Sunday, April 30, 2017

The Laureate-60 Minutes

60 Minutes
{Former VA Gov. McDonnell}

From whence came all his money
that allowed this perp to chirp?
Why did our judges, best of nine,
let our mores him usurp?


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The Laureate-One Hundred Days

So our Prez has lied a bit....
I guess now we must bank on it...
for he is but another Pol
and is ensconced
 within their pit.


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Friday, April 28, 2017

The Laureate-This Day

Each day you wake to a new page,
may sense alone upon Life's stage.
But God directs, cues and critiques...
respond to Him to meet His gauge.



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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Laureate-Judges

Attorney General's aid the Prez
to make legal what he says.
If Fed Judges are contrary...
make them use same dictionary. 


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Monday, April 24, 2017

The Laureate-The Wall

Our President would build a wall...
just thirty feet, or so, that's all.
But he expects  the perps to pay...
If Reds can't find wherewithal.



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Friday, April 21, 2017

The Laureate-Earth Day

Upon Life’s path few signs display
why countless souls have gone astray.
Yet signs are there for all to know,
should Man becomes this planet’s beau. 
{Pause, my friend, let facts flow free.}

The moon should guide you through the night…
polluted skies diffuse its light.
We all could share its pilot glow
if Man becomes this planet’s beau. 
{Pause, my friend,...waste less, and see.}

Stately mountains that guard your plain…
hidden by the air’s brown stain…
could be a gift from her trousseau
if Man becomes this planet’s beau. 
{Pause, my friend, smell Man’s debris.}

Extinction fears Man could abate
if to Earth’s plan he could relate.
The cup of Life would overflow
if Man becomes this planet’s beau. 
{Pause, my friend, and hear Earth’s plea.}

The rains of Life fall from the sky,
yet streams and lakes contain Man’s dye.
Life’s liquid still could freely flow,
if Man becomes this planet’s beau. 
{Pause, my friend, and taste Earth’s tea.}

Essence of Man lives in the soil…
ravaged by him for gold and oil.
Food for all could amply grow
if Man becomes this planet’s beau. 
{Pause, my friend, touch Earth’s bounty.}

You now know why Man went astray,
But each dawn brings another day
And future ills Man can forego…
if Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause, my friend...to Earth pledge, “Oui”}.

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The Laureate-Today's Media

The media sways what we believe.
Views from that source may stupor weave.
so first defog
what can defraud
and ne’er go e’er those who deceive.


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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The Laureate-Affordable Care Act

The pols who lead the Red and Blue
appear with health to have no clue.
For the new Prez, and he in past,
are too entwined, in Deja Vu...
far better they all start anew.


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Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Laureate-Easter Sunday

This Holy Day
There is one God...except to few.
Though Babel'd pleas some misconstrue,
I believe He hears all prayers...
including, Muslim, Christian, Jew.

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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Laureate-Our Infrastructure

Our infrastructure needs repairs,
the pols have claimed this through the years.
And every new President
attempted to allay our fears,
with promises still unfulfilled,
from a Congress... oft ill-willed.

We’ve had the Blue and now have Red.
If we should build jobs to restore,
the infrastructure we now dread,
we may, within, feel safe once more.
(...and workers will have jobs galore.) 



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Friday, April 7, 2017

The Laureate-Our Riposte

The world may our action laud
our punishment for cruel Assad,
but unless the act
was by UN backed,
I fear too quickly some applaud.


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The Laureate-Since

Return to last November,
and all Trump said...remember.
He had a plan, when then he ran...
but never said he’d peace bestir.

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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Laureate-Dark Money 4417

I can't believe what we have done.
Pols by their laws answer to none...
except to multi millionaires' 
dark money...through the web it spun.



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Monday, April 3, 2017

The Laureate-Take Care!

Take care, lest Prez unbar the door
to let our ills prevail once more.
Let all of Congress each law weigh
lest but folly sway this day.

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