The Laureate-The Debate

Lord, how I hate a debate!

The foes select facts and inflate.

The truth matters not

for they now but plot

for their rhetoric to dominate.

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The Laureate-Be The Captain

Be the Captain

Never more that back should bend,

whether pressed by foe or… friend.

Be the captain of your fate

or steer a course that has no end.

{From the book Rubai by James E. Cox}

The Laureate-Beware The Caldera

Candidates

You oft demand that change be made,

but no solution is displayed.

Unfetter a caldera

and you must fend the fusillade.

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The Laureate-Cues

If you'd now know if someone lies,

fix your gaze upon their eyes...

watch intently in their flight

to find if maze now underlies....

(the answer should not cause them plight.)

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The Laureate-Patriot's Day

Patriots Day is far from new.

The brave respond when troubles brew.

They fought for independence,

and they’re still there when times are tense.

So let us rise to honor them...

embrace, support and call them friend.

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The Laureate-Dynasties

The heirs of the rich and famous

oft beget Man’s dynasties.

The danger to society

is what they lack they tend to seize.

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The Laureate-Monsoon Sunset

In summer when the sun sets late,

few view that which the clouds create.

But monsoons oft will aura splay

with brilliant hues as they mutate...

and that sight can fulfill your day.

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The Laureate-The Sainted Mother Teresa

She spread not money, but God's love,

and sowed it o'er the earth.

Her message passed to all of us,

“God would have love our world girth.”

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The Laureate-In Honor of Gene Wilder

Though written by me many years ago, this poem seems so appropriate:

Something said with humor

can pale the darkest night.

The heaviest of burdens

can swiftly become light.

For each unraveled yarn

that humor weaves with wit,

reveals that if you laugh at Fear

he’ll loose his hold a whit.

                                          James E. Cox

The Laureate-Primary Results

When race for prez began to steam

the pols were held in low esteem.

But votes were made to keep their post...

were voters on cannabis dreams.

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