War

War

Since the dawn of history

the powerful succored their chi

by taking arms to kill their foes...

but rarely bared their progeny.

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The Laureate-Troubles

Troubles

If you would troubles circumvent,

tears and anger are misspent.

‘Tis best that you apply your grit

before your torment can cement.

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The Laureate-The Doceres

The Doceres

A baby from the womb is hurled

onto the steps of this cruel world.

They guide Fresh-Man, to learn the rules

as Truth’s onion is unfurled.

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The Laureate-The VA System

The VA System

My countrymen we should abhor

those who send our youth to war

then when vets hurt upon return

same heap on praise...but little more.

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The Laureate-Diets

Diets

Diet books abound,

a fact that should astound...

for soupcons and variety

will keep most less around.

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The Laureate-The Constitution

The Constitution

The Prez and Congress...Judges, too,

must feel just what its words imbue.

For every law that they may pass,

let thoughts within provide the glue.

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The Laureate-The Search for Relaxation

The Search for Relaxation

I’m sitting in my easy chair

but, find I can’t relax.

The TV and the Internet

oppress my life with useless facts...

facts that mean so little,

for I have no control.

{Try to tell politicos

how much and where your tax should go.}

I opt to turn off all the news

and let good music fill my head.

It seems the artist and his muse

would rather rap and shout instead.

So since I am a poet,

I should read poems of my peers,

but some I’ve read upset my head...

they’re far from classic balladeers.

New poets oft don’t punctuate...

they dare to leave that task to me.

That is a chore that I abhor,

and will not do it affably.

I could just curl up with a book.

but new books don’t use paper.

Words once that lured me to a page

are found now floating in the vapor

Prose implemented e-books,

electronically they’re read.

The cosmos has so many

I’d search the Cloud until I’m dead.

Now as I sit here in my chair,

bored to tears, yet mind alert,

I choose a crossword puzzle...

lest cross words from my mind might spurt.

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The Laureate-Motherhood

Motherhood

Motherhood is recognized each May

for throughout time no other has such sway.

Who else, but her, devoted all her life

to shelter you from all that could cause strife.

And who applauds each milestone you pass…

and kiss the many scars you might amass.

The second Sunday that will fall each May

is our chance to Mother’s Love repay.

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The Laureate-Cinco De Mayo

Cinco De Mayo

“Cinco de Mayo!” you celebrate.

But is your fest too soon...too late?

You say this day you were set free.

Set free...to what...for thousands flee

(you never slew your enemy).

Some salved their pain but hurt lives on.

And though you shout the foe is wan,

it lives and it will never die

until your Nation’s ills are gone.

You would not need to move your bed

to other lands that you be fed,

if you’d stand tall and claim the spoils

brave others won through blood once shed.

Your land can feed your ev’ry need

if others dare not sate their greed.

So solve your problem there...at home,

...for only then will you be freed.

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The Laureate-Donald Sterling

Donald Sterling

It’s said he is a billionaire,

can buy most anything.

He has a team that is the cream

that could bring him a winner's ring.

He’s rich and should be smart,

especially at his age.

But seems affairs of heart

can spur on verbal fits of rage.

His story has a moral though,

that everyone should keep in mind.

It’s best to nurse a silent curse

than let the press your faults headline.

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