The Laureate-Has Nature Erred?

While in the womb the male cub thrived,

and after birth on breasts survived.

Once females strived to feed his pride...

and then, alas, Fem Lib arrived.

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The Laureate-The Internet

That which flows on Internet 

you rare have time to check and vet.

Note...don't quote foul lies afar,

or later fret what you abet.

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The Laureate-Fate

If you decry a your present fate,

take care the source that you berate.

Each dawn and eve as the day evolves ...

you're asked to change before too late.

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The Laureate-Thanksgiving

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 wife

who will my life with true-love slake.

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The Laureate-The Present

Each man must face his present...

if gold alone his only tools,

history proved it's evident

'tis best he follow all God's rules.

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The Laureate-Global Warming

Trump says the warmth comes not from us,

and need not make a costly fuss.

If this be true,

who spreads such pooh...

and fie on the fools that told us thus?

Do icebergs thaw from aerosol?

The pundits disagree.

They blame rapacious Man for flaw...

or Nature acting damnably.

We should not care who is the host

as temps around us rise.

What matters most is our riposte

anon detoxifies.

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The Laureate-Just a Thought

Trump won with braggadocio...

now has no guess where his thoughts go.

That could be good

if now he would

make pols dark money for us glow.

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The Laureate-Why We're Here

You dis the pols, then vote them back...

It's you, not them, displays a lack!

First think of your vote thoroughly

and, then, award to them your whack.

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The Laureate-Trump's Choices

Keep foes closer than your friends?

Beware of how the adage bends

If bon amis

may choose to flee

should they fear where your path now wends.

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The Laureate-To the New Prez

Surround yourself with men with sense...

with acumen in evidence

Experience can also mean

it took ten years to fix the fence.

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The Laureate-Now We Wait

Seek comfort when the times are tough...

and ofttimes humor is enough.

But break that spell that all is lost...

and loose those chains that now handcuff.

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The Laureate-Vote!

Regardless who may win this day

at least your vote has had its say.

And if the winner fails to please,

know in four years you can vote nay.

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The Laureate-Brotherhood 11716

Turn not your back on brotherhood...

for there God says is greatest good.

Work as one says He to thee,

and we will progress as we should. 

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The Laureate-November...a time to remember.

Remember vets...their service laud.

Thanksgiving Day give thanks to God.

And remember when you vote,

give only worthy pols the nod.

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