The Laureate-2018 New Year's Eve Toast

2018 New Year’s Eve Toast

This day my New Year’s Toast

will sound more like a Friar’s Roast...

if I can stir a little wit

to get some humor out of it.

Our Prez spent his time writing Tweets

that never read like Donne or Keats.

The Pols would blame the other hue

for what went wrong the whole year through.

We had a vote to make our choice

but perps still  try to still our voice.

Say what you will about this year

but we, at least, don’t live in fear.

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The Laureate-New Year...Same Fear

New Year...Same Fear

A year ago a babe was born

and through his year was always mean.

O’er time our love for him was worn

because of morals too obscene.

I blame it on his parents,

seven billion strong.

Some live in houses, some in tents,

and tend to quarrel all year long.

One can’t mature with good mores

if parents always fight.

One can not make it through the maze

if millions question what is right.

We soon will have another child

when this New Year makes its call,

and he will turn out just as wild

if the parents always brawl.

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The Laureate-A New Year Is Near

A New Year Is Near

A few more days...another year.

Let’s toast and sing to Auld Lang Syne.

Keep good friends near and never fear

for then good days will intertwine.

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The Laureate-Cyrano de Bergerac

Cyrano de Bergerac {Edmond Rostand}

Lessons flow from Cyrano.

I would, I could be him.

He’d brook no blow from crass ego

from those who injured at a whim.

He’d draw his sword upon wrong word

to still the haughty tongue.

He’d state in rhyme what was the crime

and after the poem...he stung.

Although his heart was filled with love,

Roxane had wed a man who died.

A loosed log rained death from above...

last words divulged her spouse had lied.

Oh Cyrano! I do, like you,

use lines that flow within my heart

to send a message to imbue

that bullies must not fear impart.

But I use quill instead of sword

and pray ink drowns them in each word.

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The Laureate-Prez Visits Iraq

Prez Visits Iraq

When the Prez talked to his army,

he deigned to dis the democrats.

He should be there to ease their care,

instead he riles them with false stats.

{Those who malign borderline the asinine.}

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The Laureate-Arrogant President

Arrogant President

What happened to the GOP?

What happened to their voice?

You were not chosen by the Prez.

You were the voters choice.

{Know when you bow, or you kowtow...

you are to some abhorrent.}

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The Laureate-Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas eve...forgot a gift,

and Santa’s left for this day’s shift.

But, since it’s for the Son of God

my love for Him will get his nod.

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The Laureate-Shutdown or Shakedown?

Shutdown or Shakedown

If not consistent when you talk,

are we to note your last words said?

You take a stand...and then you balk...

better for all you think ahead.

{We greet each tweet as words effete.}

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The Laureate-The Prez...Another Lie!

Prez...Another Lie!

The Prez says he’s a genius

I find that too tough to accept.

Thirty, or more, hired for his House

would crime abet or just inept.

{He’s not in genius genus.}

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The Laureate-News Issues

News Issues

Like carnivores upon the gnus

reporters leap upon the news.

So quickly is it ripped and shred,

the truth’s ensconced in residues.

{It is not fake, just still opaque.}

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The Laureate-The Caravan

The Caravan

We watched them as they climbed our wall.

Millions of us saw some fall.

Our Prez it seems did but applaud,

but all must answer to our God.

Prez would build walls long and strong,

said Mexico will pay for it.

As usual the Prez is wrong.

He will tax us...the hypocrite.

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The Laureate-The Wall...that's all!

The Wall...that’s all!

Again the Prez is in a snit.

Again this land may suffer.

He’ll get his wall or Gov will pall...

our duffer will act dumber.

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The Laureate-The Season's Siren

The Season’s Siren

The most precious gifts this season

are the words that flow from kith and kin.

Your sphere of friends heard the siren,

and cards were sent with love within.

Reflect on each gift you receive.

Feel their warmth within the card.

Though kismet forced some friends to leave,

the flow of love is never barred.

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The Laureate-Another Trump Bump

Another Trump Bump

Finally Ryan Zinke moves on.

I can’t believe how long it took.

His ethics have been oft questioned

because he acts just like a crook.

{Put locks on the poor box.}

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The Laureate-Park it in the Market.

Park it in the Market!

My money is in the Market.

It follows the Prez’ fiscal plan

There is no where else to park it

that he has not screwed up for man.

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The Laureate-A Taste Of Space

A Taste of Space

Virgin Galactic has made it to space,

at least flew 50 miles from earth.

They're talking tourism in boldface...

but rich alone can pay for berth.

{I guess I’ll stick with Uber.}

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The Laureate-A Midterm Vote Note

A Midterm Vote Note

Florida, N. Dakota, Georgia et al

The Constitution’s Bill of Rights

says citizens are guaranteed

that they can vote without the plights

when biased people intercede.

{Rejecting any proof of citizenship should be a crime.}

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The Laureate-Blackball Prez Wall

Blackball Prez Wall

Prez loves his Bully Pulpit.

He loves the power in the seat.

He cares not if he’s right or wrong...

his threats make logic obsolete.

He will shut down the government

for nothing more than at his whim...

then say to build his border wall,

e’en though our debt pours o’er the brim.

{About time he struck out.}

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The Laureate-Observe the Puppet

Observe the Puppet

If Prez were like Pinocchio

every time he tells a lie,

all within his base would know

his crows grow when his truths belie.

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The Laureate-Microplastics

Microplastics

It’s in our salt and ocean fish.

It could be spice on every dish.

We only know it’s a no-no...

that may in time cause us anguish.

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The Laureate-Listen 12818

Listen! 12818

We’ve problems with Earth’s temperature.

Our food is filled with deadly germs.

The ocean is packed with plastics,

and Prez, with facts, can’t come to terms.

Prez, listen to the scientists...

you tell us you are smart.

But as a genius you should know

to put a horse before the cart.

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The Laureate-No Loophole for Coal

No Loophole for Coal

(Flush EPA down Trump’s bidet)

To serve your base you sponsor coal,

but the air, I’m sure you know,

is breathed by all within this land

and noxious fumes to them you’d dole.

(And the onus of their suffering is on the Prez.)

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The Laureate-The New Year

The New Year

It matters not your name for God,

nor if you feel no God to fear.

It matters only this year ends...

and that we all hold dear.

Our needs, our goals are close to same.

Let’s join together when we pray

to let it e’er become our aim

all live in peace each day.

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The Laureate-Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays

We hear this Season’s call to all,

the urge to bond...let hearts be gay.

Time flips his page as last sand’s fall,

a moment’s pause... New Year’s birthday.

                                                                       

So let us celebrate and share

the joy this Season brings,

and pray our kith and kin are heir

to all the love that from it springs.

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The Laureate-Kareem Hunt, et al

Kareem Hunt, et al

Football rules are very strict.

Umps call a foul if harmed or kicked.

But if same mass attacks a lass,

leagues rarely call that derelict.

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The Laureate-Research

Research

Some have looked back four thousand years

to find why we now walk this path.

Some also crave to watch Big Bang

to see if God loosed good or wrath.

I feel we would be better served

if we could cure the psychopath.

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The Laureate-Waste Helped Haste

Waste Helped Haste

{Florida to London Flight}

Across the pond, perhaps beyond,

with fuel they laced with waste,

Cal’s LanzaTech, with secret spec,

says process can be used posthaste.

They exploit carbon emissions

from our manufacturing sites.

Microbes and some new renditions

may be used on many flights.

We can use less of fossil fuels

if billionaires don’t mask the tools.

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The Laureate-NASA's Insight

NASA’s Insight

Congratulations NASA

for landing safe on Mars!

You proved again your spacecrafts

are safer than our cars.

I really hope the Insight

can drill into the dirt.

‘Cause if it can’t, the Prez will rant...

God knows what tweet he’ll blurt.

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The Laureate-EPA and Climate Change

EPA and Climate Change

When the Prez ignores all facts

and puts us all in peril,

‘tis time that we decry his acts

lest the peril becomes feral.

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The Laureate-Chief Justice Roberts and The Prez.

Chief Justice Roberts and The Prez

Trump thinks a judge chose by prez

must approve what that prez says.

Where does it in our Constitution

allow gov branches have collusion?

{You swore to obey it...read it!}

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The Laureate-Thanksgiving Prayer

Thanksgiving Prayer!

Oh God, who can in space deploy

the Suns and Earth and Man,

and for the food we’ll soon enjoy,

we’ll thank you best we can.

You ask but love in payment...

dear God, that is an easy task.

We know our love is heaven sent

when we do that You ask.

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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-Numb Trump's Drum

Numb Trump’s Drum

When apparent that he has won,

nothing can still his beating drum.

His ego wants our world to quake...

take care we’ve loosed a rattlesnake..

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The Laureate-The Prez' Truth

The Prez’ Truth

The Prez says what press says is fake

and you should not one word partake.

So you should really read his tweets

and copy all his candid treats.

Remember what and how what’s said

and where, to whom, and why.

Was he smiling, or bursting red...

and later all deny.

Subtract all braggadocio,

he can’t remember facts.

But the truth that you need know

rarely, if ever, interacts.

Avant-garde

from the bard.

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The Laureate-The Choice

The Choice

Each crisis demands a riposte...

and best from those who faced the most.

Eight years in schools for P.H.D s...

not face-to-face with enemies.

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The Laureate-The Path

The Path

Few strive life-long to preach God’s word,

but kindly acts you do can teach.

Children and friends are often stirred

when tenderness is within reach.

Priests and Dervish and old Rabbi

pray that we all share that virtue.

Love fellow man...or at least try,

and you will find love follows you.

Everyone should set a goal.

God’s words have lined the path.

Wealth and power you should know

oft brings to fore internal wrath.

Keep life simple, not complex.

The well-worn paths have fewer wrecks.

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The Laureate-Emotes on Votes

Emotes on Votes

{Midterm reactions}

Politicos of any hue

must honor laws that all pass too.

Should actions bode malfeasance...

incarcerate with no adieu.

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The Laureate-Bad Mood, Prez?

Bad Mood, Prez?

The Prez seems in a funk.

We know he’s feeling punk

when all his tweets

are more like bleats...

and proffer no “Slam Dunk!”

{No Base embrace?}

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The Laureate-Drain the Fen {Swamp}

Drain the Fen! {Swamp}

Prez promised he would drain the fen,

instead he gave the gators posts.

He put them in his White House pen...

corruption made him eject most.

{But now unclog the bog!}

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The Laureate-The First Amendment-Midterm Controversy

The First Amendment

{Midterm Controversy.}

That Amendment defends free speech.

But lies that guise improbity

forswears what our forefathers preach...

they’d never sanctioned villainy.

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The Laureate-The Vote Results

The Vote Results

Scores proved there’s more than Prez’s base.

All countrymen demand their space.

Their will would have all voices heard...

and clue Prez do an about-face.

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The Laureate-The Russian Investigation

The Russia Investigation

For an innocent man

the Prez does all he can

to end the search for all the perps

who bade vote aid from Russia’s hand.

{Methinks he protests too much.}

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