuts and coffee  
James Cameron was so excited by 2001
he vomited outside the screening
i listen to the sax solo and want to vomit too 
what am i

Jet Lag

The post-trip recovery 
From Sri Lanka situation,
The jet lag situation,
Is not
What it 
Once was
Because his body
Is not
What it
Once was.

Jet Lag

I hear the term bandied about
azure seas, endless beach,
Thinking of the far off lands
That took days and days to reach. 

Longing for the tropics,
Baffled by the length of flight,
To finally land on distant shores, 
Unaware if day or night. 

Dark and light, time zones
Knowing relatives who sleep
Dwell in the antipodean 
As toward the sun we

Jet Lag

According to those who fly alone on a jet
We ain’t ruined the planet, not quite, not just yet

Thus, they keep flying’ to sound the alert
That Mother Earth’s wounded, yes, she’s really hurt

But first, off to France for a nice frothy malt
Tip toe past China cuz it ain’t their fault

I’ll avoid all the places where bullets

Jet Lag

I see him stumbling around looking for something to hold on to but there was nothing there except the open thin air and a bunch of bureaucrats wearing thin frocks walking around on wet grass with fake greetings and a forced smile that caught us by surprise. 

Bob has been in the news and this

Mission Lag

We are not alone in this place
Just isolated in space
Our star isn’t dim
Just at our Galaxy‘s very rim

For no other reason
Than it was their mating season
They wined and they dined 
With tentacles entwined
Then they merged and they all
Made mass love in free fall
So engrossed with that act
They overlooked the fact
That it just might be worth
Investigating

The Truth

Time is the strictest and most  honest man 
I ever see
Man like to tell beautiful lies
To restrict aging, to maintain youth
Amazing and wonderful
But no matter what are the efforts
All will be ended up by white lies themselves
No matter where're the longitude and latitude
Jet lag is only for the eyes 
But not for the body
The

Ishq

Menu ishq da roog lagya
Meri izzat lag gai Loray...

Lag Lipstick and Gum

LAG    LIPSTICK & GUM

Once upon a time
Beneath the amber grain
A lady lives her name is
Lizzy bell
A fast fashion pretty lookin princess
Laced in diamonds and rubies and satin dresses
She's a 128 pound and bench press 308
A slick young lady, who never blind dates
A little slow on reversal, but quick to run
Wat's her name,

Jet Lag

Many things improve with age,
Like wine and certain cheeses,
But others turn to hurricanes
What once were gentle breezes.

Like jet lag – for the younger folk,
It barely makes a ripple,
While older flyers feel effects
In double, even triple.

For hours in an airplane,
In your 20’s, is just fun,
Though for every decade added,
Every synapse comes undone.

The young and old are

Jet Lag

Jet Lag
By Franklin Price
12/11/2016

Above the distant mountain tops
Blue skies, contrails of white
Clouds made at thirty thousand feet
By jet planes in their flight

A myriad of vapors 
Crisscrossing in the air
I wonder where they're going
Getting quickly, here to there

Could be to cross the country
Cross the Atlantic in the night
So fast the body's reeling
Knowing something isn't right

The sun

Lag the Flag

Over the flag rise it
And the people think
It can be catch

Why suffer the thinking
Of people who think they can
When the flag is down forever

Just forget about it
And walk to the sun.

Swag, Lag, Gag Oh! Tag!

Maggie, Maggie, my dear friend
Read my last poem and the truth is out
All the kind words you did say 
Were for naught upon this day
I strained my brain now it is blank
I am straining and straining 
Just to come up with Thanks
Now let me see, what is the games name?
Swag, lag, jag, oh yeah tag
Now

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