The Laureate-Leap Year's Day

Thank God, this is a Leap Year,

we get an extra day...

more hours to procrastinate,

and fritter time away.

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The Laureate-Leap Year

Leap year adds another day,

and ev'ry four years, we can assay,

all of  the very foolish acts,

when pressed for time, we failed say nay.

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The Laurate-Iphone Encryption

Of stopping perps,  it seems not matter,

Security alone controls their chatter.

But credit cards have our dear data,

and such dumb logic should but shatter.

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The Laureate-Change

Change is, my friend, inflexible,

only fools resist it.

Those who never take a chance

may near kismet but miss it.

Now look back at paths that crossed,

if you took those well tread,

ponder where you'd be today

If you took risks instead.

You may have faced great perils,

but learned from all you met.

And could then forge the tools

to access your kismet.

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The Laureate-Rules

If rules are made too complex

rather than guide they tend to vex.

It's found that in the game of Life

the simpler paths yield fewer wrecks.

{From As The Mood Prescribes by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-The Pope's Task

If the Pope would aid the poor

and make it so they can endure,

the rulers must resolve their plight...

and they won’t from their borders pour.

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The Laureate-Celebrity (Payton Manning et al)

Celebrity

{Peyton Manning et al}

It is a shame when those who rise

to their profession’s highest rung

are exposed to scrutiny

of puerile lives when young.

When beyond sophomoric years

and maturity is reached,

how few do not look back and wish

they could now have that record bleached.

{They make their claim to history,

 but fools would cause them misery.}

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The Laureate-President’s Day

They took the helm of Ship of State

and for them all we celebrate.

Though some left flotsam in their wake,

they left to us a fine estate.

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The Laureate-St Valentine’s Day

Little is known of St Valentine...

Little from research I could find.

But on this day

the merchants say

You must buy gifts or ties unwind.

I say, if Eros led the way

You must show your love ev'ry day.

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The Laureate-Secrets

Seems secrets are not secret...

even on the Internet...

if put there by a Pol...

and Pol is Prez’ pet.

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The Laureate-Sunset

The sun soon sets...on clouds will paint,

with essence that, at first, morphs faint.

And as rose hues decay to gray

pray your kismet receives no taint.

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The Laureate-It's a Desert!

I've lived in Tucson eighteen years.

For all that time there was a drought.

The population doubled,

but still there's water in the spout.

Each year pols ask we cut our use

or else the wells run dry.

Each year pols grant more houses built...

our pols dumb logic now apply.

( I say no more, but I abhor,

 the nonsense that I Underscore. )

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The Laureate-Punxsutawney Phil

The people of PA

have the nerve to say

that Punxsutawney Phil

knows how long that we’ll feel chill.

If he should look and find shade,

a big mistake I say he made....

for six more weeks in winter's mill,

and Phil could end up as road-kill.

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