Short Lob Poems

Have any of you ladies been hit with a lob
From a baseball right in your “mossy bob”
As a male I cringe
I feel a twinge
Remembering some groin hits, I still start to sob...

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Have any of you ladies been hit with a lob
From a baseball right in your “mossy bob”
As a male I cringe
I feel a twinge
Remembering some groin hits, I still start to sob...

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Trump Mettled With Mind

Trump with minute minds often mettled,
Of all his supporters  who are unsettled;
Ignorance lob
Like doorknob;
Over cliff his bike should have pedalled.

Jim Horn...

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Grenade Lob at a Mob

Of course I am watching MSNBC
and came up with this.

A grenade should give a long lob;
Can completely destroy the mob;
Of Trump rid;
God forbid;
President sucks and is some snob.

Jim Horn...

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 I’ll make ya feel it and make ya throb it
 and I’ve been known to cut it and lob it.
   So before ya get sliced
   ya might wanna think twice
‘cos no one cheats on Lorena Bobbitt!.


     Written: December 2015...

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I have an unusual job
All I have to do is lob
On their doorstep once a week
And then I go to bed for a sleep

Every two hours I am woken up
I take their tablets in their scheduled sup
For I now make my living
Testing drugs in their measured vision.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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I AM Walking Smelling the Fragrant Flowers

I WALK THROUGH GARDENS
FILLED WITH LILAC, JAZMINE ROSE
LAVEN HYACINTH

HONEYSUCK LILIES
SMELLS SO FRAGANT THE BLOSSUMS
MOCK-ORANGE FREESAS

MORN GLORY YLANGS
TUBEROSE HELOTROPE AND
LOB MARITIMAN

1/26/18
by James Edward Lee Sr....

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A man without a job
Had scarce to fill his gob
Scanning the press did See
Much work in jeopardy..'
So his pack; on back did lob.

He'd take train to short supply
Where time; was stacked up high.'
As a man of Limerick town
He was never feeling down
For t'was surely worth the try!...

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[bard1]
To wit, sans pearl, mere grit and sand,
an irritant, sebaceous cyst,
expressive as a mongrel’s gland,
self-seeking randy churlish tryst!

[bard2]
Eccentric heel’s ethos raised grand,
eschews finesse, rough skewers gist,
a numpty dumpty, brillig panned,
thou frontal lob, now dully bris’d!...

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Long years back writing just was a job,
To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob,
It then turned to hobby—
To numb noise my Dolby,
My life’s passion by now consigned FOB
Of an unpaid cabby,
A do-not-so hubby,
A horse in harness, show-off doorknob.
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FOB: Free on board as in shipments
Reflections |02.05.2023| humour...

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Two am., I’m up again
Staying asleep befuddles me
Needing to flip the switch at the main
And turn off my mind you see
What wheels do turn
Screech round then stop
My head doth burn
Like flames atop
The buried truth
Must eventually come out
I drink the vermouth
Washed down with a stout
Easier to lob off my neck
And see my face roll on the deck...

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Most hearts are marbled with the fat of prejudice.
Some more than others.
Some have a heart that beats lean.
Like a white rose in the summer heat. 

Others have more fat than heart.
Theirs beats much more slowly.
Rebuffs all visions of love.
Every beat billowing a bolus of hate.

How to burn this fat off.
Lob a heartfelt prayer to God.
Then wait...sometimes indefinitely....

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Under a grin, redirected, 
A sniff of grief claws
Through, revealing
A sad blue artery,
A pain 24-7.
Underscored with carefully
Emoted verbs, 
And adjectives imbedded with
Mock sincerity, 
A simple sentence: a right to be honest. 
Beneath the pulse in heartbeats encephalo
A few tearful regrets
Lob empty phrases into
A field with no guilt, washed and dried, 
And returned unlabeled....

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Pop is the web of her fame
ups new wig on any pose
out of her toe is a red flame
big ego, yet men call for rose
the sun and sky beg for her name
era of joy in a big dose
sex is no mud in the game 
all bow to her icy nose
bed her bro, any guy should
ask any boy, no one could
tie the zip and ego and build
any man, she can withstand
the biz, she so understands
far in a lob to us, she stands
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A writer writes
As symbols cite


An artist paints
A visual strain


A thinker thinks
A verge or brink


A singer sings
A vibrant fling


A player plays
A sporty say


A dreamer dreams
A profound theme


A craftsman crafts
As finesse drafts


A thousand jobs
A certain lob


A way to live
A way to give


A sketch in time
A poignant rhyme




Leon Enriquez
21 August 2017
Singapore...

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I am not applying for Santa's job
It is lies that's coming from Mr Floods gob
But there's drone footage as proof 
Terry pushed him off the roof
And a large sack with bricks in he did lob.

Theres a warrant out for Terry Flood
All the kids in the world want his blood 
His evil scheming will fail
There's a top cop on his trail
His scheme will crash to earth with a thud. 

Written on 29th November 2022 ...

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Apt art aids
Prompt plot paid


Etch etch earns
Late lob learns


Glimpse good grade
Trust tough trade


Craft clear core
Meet much more


Ply prompt praise
Rest rude raise


Make minds meet
Grace good greet


Treat taut taste
Weed wills waste


Sift soft stakes
Mad mind makes


Graft good gist
Lure lame list


Words work well
Time trains tell




Leon Enriquez
28 September 2019
Singapore...

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See success soak
Yield yonder yoke

Make moans moving
Boom brings blessings

Old options opt
Live lovely lob

Sense swaying see
Seek simple spree

Ink imprints id
Glimpse gracious grid

Note nimble nighs
Speak solemn sighs

Stalk sensuous sides
Hurl healthy hides

Oomph oils only
Wiles word wildly

Thrill tender think
Ideas in ink

Mind mellow match
End echoes etch




Leon Enriquez
18 November 2014
Singapore...

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Sitting here in rhythm’s rhyme
What bait to use to snare
What size hook will do the job
So many to compare
Fitting spaces into time
Or backhand cutting lob
Splitting places walls to climb
With faster graying hair
Harder now to weave and bob
Timing’s on a tear
Icy  teary blue eyes rime
Hang it all
The rig’s too small
For a longer
Stronger
Line 
One has to cut it fine
Like one sweet corn
Or two carbuncle
Slice it now and
Bob’s y’ r uncle...

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If I find one foolish for the job,
Was E Musk’s cunningly lofted lob—
A lob in no man’s ground,  
Rare if such a fool's found,
And Tweeter’s stuck with a stuck-up knob! 
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Happenings |17.12.2022| Humour

Poet’s note: Elon Musk though committed to quit Tweeter’s top job, still seems stuck there as a sore door knob. For, as he said: It won’t be easy to find one foolish enough for the job— a clever tennis lob from Musk, and as lethal as an ace!...

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