The Laureate-My New Year's Toast

We do not know what comes this year,

but raise and quaff your cup,

We’ll cope with what there is to fear

once we sober up.

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The Laureate-January 2015

We best address the new year.

Remember that which passed

was ne’er beyond that we control,

and need not this year last.

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The Laureate-Islamic State

Islam now has Isis,

most vicious terror in the world.

If Muslims say peace is their way,

what Qur’an page have they unfurled.

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The Laureate-Survival of the Fittest

The fittest survive, Chuck Darwin said,

but some who endure are those to dread.

The parasite who sucks on host

can be the death of the purebred.

(feed the needy...not the greedy)

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The Laureate-Let the Season's Spirit Live

Food and gifts to needy sent…

the kinship felt seems evident.

We send them our goodwill and love

and wish them blessings from above.

But have we summed the times this year

we offered them our love and cheer?

This season let us firm resolve

to help our neighbor’s woes dissolve.

And from this day let us firm vow

provide them food and clothes and plow…

Thanksgiving turkey, Christmas ham

are but two meals for hungry Man.

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The Laureate-Tis The Season

It's not a meal in late November,

nor gifts exchanged in each December.

It is love shared throughout the years

that we hold dear...and will remember.

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The Laureate-Earth's Water

Comets or asteroids

some boffins choose to say,

is how Earth formed the oceans vast...

but does it matter anyway?

Stupid men pollute the seas

and do not seem to give a damn.

They throw their trash as if were cache,

till some new comets choose to ram.

{Then there’ll be none to think...or drink!} 

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The Laureate-Too Blue...Brings Boo

Too Blue...Brings Boo.

(IDA, International Dark-Sky Association)

(LED, Light Emitting Diodes.)

The IDA has much to say

on LEDs too blue...

and seems to say too Kelvin (K)

is bad for skies, and you.

At first I was affright...

tossed and turned throughout the night

As a male oft clad in blue,

I feared the curse concerned me too.

I vow to ne’er be blue again...

ne’er to mope near mice nor men...

till found that damnable LED

is used by science... and rare by me.

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The Laureate-December 7, 1941

Though young I still remember

how on that fateful day,

the look of shock in mother’s eyes

said our world had turned gray.

Then came the depravation...

rationing for our army’s needs.

The radio and the cinema

swelled our hearts with their brave deeds.

Resolve and toil helped win that war,

o’er seventy years our land stands free,

but those who bore that world war

know we must watch foes constantly.

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The Laureate-Illegal’s Amnesty law suit.

Seventeen states would sue the Feds

because the Prez assures perps beds.

They surely know, once on the docket,

Fed Judges come from Prez’ pocket.

{Fire for effect?}

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The Laureate-Baryons

Baryons

New Atomic Particles?

I became a physicist

in nineteen hundred and sixty-five.

My peers, it seems, have atoms stuffed

more than I thought could ere survive.

I must believe that which they say...

for should I try to prove them wrong,

I’d have to build a CERN beltway...

that’s seventeen miles long.

{...It's best I trust them.}

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The Laureate-The Christmas Spirit

God sent his son...His love disperse.

Now foolish men but spur commerce...

not message that an open heart

can outshine more than an open purse.

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The Laureate-Ferguson and Beyond

Burnings, riots, parades in streets,

shouts of rage and angry tweets,

from those who know not all the facts...

as their pent up bile excretes. 

Know now the years where bias slaked

and fellowship for all awaked,

your actions set your cause aback...

and stress all bonds till they may break.

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The Laureate-Thanksgiving

For what can I be thankful

when I peruse the news?

Our world is filled with suffering

and terrorism brews.

I’m thankful I’m American,

where freedoms are assured.

I’m thankful for my kith and kin,

whose love o’er time endured.

I’m thankful for my health...

regardless how I ache.

I’m thankful that God grants me life...

but pray it’s no mistake.

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The Laureate-An Unfair Fare

The tray pains gut, so gear you hug.

and the seats are much too snug.

If all aboard are not petite,

a customer can’t even shrug.

It’s plain to see such vile design

does not a human have in mind...

only a sadist would have you sit

in chairs that bind and won’t recline.

{...you may soon have more than enough seats.}

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The Laureate-Executive Action

Three tests make laws official...

from Prez, the Hill, Judicial.

When the Prez directs them all,

some sense the Constitution’s knell.

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The Laureate-Whoa!

It seems that here we go again,

the world relies on our countrymen...

Ebola, wars, and migrant tots.

Are we alone in the U.N.?

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The Laureate-New Horizon Mission

The probe will flyby Pluto...

pray planet, and not a frozen rock.

Or billions of miles for pics and flicks

puts us in hock to icily gawk.

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The Laureate-Veteran's Day

They faced the Horsemen for our sake

each time our freedom was at stake.

We honor them now, but never forget...

our debt to them we cannot forsake.

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The Laureate-The Future

Rapacious man, since time began,

found life on earth mere also-ran.

And now it seems these parasites

have our planet overran.

They only sate their here and now...

must let our progeny cope somehow?

In the past our heroes have answered call...

must we leave youth to steer the prow?

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The Laureate-illegal's bail

Tell me the logic nonpareil

That bail you can illegal’s sell,

when any fool with mind of mule;

knows what the future will foretell.

(They fade from view...and lost to you).

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The Laureate-Congratulations

Congratulations! You who won...

the votes are in, all counting done.

I pray your ads, phone calls and mail,

don’t soon unveil but foul fiction.

{May voters remember!}

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The Laureate-Tomorrow's Vote

Thirty-five thousand ads or more

tell us who we’re voting for.

If you believe their every word,

fear what this nation has in store.

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The Laureate-November

November...a time to remember.

Remember vets ...their service laud.

Thanksgiving Day give thanks to God.

And remember when you vote,

give only worthy pols the nod.

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The Laureate-That's Entertainment?

I watch TV in comfort

until the ads attack.

For twenty minutes of each hour,

I’m besieged by noisy flack.

I have to turn the volume down

as eardrums ache in pain.

My hearing isn’t bad from age,..

it’s from the din the ads obtain.

(Didn’t our pols solved this problem?)

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The Laureate-Federal Judges

Federal judges are appointed...

they’re minions of the Prez.

Forgive them if their verdicts vex

for they do but what Prez says.

{not necessarily the Constitution}

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The Laureate-Deja Vu? (Jodi Arias)

Taxpayers spent a ton of cash

that penalty would not be rash.

First jury could not take her life

for fear mores would feel backlash.

But, we should learn from lesson paid...

no need new jury be arrayed...

no need the burden be on them.

Let Jodi choose ...death or stockade.

{confinement is loss of life}

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The Laureate-Ebola (redux)

Though sages say there’s naught to fear,

but you feel they are insincere,

try not fly, or amplify

contact with those not held dear.

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The Laureate-Ebola

Dear Prez:

You’ve often asked our soldiers fight

against a foe across the sea.

They left the land of their birthright

to face a virulent enemy.

You now propose to send our men

to fight a foe that few now know,

with weapons far beyond their ken,

and could be our new Alamo.

Send aid to help the land in need,

but not our troops to intercede.

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The Laureate-Your Coming Vote

You’ve watched the boos and bravos

from candidates and their foes.

Now you must pick the honest words

from what the half-truth ads disclose.

You’ve read the replies on issues

that made some search for tissues...

from answers that were so oblique

they knew those were just ballyhoos.

No wonder fans of Blue and Red

tend to vote the tint instead...

a guide that’s fraught with danger

if parties merely stay inbred.

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The Laureate-The Market

When dealing with the Bulls and Bears

have tight rein on your affairs,

for they are churlish animals

only tamed by billionaires.

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The Laureate-Take Out The Trash

Graffiti, tagging, highway trash,

oft thought as youth a bit too rash.

But it’s our country they defile...

time patriots let canines gnash.

{Love it, or leave it.}

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The Laureate-Political Ads

The ads I’ve watched {too many times}

inform me of contender’s crimes,

and your selection paradigms

are not worth two wooden dimes.

(Forsooth!) 

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The Laureate-War

War has changed, and yet, has not...

no longer a game of chess to plot.

Now faced with a world of moves to weigh

keep arms in close, riposte...then swat.

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The Laureate-Pachyderms and Donkeys

I’m no longer Red or Blue,

but Independent through and through.

No longer will I money send

to those who do but half-truths spew.

(and fill my days with naught but pooh.)

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The Laureate-Tucson Drought...it's not just water.

I’ve lived in Tucson twenty years,

and all that time home marketeers

hold in contempt the drought...

while pols just sit there on their rears.

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The Laureate-The Recess

Now you can leave, return to home...

no longer stay in pleasure’s dome.

Yet, bills you passed are awful...

and leave us not but offal.

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The Laureate-Ig Nobel Prize

An award for nasal pork

should be sent to the Hill.

For pols alone would funds uncork

for tests that matter nil.

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The Laureate-Scotland's Vote

For centuries the Scots have fought

the Brits to claim autonomy.

With chance now nigh, there’s some that cry

such act would stress the harmony.

Their quandary should be clear,

a vote can end their misery...

or passions, once so dear,

just fade away in history.

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The Laureate-The Decision

Our top court said, buyers beware,

their caveat emptor warns that you prepare.

For pols can sell with lies from hell...

and oft their wares just taint the air.

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The Laureate-The Eyes of the Law

(The stars, in sports the rich...et al)

Are we all equal in eyes of the law?

Think of the stories that all can recall.

If famous or rich...or media’s call,

it’s strange how the mighty ne’er seem to fall.

(to lawyers phsaw!) 

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The Laureate-Advice to Ray Rice

Be proud of your strength while on the field,

against your true foes it can be unsealed.

But when used in anger upon the weak,

don’t use it as tyrant but as shield.

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The Laureate-Barber and McSally

You’ve filled the AZ air

with politician hype.

Since most of us can’t vote for you,

we have a valid gripe.

You can drive your district

as nuts as they’ll allow,

but I suggest, for all it’s best,

you chill all tripe right now.

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The Laureate-Half-truths.

Know! A half-truth is a lie,

for facts and falsehoods there ally.

If you cannot glean facts from chaff,

hold not the author’s logic nigh.

(For most pols let last line apply.)

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The Laureate-The Vote

When candidates of Blue and Red

accuse each of a feathered bed,

the voter’s choice is next to nil...

seems each should be on trial instead...

(neither should be on the Hill.)

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The Laureate-Reality TV?

When these shows, in any way,

suggest what players do or say,

the viewers may be entertained...

but such shows just sputum spray. 

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The Laureate-The Sunday Arizona Daily Star

Each section starts with merchant’s ad,

a page and a half...soon turned to chad.

I buy the paper for the news,

and it alone should make me mad.

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The Laureate-Death Valley’s Moving Stones

Stones there move mysteriously.

boffins took it seriously...

found Nature can do anything...

when heat, wet, cold and wind sally.

(What wins is best at bullying.).

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The Laureate-Think!

Near twelve score years our Constitution

provided pols the fair solution.

Of late, it seems it is the Prez

who tells the judge what the book says.

(and he selected them.)

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The Laureate-The Retired

It is such a crying shame

when we let our skills go lame...

for talents atrophy when we retire.

But, know you not your aptitude

retreats for but an interlude...

when reaching for the goal that you aspire.

So hone your skills, on pleasant tasks,

help your neighbor when he asks...

you’ll find your charity may both inspire.

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