The Laureate-Toast to 2017

We do not know what comes this year

and rarely have our say.

So lift your glasses, toast and cheer,

and stand together come what may.

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The Laureate-The Christmas Visit

A time for tales of visits past,

of warmth that thrived in memoirs cast.

Pray God will grant this boon fore'er...

e'en fickle Time our love outlast.

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The Laureate-The Snit

The pen is to ink...sure have your say,

but loose no barb upon its way.

For once in flight, though passion cools,

Chaos may conspire melee.

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

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The Laureate-This Special Season

 This Special Season

                                                                by James E. Cox

We share the present of the past

as this Season comes to close,

because for most the memoirs last

of special times that ended woes.

At Hanukkah some celebrate

the time their Temple was set free.

At Christmas some commemorate

the birth of Christianity.

Menorah or a Christmas tree,

Olive oil or Magi gold,

are there to share in amity...

vow never let our warmth grow cold. 

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The Laureate-ISIS Attack

ISIS Attack

{German Market}

Do all the Muslims sponsor fear?

The ISIS fiends they rare besmear.

Know they not a bomb can kill

Christian, Jew...or Muslim near.

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The Laureate-The Homecoming

This is the place for which you yearn.

Why such regret as you return?

Did you expect that naught would change

and memoirs Time so cruelly burn?

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The Laureate-/Delegate's Votes

The rich will run our Nation

if Trump now has his say.

Despite our indignation,

and he’s allowed his way.

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The Laureate-The Apps

They ask that you should grasp the task

to take the time to use unmask,

and find the rhymes that will unwind

that which they have to ether cast.

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The Laureate-The Middle Class

The Donald will be president...

please tell what Middle Class has won.

His cabinet of billionaires

may soon leave promises undone.

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The Laureate-Priorities

Priorities...

must set your goal as you awake...

must guide your mind each breath you take.

Your habits have, most in your past,

left your tea leaves flushed and cast.

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The Laureate-Sunset12916

The dawn, my friend, should waken you

to problems you would solve this day.

The sunset should expose the good

from seeds you gleaned from this day's fray.

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The Laureate-December 7, 1941

Though young I still remember

how on that fateful day,

the look of shock in mother’s eyes

said that our world had just turned gray.

Then came the deprivation...

rationing for our army’s needs.

The radio and the cinema

swelled our hearts with their brave deeds.

Resolve and toil helped win that war...

o’er seventy years our land stands free,

but those who bore that world war

know we must watch foes constantly.

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The Laureate-To The Donald

You pledged you'd save the Middle Class,

and tsar-like billionaires harass.

Choose rich men for your cabinet,

and on their plates our souls are cast.

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The Laureate-As You Age

As you age most tasks grow hard,

every goal needs more regard.

And, if you' d serve your progeny,

tell what you learned when lessons scarred.

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