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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