The Laureate-Candidates! (6/27)

You say you'll save the Middle Class,

and also help the poor,

but you are one with millionaires...

do you but spread manure?

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The Laureate-Brexit

So Brits forsake the Euro

without a friendly cheerio...

would rather pay for cards they play

than that which Europeans blow?

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The Laureate-You Who'd Lead

When on the bridge and sense foul breeze,

the course you take must all fears ease.

If you would save the Ship of State,

‘tis best that you the tiller seize.

{Then problem solve or mitigate.}

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The Laureate-Impasse

The biggest fear for middle class

Is how our pols create morass.

How few the country's problems solved

with pachyderm and ass impasse.

Not invented here the cause

that Red and Blue cannot pass laws.

{The way to have this problem solved

is Red and Blue be both dissolved.}

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The Laureate-Gun Laws

When pols accept dark money

to demur the peoples voice,

they better have some money saved

when next the voters make their choice.

{Know your representatives!}    

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The Laureate-Father's Day

They no longer ride a steed...

yet, are they not the selfsame breed?

Their dragons, jousts and far crusades

are the battles fought to fill each need.

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The Laureate-Superdelegates

Why are we asked to vote our choice,

if delegates can mute our voice.

These delegates need not reveal

what dark money asks they foist.

{Politics!}

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The Laureate-To The NRA (Redux)

It’s past time that the NRA

proves it has some sense.

Recognize men can be prey

and soon may be past tense.

Sure, hunt for bear or hare or grouse

and mount it on your wall,

but you don’t need a Tommy gun

to make the critter fall.

Come, support the rest of us

who do not stalking bolster...

let’s have less kooks and terrorists

on a wanted poster.

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The Laureate-Orlando

Support ISIS, go to jail...

even if the aid deemed frail.

Those endeared to terrorists

must share in their unholy grail.

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The Laureate-Not Sports Alone

The veer of the sphere can tilt and sway.

Indeed, it oft puts luck in play.

Keep poised while you are in life's game...

wavering creates melee.

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The Laureate-Is it really over!

The chosen scream their vitriol,

so vicious, I cannot ally.

What lady prez, or what Trump sez

makes me shudder, cringe and sigh.

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The Laureate-Perception

That which we perceive

we tend to believe.

Yet shadows can weave

all we can conceive.

            {From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-May Sunset

Sunset

As you now watch the rose morph grey,

reflect on paths from which you stray.

You soon must gratify your chi...

or leave your soul in disarray.

{From the book, Sunset by James E. Cox}

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