The laureate-To ISIS

For years you spread your death and gore,

and to the world your God brings war.

You now must face the erinyes

from all world gods that you abhor...

and Time will curse you evermore.

 Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

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 not by mistake.

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-Sleep Well

Let your mind search like ant or bee.

Perform your tasks with industry.

And at night when you would sleep,

body and mind are ennui free. 

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-Man's Search

Man delves within the molecule.

He uses rockets as a tool.

For answers in God's cosmos...

the sum he's found is minuscule.

Let's pray we never answer all,

for then we'll face what can befall

when egos question what is right...

and politicians but stonewall.

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-To The Author

The power from within a storm

Is that which flows beyond the norm.

If you would have your words excite,

let lightning from your quill perform.

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-France

We’re in a war true gods abhor

for ISIS does but sponsor gore.

They ask our youth to join their cause...

lets pray this day few share their spore.

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-Interest Fears

I'd bet it's not the middle class

forcing the Market toward morass.

They've suffered much from interest lows,

and now the rich can wretch from woes.

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

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 can’t forsake.

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-Scams

Three scam attacks within one week,

the parasites will naive seek.

yet, few dare face the feeble man

and must within the cesspools sneak.

{It’s plain to see I’m not a fan.}

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-Marijuana

I'll tell you now that which I see.

Too many flee reality.

They choose to smoke forbidden weed,

when strength within is what they need. 

{Same choice as fine as cigs and wine.}

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-November

How oft I've heard who vote deride

the pols they say they can't abide.

Then in November re-elect

the damned fools that should run and hide.

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-Cook and Diet Books

Cook and diet books galore

would quickly end their futile war

if cooks will spice

with this advice,

“Use soupcons and keep fit...no more!"

Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.