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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