The Laureate-The Russian Probe

The Russian Probe

When our Red pols distort the facts

of the Russian meddling probe,

it tells us what their ethos lacks...

or fail to use their frontal lobe

{One nagging thought is resident,

they seem to fear our President.}

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The Laureate-What Muse to Choose?

What Muse to Choose

What Muses would you choose

as coaches through your life?

if all but one should lose,

who could lead you past all strife?

In truth you need all nine.

For tragedy and history

oft leave good wit behind...

and wit can salve most misery.

But, wisdom shares all nine.

So best you gather all,

to let their gifts entwine,

and pray that will all ills forestall.

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The Laureate-On Anger Haiku

On Anger Haiku

Be not like the bee

who in anger threats to sting...

death waits both, maybe.

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The Laureate-An Independent's Say

An Independent’s Say

Since some pols lie re what they will do,

I never choose all Red nor Blue.

I search to know pols choice of vote...

and why they cast their aye or boo.

{Then search the answers hid from view

to find sins which they oft demote. }

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The Laureate-National Administrative Professionals Day {April 25, 2018}

National Administrative Professionals Day {April 25, 2018}

I, frankly, don’t know what to say!

Are we to hug those we assay,

who now pass laws to hide the rich,

as quid pro quo for their dark pay?

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The Laureate-Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago .

If Land needs help as Prez plays golf...

and feel a hero’s hat can doff.

All tweets those days that haze the maze

make some to label him “dummkopf.”

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The Laureate-Earth Day 2018

Earth Day 2018

The Planet’s Beau

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.

Arise, my friend...to Earth pledge, “Oui”.

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The Laureate-Stresses of Life

Stresses of Life

Plants, shrubs, and trees must face the wind,

and draw from life-force deep within.

Every year they face that foe

and to survive, Yang bonds with Yin.

{And, Man must learn same discipline.}

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The Laureate-Obtuse News

Obtuse News

Fake news now fills the internet,

the prez oft tells us so.

It’s true, but oft his Tweets abet...

and lies near reach a new plateau.

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The Laureate-April 18, 2018 {National Animal Crackers Day}

April 18, 2018 {National Animal Crackers Day}

It’s Animal Crackers Day I’m told.

The Nation, I guess, must celebrate.

But the bipeds in the White House

are always crackers here of late.

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The Laureate-Tax Day

Tax Day

The time to weigh the toll you pay

when those who represent you,

without  your say, just waste away

what they declare your due.

Next time you vote, least try to note

that every ballot cast,

may float your boat with all you tote

consigned to some half-ass.

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The Laureate-Gifts From Charities

Gifts From Charities

If they send you a whit,

then ask you for alms,

Such a ploy should annoy

and fill you with qualms.

They want you indebted

for taking their gift.

It’s just like the shell game

where a pea will shift.

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The Laureate-The Future

The Future

Would you now know the future?

What price deemed fair for you?

If you could change just but one whit

what fires would you brave through?

You know now of the future…

for all your acts to date

have damaged or have succored it…

morphed that you now await.

You can’t revise your past,

the present’s here…held fast.

If you’d affect your future,

help Time this day…now cast.

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The Laureate-Paul Ryan

Paul Ryan

Ryan leaving. I’m not grieving!

Initially he fought the debt...

at least until our Prez he met.

Once exposed to his deceiving,

“Prez tax aids rich...both’s epithet.”

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The Laureate-Sage...nor Saint!

Sage... nor Saint!

{Both can be Biased.}

Though sage or saint may counsel you,

let mind and heart decide what’s true.

For you alone have walked your path,

and don’t belong in common queue.

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The Laureate-Damascus, Syria

Damascus, Syria

Trump feels Assad used poison gas!

Russia said no when U.N. asked.

But Prez feels Putin tells no lies...

and wrong response can cause morass.

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The Laureate-Lady Luck

Lady Luck    

When you play a game of chance,

you better  know with whom you dance.

Though all bid for the “Lady’s” smile,

to all but one she’ll look askance

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The Laureate-Demand Transparency

Demand Transparency!

Best know that all the money dark

that’s given our politicos

comes from donors who assume

the quid pro quo to end their woes.

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The Laureate-They Are Like Weeds

They Are Like Weeds

How oft confronted by a weed,

our greatest fear, it soon will seed.

And as we seize the hoe or spray,

we know we must proceed with speed.

Like terrorist, a corrupt pol,

has  long forgot his holy vow,

and has, for evil, sold his soul...

and our next vote must oust him now.

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The Laureate-Scott Pruitt, et al

Scott Pruitt, et al

Where does Prez Trump come by such men...

too many perps in his bullpen.

Most of them think our income tax

is fare for kleptomaniacs.

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The Laureate-Our Army...Where?

Our Army...Where?

Our Army is too busy...

involved in world defense.

Now Prez would use it as a wall...

just more of his nonsense?

Prez wanted a parade...

the border’s not a place for it.

It’s where two countries freely trade...

not where armed forces should commit.

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The Laureate-Each Day

Each Day

Each day the dawn and sunset vie

to stir those dreams you set awry.

‘Cause with the dawn a new lot’s cast 

and what’s on hold could vivify.

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The Laureate-Fake Truths.

Fake Truths

When you add some spice to facts,

no truth remains, just lies will wax.

And all the gusto you impart

cannot solve what your truth now lacks.

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The Laureate-Tiangong-1 Satellite

Tiangong-1 Satellite

Two thousand, two hundred, seventy-one

satellites circle the earth each day.

That’s fine, I guess, until they are done

and find our planet is in its way.

It’s fine for a very tiny orb,

they tend to burn up in the sky.

But, if the ether does not absorb,

pray God it does not land nearby.

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