The Laureate-Our New Taxes

Our New Taxes

Prez says, if signed, his tax grows tall

and most will find their taxes fall.

If this be true, I must ask you,

“Why do the Red pols now guffaw?”

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The Laureate-Technology’s Reality

Technology’s Reality

Long before I watched TV

the radio would humor me.

With only sound as medium,

I’d had to listen to my Chi.

And now TV or flick,

regardless of that which you pick.

can color what you see

with tint or taint they choose gnostic.

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The Laureate-The Tax...Relax!

The Tax...Relax!

In thanks for their “dark money”

Red pols reduced their tax.

To Middle Class they have the brass

to say the rich will all enrich...

Relax!

{EH?}

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The Laureate-The Vote

Some feel that they are party bound...

their choice is if they’re Red or Blue.

The sage will judge who should be crowned

and votes for whom...not hue.

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The Laureate-"Let Them Eat Cake!"

“Let Them Eat Cake!”

I hope new Tax Law news is fake...

or Reds the Middle Class forsake.

Or billionaires control affairs

and would have all the rest eat cake.

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the Laureate-The Alabama Vote

The Alabama Vote...{or any}

If your hue is Red or Blue...

both candidates you’d bid adieu,

he who fails your ethos least

is dyed in less-stench residue.

{Stay free of the burden of hue

and Chi, alone, will pressure you.}

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The Laureate-News Blues

                          News Blues

I should not read the paper,

nor watch the TV news.

I usually end up

with anger…or the blues.

These times can never be

the good old days of past.

Right now I only pray

the present days don’t last.

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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 God grants me a wife

who ever will our true-love slake.

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The Laureate-Executive Action

Executive Action
{Redux}

Three tests make laws official...

the Prez, the Hill, Judicial.

Allow the Prez control them all,

you’ll sense the Constitution’s knell.

{and Putin may among us dwell.}

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The Laureate-Sexual Harassment

Sexual Harassment

Power corrupts and always will,

if the those outraged must remain still.

And Justice can her blindfold keep,

but mute the celeb’s innate shill.

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The Laureate-He Who Leads

He Who Leads

If CEO hires fools to lead,

and when they fail repeats the deed.

‘Tis best seek change and him estrange

to find the one who fills your need.

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The Laureate-The Tax Quack

The Tax Quack

Smile! You now give the Middle Class

the finger and create morass.

You tend to think your polls won’t sink

no matter what you ask pols pass.

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The Laureate-The Tax Plan

The Tax Plan

Take care, my Prez, on whom you dote.

Although the rich had cinched last vote,

if your plan aids the wealthy most,

the Middle Class will that fact note. 

{and will remember on next vote.}

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The Laureate-Your Critics

Your Critics

Though thousands view your works of art,

you rarely know what you impart.

The answer is those who return

would know if you scaled Art’s rampart.

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The Laureate-Lines in the Sand

Lines in the Sand

{To Trump and Kim Jong}

But fools draw lines upon the sand,

for bigger fools may cross.

Then both will glare and stomp and stare...

unmindful of potential cost.

Their egos now are in control,

and egos find it hard to bend.

The threats galore may end in war...

and that they rend may never mend.

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The Laureate-The Prez and Putin

The Prez and Putin

It seems that when two liars meet

with foremost tales they will compete.

And they must think,

if one won’t blink,

the other must accept defeat.

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The laureate-Sunset 111117

Sunset

Each evening as sun will set

observe and ponder...ne’er forget,

as rose morphs grey and darkness nigh

Time’s every tic is relevant.

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The Laureate-Opioids

Opioids

As you age you gauge each pain

to see how you can calm your brain...

to find that it is ever still

a measure of your strength of will

to opioids and drugs abstain.

{know that each day you’ve won the fray...

and stronger for the next foray.}

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The Laureate-Sutherland Springs, et al

Sutherland Springs, et al

Our crises...anger management,

fury loosed to passion vent.

‘Tis better that one walk away

for death is the worst consequent.

Do not let weapons...gun or knife

be sold to those who threatened life.

Put on the list to whom not sell,

and we will find we’ll have less strife.

{and he who violates the list

should not with good men coexist.}

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The Laureate-Museums

Museums

Museums exhibit works of art

and they are spread across the world.

But each can display but a part,

and you see but what they’ve unfurled.

If you would view the world of art,

you can’t tour all the art-form sprawl...

because the rich control the part

ensconced in some secluded hall.

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The Laureate-The Media 11517

The Media 11517

TV towers now gird the world

and will send facts...or fantasy,

but if you launch the truth...that's curled,

know Man...and God, will critique thee.

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The Laureate-Dynasties 1417

Dynasties

The rich fancy a dynasty,

demand wealth flow to progeny.

But what will guide them as they grow...

the yacht that ne’er sails stormy sea?

{and  Red pols gave to them the key.}

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The Laureate-For the Prez {To Kim}

For the Prez

To Kim

Nine countries have gone nuclear...

your nation, (thank God) is the last.

The “eight”, in tough times, cogitate...

know rash mistakes bode their die cast.

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The Laureate-November

November

Daylight we no longer save...

we wager days will now be cool.

Our toughest risk is to select

the best opts from our ballot’s pool.

On Veterans Day the choice is clear,

we owe them deepest gratitude.

They have kept us from nadir

whenever deadly troubles brew.

And finally, when we give thanks,

remember God above.

Thanksgiving Day it’s time to say

we’re thankful for his gifts of love.

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