The Poet-Fanaticism

Fanaticism

The Quran states we’re infidels,

and says we must convert or die.

Yet, Muslims come to foreign lands

where all faiths must with peace ally.

This world is filled with chaos.

We often see that terror reigns,

when sects impose their cause as just...

fanaticism in their veins.

Religious faiths have many sects,

and all must strive to keep the peace.

But to live in harmony

all extremist must surcease.

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The Poet-Immigration

Immigration

Immigrants here legally

proved to all their worth.

They passed the tests agreed upon

to prove they earned a berth.

Eleven million broke our laws

and on those we now dote.

I fear our dumb politicos

merely seek their vote.

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The Poet-Earth Day

The Planet’s Beau 

Upon Life’s path few signs display

why countless souls have gone astray.

Yet signs are there for all to know,

should Man becomes this planet’s beau.

Pause, my friend, let facts flow free.

The moon should guide you through the night…

polluted skies diffuse its light.

We all could share its pilot glow

if Man becomes this planet’s beau.

Pause, my friend,...waste less, and see.

Stately mountains that guard your plain…

hidden by the air’s brown stain…

could be a gift from her trousseau

if Man becomes this planet’s beau.

Pause, my friend, smell Man’s debris.

Extinction fears Man could abate

if to Earth’s plan he could relate.

The cup of Life would overflow

if Man becomes this planet’s beau.

Pause, my friend, and hear Earth’s plea.

The rains of Life fall from the sky,

yet streams and lakes contain Man’s dye.

Life’s liquid still could freely flow,

if Man becomes this planet’s beau.

Pause, my friend, and taste Earth’s tea.

Essence of Man lives in the soil…

ravaged by him for gold and oil.

Food for all could amply grow

if Man becomes this planet’s beau.

Pause, my friend, touch Earth’s bounty.

You now know why Man went astray,

But each dawn brings another day

And future ills Man can forego…

if Man becomes this planet’s beau.

Pause, my friend...to Earth pledge, “Oui”.

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The Poet-Terrorism

Terrorism

When perps kill with abandon,

and citizens by random slain,

their cause has lost its power

for what they’ve wrought is but distain.

Instead of making our hearts freeze,

they loose our Nations Erinyes.

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The Poet--The Boston Terrorist

The Boston Terrorist

You proved you are a terrorist...

you murdered innocents.

Step forward now to name your cause

that authored such a cruel offence.

If you killed to right a wrong,

you have no peers to judge your act.

For, it’s in Hell where you belong...

its minions you must now contact.

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The Poet--To The NRA (redux)

To the NRA (redux)

It’s past time that the NRA

prove those within have sense.

Recognize some make men prey

and havoc they dispense.

Sure, hunt for bear or hare or grouse

and mount it on your wall,

but you don’t need a Tommy gun

to make the critter fall.

All should own a gun to hunt

and weapon to protect.

But, those who need to arm for war

are soldiers...or suspect.

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The Poet--The Tainted Children

The Tainted Children

The children of illegals

may now abet the crime.

If they stay and the parents don’t

their family saga cannot rhyme.

Our ethos now is tested.

Our laws by passion wrested.

But, how can years spent underground

be morphed to make all vested?

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The Poet--Dark Matter

Dark Matter

Eighty percent of the universe

is missing...at least it’s dark.

Some dark is really matter...

can’t see it ‘less it spark.

Won’t spark till it collides...

with that too dark to see.

That spark leaves antimatter...

must handle carefully.

When matter and its anti meet

there’s one bit less to see.

Since eighty percent of matter’s dark,

all may be dark...eventually.

{I Think.}

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The Poet--Pac12 Basketball and Officiating

Pac12 Basketball and Officiating

(Larry Scott, Ed Rush, Sean Miller ...sports)

The question’s not who won their game...

I sense all those that lost.

The teams, the fans, and all the sports

where outcomes oft can be star-crossed.

We pay for judges to observe...

adjudicate when torts declared.

If judges are by bias stirred,

how much unfair in that they aired?

I now act as a juror,

and wait for Scott to act.

The PAC 12 and the nation

all feel he should most calls redact.

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The Poet--April Fool

April Fool

April First…a day for play,

when fertile minds with humor stray

and those who fail in mental duels

are mockingly called “April Fools.”

But some are more than “April Fools,”

they’re prey for those who break the rules…

the cannibal whose will is whet

by waxing off another’s sweat. 

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