The Laureate-Radioactive Dust

Radioactive Dust

Energy Fuels Resources Inc

has made some locals scratch and think.

The firm would stock uranium ores

too near Grand Canyon’s visitors.

Some say that radioactive dust

will ride toward them each wayward gust.

The Inc. says ink the State will state

assures a safe and happy fate...

(same as the food upon your plate.) 

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The Laureate-Obamanable

Obamanable

The Feds reject our local laws

that deal with perps that would homestead.

They say the onus falls to them,

but we suspect the path they tread.

We find their plan Obamanable,

one that  plots to let them stay.

He bends all law to serve his call,

and prays the problem melts away.

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The Laureate-The Goldilocks Zone

The Goldilocks Zone

The Boffins found a planet

within that special zone.

It is the zone where life can thrive...

but they can’t tell if cells have grown.

If the zone is like the fable

and human beings live there,

best not go, even when able...

we humans wreck the comfort zone.

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The Laureate-Poetry

Poetry/Memory

Poetry is important

to the thoughts that your words align...

for the power in remembrance

is oft controlled by rhyme.

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The Poet-Ethnic Studies for Illegals

Ethnic Studies for Illegals

Strange that they who borders crossed...

past country ties vowed spurned and tossed...

now press we teach their progeny

of the history they have lost.

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The Poet-Bishops at the Gate

Bishops At The Gate

(Our border fence)

You likened it to Berlin’s wall,

a wall to keep the Germans bound.

Our border fence is strong and tall,

but does not honest men confound.

The felons brave the desert heat

and thus eschew our laws.

They choose a path with grief replete

then tell us that our mores have flaws.

So, say a mass for those that fall

and we will say, “Amen!”

But, I say those who shun the law,

are not the peers of honest men. 

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