The Laureate-The Bears Are Back

Again they are the Market's troll.
Again they force the Markrt low.
And the cause for their foul act,
funds bought at ebb help their gelt grow.

(But fellow Man ends in a hole!)


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The Laureate-Abet Justice

O’er thirty percent who kill aren’t caught.

That means police have searched for naught.

And, when a felon faces trial

a sleazy lawyer can be bought...

but witnesses let Justice reign

and lies and guile go down the drain.

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The Laureate-Bill Cosby

Another idol falls to ground.

Another star with flaws unbound.

How can we protect our youth

when judges can their crimes impound?

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The Laureate-The Telltale Heart

The Telltale Heart,

(Haiku or Tercet?)

A page filled with prose

often can a heart expose...

mind moves pen, chi flows.

{From The Essence of Jim, by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-El Chapo

El Chapo

{to Mexico}

Again, his penalty was left undone.

Again, his minions set him on the run.

So when, again, he is in your sights,

ensure he will suffer the sentence begun.

{Or trade his four life-times, with this one...and done.}

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The Laureate-The Engineer

He cannot be a pedant.

Yet, he must never say he can’t.

He oft must use some jury-rig,

or some crazy thingamajig...

while sophist have to look askant.

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The Laureate-Kingman Prison

Felons who wound society

are jailed to end their anarchy.

If their foul goal

is wreck the gaol,

make them all stay to clean debris.

{and loss of comfort is their toll.}

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The Laureate-Greece

It is not the Greece of old

whose word was deemed as good as gold.

It’s debt now shakes the modern world

‘cause dolce vita was bankrolled.

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The Laureate-Independence Day

4^th of July

As you gaze upon the sky

as rockets fill the night,

and Sousa’s marches make you cry…

our flag lit by their light,

remember good men fight and die

to shield our dear birthright.

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The Laureate-Monsoons

July and August monsoons come...

so you should not do nut’n dumb.

You really never ought’r

try ford the rushing water...

and prove to all your brain is numb.

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