The Laureate-Best Know, My Prez!

Best Know, My Prez!

Best know, my Prez, not all are Red.

You dare not feather but their bed.

Your paid to represent us all...

tweets imply on the rest you’ll tread.

{And should they boo your hue...

your reign is through.}

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The Laureate-Kennedy's Seat

Kennedy’s Seat

Prez wants another sycophant

to fill the judge's seat.

That makes one more that must adore

and bolster each conceit.

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The Laureate-Supreme Court

The Supreme Court

{Justice Kennedy, et al}

If the judges are unbiased,

who cares if they are Red or Blue...

as long as they assess the law

to prove it does not our rights skew.

{Therein lies the rub.}

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The Laureate-Dream Catchers

Dream Catchers

Indians use dream catchers

to shield them from a nightmare,

and when they put them near their bed

they sleep without a care.

I found it’s best by the TV

when the Prez lies to his base.

I rarely ever hear a word...

that’s what dream-catchers must efface.

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The Laureate-Our Prez...Our Problem

Our Prez...Our Problem

With four or more times in bankruptcy,

the Prez knows how to milk our laws,

but if he bankrupts our country,

Putin, alone, will give applause.

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The Laureate-Time Blue Must Boo!

Time Blue Must Boo!

The Prez has shown his bias

toward those of another hue.

If Democrat,

best ponder that...

prez'  podium oft spreads odium.

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The Laureate-Listen

Listen

Listen to what they have to say…

listen, absorb, ponder and weigh.

But though it is said by sage or saint,

you decide…for you must pay.

{From the book, As The Mood Prescribes by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-The Prez and Putin Meeting

The Prez and Putin Meeting

It just seems fair the Prez should meet

the man whose meddling won his seat.

But, if the mood

makes him collude,

our Prez may join the stained elite.

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The Laureate-Trump's Lame Game

Trump’s Lame Game

If you are Red and they are Blue,

know wise men do not vote the hue.

And if you paint your foes with lies,

smart voters will bid you adieu.

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The Laureate-The Bully Balks

The Bully Balks

You have made the bully flinch,

when you joined to show your ire.

The Prez saw your tsunami form

and found his future dire.

{I applaud!}

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The Laureate-The Wall, et al...or else!

The Wall, et al...or else!

Never give a bully power...

his rants and raves in time turn sour.

And, all who tire of his threats

will rise as one...not cower.

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The Laureate-Tweets or Deceits

Tweets or Deceits

If facts are morphed to change their guise

in hope they will now appetize,

it matters not your lofty goal,

no truth remains... just well spliced lies.

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The Laureate-DACA, Asylum Seekers, et al

DACA, Asylum Seekers, et al

When people are in dire pain

Prez uses them in ways obscene.

And, they’ll await their unkind fate

as pawns for all his wants foreseen.

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The Laureate-Father's Day

Father’s Day

They may no longer ride a steed.

Yet, are they not the selfsame breed?

Their dragons, jousts and far crusades

are battles fought to fill each need.

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The Laureate-Pruitt Blew It

Pruitt Blew It

Look up the word malfeasance,

Pruitt fits in every sense.

If Prez, you still will praise him

the voters may bare their offense.

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The Laureate-The Quill

The Quill

The quill can stroke; can wound; can cleave.

It can inspire, instruct, deceive.

A tool to grow or a foul force...

if used to stir what fiends conceive.

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

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The Laureate-Prez' Summits

Prez’ Summits

Hither, dither, and yon...

you could have been a paragon,

if troubles at G7’s meet

and North Korea’s problem gone.

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The Laureate-Bully Beware

Bully Beware!

Some will sneer like Fu Man Chu

and try to fake the role.

Others will demand their due

with warlike rigmarole.

Little ploys like snarl and bellow

will work if you’re a bear

but if it’s not within the marrow

impostors should beware.

For those who find you tiresome

may sense your pantomime

and guises can be burdensome

once you’re past your prime.

Far better that you check your goal

and find a better course.

For tyrants who have played this role

oft end with dire remorse.

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The Laureate-G7 Meeting

G7 Meeting

Just like our General Custer,

the Prez began to bluster.

He told our friends

trade-war still wends...

and friendships lost all luster.

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The Laureate-Scott Pruitt {EPA}

Scott Pruitt

{EPA}

He seems to have no ethics...

at least none known that Jesus preached.

You’d think the Pres would fire him...

seems Prez enjoys the chaos reached.

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The Laureate-My Prez 6718

My Prez 6818

As I read your posts on Twitter,

I’m quite surprised you take the time

to sit down and to cogitate 

tweets devoid of reason or rhyme.

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The Laureate-Fickle Facts

Fickle Facts

I read the paper, hear the news,

deluged by scores of lawyer’s views.

I cannot glean the facts from fraud...

best see what Mueller o’er time hews.

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The Laureate-Pardons By The Prez

Pardons by the Prez

Like angry child Prez grasped a toy

and uses it to foes annoy...

but how long will it take his base

to stop all that he will destroy.

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The Laureate-Our Prez! 6418

Our Prez!

A Lincoln or a future tsar,

a man with pipe or scimitar...

when you say you’re above the law,

we know which one you think you are.

{...but voters can be your downfall.}

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The Laureate-The Counsel of the Years

The Counsel of the Years

Oh heed the counsel of the years,

tomorrow holds this day’s same fears.

Until you stay and face and slay

and place them surely on their biers.

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The Laureate-Twitter Blight

Twitter Blight

Does Prez have affluenza

when he stirs his Twitter blight...

our votes to blame for his brash claim

of power to pardon or smite?

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The Laureate-White House, White Lies

White House, White Lies

Half-truths lie covert in your lair,

but unlike the koans of Zen,

the truth, in Time, will often bare...

and no one may trust you again.

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The Laureate-Pardons

Pardons

{D’Sousa, et al}

Mr. Prez,

Know that we sense your call

as saying you’re above the law.

You’ve told your base some perps you’ll free...

the just deem that a travesty.

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