The Laureate-April Fools

April Fools

April First…a day for play,

when fertile minds with humor stray...

and those who fail in mental duels

are mockingly called “April Fools.”

But, some are more than “April Fools,”

they’re prey each day for modern ghouls...

the cannibals whose wills are whet

by waxing off another’s sweat.

{Both failed to use God’s tools!}

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The Laureate-Qualms O’er Alms

Qualms O’er Alms

{Letters! I get letters!}

I soon must pay my Income Tax.

Ever year it tends to wax.

But, seems like Pols and Charity’s,

with limitless audacity,

covet the rest of my greenbacks.

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The Laureate-Who Should Judge?

Who Should Judge?

Should I care what Prez now sez

about a woman cast in sin?

I must say “Yes"...for it began

from what the Prez would have begin.

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The Laureate-Peeved

Peeved

Why is it so few can perceive

this man tells us lies to deceive...

says relishes strife,

bilks us and his wife

and hopes voters dumb or naïve.

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The Laureate-To The GOP

To The GOP

                                                                        

When you ignore who give their trust,

the only option for them must

be turn from you to grasp the Blue

and let the GOP turn dust.

{Not of the people...for the dough.}

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The Laureate-The Children's March

The Children’s March

When youths must bear an adult’s fate,

because their comrades deaths too great,

we must react as parents should

to succor them to ease the weight.

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The Laureate-Putin

Putin

If our Prez wants to be a friend

with one who does our chaos send,

we have to ask,

why seems his task,

all Putin’s sins he must suspend.

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The Laureate-White House Staff

White House Staff

Prez tends hire who is passé

to aid him through his days of gray.

He clearly does not want advice...

they are but dupes to cast away.

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The Laureate-As We Age.

As We Age

As we age goals morph anew,

another end we must pursue.

There’s little time for wealth, or fame...

leave progeny praiseworthy name.

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The Laureate-N.I.H {Not invented Here.}

N.I.H.

{Not Invented Here.}

Politicos, when Party bound,

use logic that can quite astound.

The compost heap receives as dung

what their cabal did not propound.

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

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The Laureate-As The Sun Sets

As The Sun Sets

         

Behold the sky as clouds display

the entrails of a dying day.

The aura flow from rose to gray

augers to all there’s no replay.

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The Laureate-The Plastic Peril

The Plastic Peril

“The future is plastics,”

‘twas said in film, “The Graduate.”

But, we now know it brings sorrow...

a future of trash we must combat.

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The Laureate-White House Flophouse {Rex Tillerson et al}

White House Flophouse

{Rex Tillerson et al}

The Prez said he would drain the swamp,

but he now drains The House instead.

If he had left the crocs outside,

they would not romp so near his bed.

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The Laureate-Social Media

Social Media

I view the social media 

to bare the paths of special friends.

But should they try to morph my vote,

that’s oft where friendship bends...and rends.

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The Laureate-The Puppets

The Puppets

What’s happened to the GOP?

Does Prez now rule unchecked and free? 

Does he declare that which you do,

when my vote said you work for me.

{And what I view, makes my blood stew.}

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The Laureate-The Meeting

The meeting

When a foe agrees to meet

take care on what you say, or tweet.

This is the time to search for rhyme...

and harmony o’er time repeat.

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The Laureate-Jared Kushner

Jared Kushner

Jared saw his clearance fall...

and that should happen, after all.

His meetings dark for money sought

are gross sins that would most appall.

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The Laureate-In Search of Truth

In Search of Truth

So many websites post the news!

So many have their biased views!

And, then when Prez responds with lies,

no sage can gauge truth from refuse.

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The Laureate-The White House Pit

The White House Pit

When you’re enclosed with White House snakes,

‘tis best you learn to play the flute.

For though they note all the mistakes,

they’ll concentrate on what you toot.

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The Laureate-Perception

Perception

That which we perceive

we tend to believe.

Yet shadows can weave

all we can conceive.

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

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The Laureate-You've Made America Grate Again!

You’ve Made America Grate Again!

Our Congress is in love with guns

and Prez goes oft half-cocked.

Both practice nepotism...

malfeasance interlocked.

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The Laureate-Mal Management

Mal Management

To flay aides with your ridicule

makes colleagues deem you’re crass and cruel.

In private tell them how you feel,

and keep the fallout miniscule.

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The Laureate-Perks?

Perks?

When those In charge waste tax greenbacks

on trips and stays at plush bivouacs,

we label that act malfeasance...

first chance we get, give them the axe.

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