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 am
Her man
Now who could figure
Made me centered
With her intentions
Ah-nasty woman
Might I mention
She knew me
She loved me
Like she wanted me
Had me going
Thought I could be
Her all and all
Her number one
Said she only wanted me
All in fun
I say ooh lah-lah lag lag lag
I say ooh ah-soothing lah lah-lah
One thang babies
I like this show and tell
Phat as you is
Got me under yo' spell
Hard as ah rock
Time to enter
Bang you out
Just for slender
Told me later
Baby coming
I acted all coy
Acted real dumb and
Told that lady
I was raised real simple
Altar kiss
On my lips or
Dimple
I say ah-ooh lag
Let me hear you say
Ooh lah-la-lalah
Hmmm ooh
Ooh we , we gone standing
All in love
We all romancin'
It's love when I say
Ooh la, lah-lah la lag!
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 going to do?
'don't worry' the song begins
'i won't hurt you.'
i would never hurt you either Prince
she sings she wants to take me higher
she can't
i don't really wanna fight no more
don't leave the cap off the toothpaste babe
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.
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 creep.
Someone is always waking
While another rests their head,
One arrives at work
And a further breaks daily bread.
Gaining hours, losing days,
Tired beyond all hope,
Modern travel is too fast
For the body-clock to cope.
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 are flyin’
Right here on our streets where our youngsters are dyin’
Listen to preachers and pols boldly lyin’
None of ‘em hear the families cryin’
Then off to the beach for a wave runner race
And a shot of Botox to firm up my face
Then off to the party, I think I’ll impress
In my brand new rainbowy flowery dress
So I’ll bid you farewell and please do not fret
There’s only two engines on this freakin’ jet
©7/14/2023
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 planet Earth
Then they orbited Mars
And headed back to the stars
Their report just said
System boring and dead
And so to this very day
They’ve not been back this way
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 biological clock
The life span
Where time is the only judge
Menu ishq da roog lagya
Meri izzat lag gai Loray...
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, say her name
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
Lizzy kisses with grit and grace
While chewing gum she kisses barbwire for fun
Lizzy Bell razzle, dazzle champion and quail
Shrimps and giants she's so defiant
Men go one the run
From Lizzy Bell yes they run
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
12/07/17
by james Edward lee sr.
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 different
In the ways that they are wired,
With jet lag in proportion to
The years that one’s acquired.
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 is up and shining
When it's time to be in bed
Hard for the brain to comprehend
The Jet Lag in your head
Get up and out on local time
Adapting better day to day
Just when you have adjusted
Must go back the other way
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.
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 what word is there that rhynes with tag?
Oh Yes, Mag, I just tagged ya Mag.
What, Wow, I just work up!
It's Margaret Okubo!
Now what should I do?
I'll just say I tagged you
And apologize too.
Cile Beer
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