The Laureate-A Quiet Place

Your mind must seek a quiet place,

where you can ponder at your pace...

where media and the milieu

cannot your inner peace displace.

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The Laureate-Sunset 102816

Sun sets...and clouds dominate,

if they bring rain, some celebrate.

But to be privy to God's plan.

we all must trust in him...and wait.

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

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The Laureate-Our Vote

Strange, is it not, that when we vote

we rare recall where villains dote.

And pols with their dark money blessed

never in our minds addressed.

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The Laureate-Memoirs

They oft reside in photographs

or souvenirs accrued o'er years.

They are the treasures of your trove

when you need warmth to morph your tears.

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The Laureate-Ask the Aritisan

Who defines the foes of man?

We castigate who fail our plan.

But Man, not God, oft rules define...

when God was our world's artisan.

(Know even weeds, we kill...rare spare,

He designed to filter air.)

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The Laureate-Assay the Candidates

If known to lie without remorse,

no fouler fiend can couch discourse.

If false words can so freely flow,

nothing they espouse endorse. 

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The Laureate-Tonight's Debate

I will not watch tonight’s debate,

even a fool knows what they’ll prate.

The media has prepped us all...

and why watch chaos dominate.

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The Laureate-A November to Remember

Remember that half IQs are low,

don’t flounder from the undertow.

Vote to give to your thoughts voice,

so you can neutralize their choice.

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The Laureate-Prop 205

Just how may different ways

can AZ pols create a maze

that says they will support our schools

but end up in new giveaways.

{Prop 123, Property Taxes, Sales Taxes... et al}

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The Laureate-Sunday's Debate

Both Red and Blue say their side won,

despite that which was left undone.

But we care not for words of spite,

we want to know what wrongs they'll right.

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The Laureate-Ennui 1016

When days wend rough and smiles come tough,

rest and share the warmth of sun.

You can flee the darkest place

and ennui’s bondage soon undone.

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The Laureate-The VP Debate

Kaine won because his morals reek,

he would give Pence no time to speak.

his feat was really not that great

when no one thought to moderate.

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The Laureate-The Pendulum

You'd make the pendulum alter its swing.

You now must bide what the morrow may bring.

For forces you loosed to further your cause

set Yin and Yang once again to vying.

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

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The Laureate-Caveat Emptor

Lost e-mails condemn Hillary.

Trump’s ego demands a pillory.

“Buyer Beware” should guide your vote

to whom you feel less leery.

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