The Laureate-Red Pol's Fouls

Red Pol’s Fouls

Senate pols dined in Putin’s lair...

later removed his penalties.

Whatever Prez wants those pols deem fair...

they have become the Prez flunkies.

{Beware! His House has many fleas.}

[*July 4, 2018]

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The Laureate-Lies, White Lies, and Damned Lies

Lies, White Lies, and Damned Lies

The Prez has told eight thousand lies

to his base and his allies.

His wall can surely hold one more...

say Mexico will close their door.

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The Laureate-A Quiet Place

A Quiet Place

Your mind must find a quiet place,

where you can ponder at your pace...

where media and the milieu

cannot your inner peace displace.

{No Trump Tweets!}

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The Laureate-The Shutdown Unbound!

The Shutdown Unbound!

Workers who survived his snit

will celebrate the end of it.

If now, for weeks, Prez threatens more,

his very name they will abhor.

{‘Tis time best note, they also vote.}

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The Laureate-Thirty-five Days!

Thirty-five Days!

The workers that you fail to pay

for all the jobs that save a life,

I would expect for you to say

Thanks, at the least,....then ease their strife.

{May your ego feel their pain.}

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The Laureate-Prez Forte...NO WAY!

Prez Forte...NO WAY!

The Prez is now the spoiled kid

who closed Gov doors to get his way.

If we relent what we forbid,

that will become that brats forte.

{Too bad he doesn’t just hold his breath.}

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The Laureate-This Country's Disease

This Country’s Disease

The Markets up...the Markets down.

Did the prez  smile...or wear a frown.

Unless pols let him build his wall,

he doesn’t care what ills befall.

{...better with flu, than you!}

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The Laureate-The Allure -Haiku

The Allure

{Haiku}

The moth has the flame,

for man it is quest of fame...

both best fear nadir.

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The Laureate-In Memory of MLK

In Memory of MLK

He said don’t judge on hue of skin,

in lieu of what's ensconced within.

If souls be bared to common view,

how few would bid you, “Enter In.”

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The Laureate-The Author

The Author

{Haiku}

Poetry or prose

often can a heart expose...

essence stirs, Chi flows.

{Especially when the Prez tweets.}

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The Laureate-The Prez Turns Me Off

The Prez Turns Me Off

Whatever the Prez says or writes,

I consider a slam or lie.

And when he bemoans his many plights,

I leave before he faults deny.

{When truth is lax, it’s all false facts.}

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The Laureate-Russian Sanctions

Russian Sanctions

Many Red pols with Blue agree

the Prez has erred in worst degree.

To lift the sanctions Russia earned,

have even some loyal puppets spurned.

{To paraphrase Mark Twain, “His ignorance covers the whole world

like a blanket...”

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The Laureate-Prez Rendezvous

Prez Rendezvous

When the Prez meets men of power,

and hides from us all notes,

it may have been a rendezvous

for mischief he promotes.

Trump met with Putin several times,

and all were held within the dark.

And when each time both smiled and hugged,

we wondered what had caused the spark.

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The Laureate-17 Lawyers, Prez?

17 Lawyers, Prez?

When seventeen lawyers cogitate,

they rarely will agree.

Beware! The men you feel relate...

but echo lies that you decree.

{And that could be a big mistake.}

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The Prez...Seventeen Lawyers!

The Prez...Seventeen Lawyers!

(I hope my taxes are not paying them!)

I only saw a lawyer once...

he quickly proved he thought me dunce.

He’d take my case if can fee pay

but must show where my money lay.

{Once they unearth your worth...fee spree.}

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The Laureate-Pols Break...Feds Ache

Pols Break...Feds Ache

Prez brags he’s best of all the rest...

he has done more than all his peers.

‘Til now his brags had lied or jest,

but he alone blocks our frontiers.

{Prez call...his wall.}

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The Laureate-Make The Senate Vote

Make The Senate Vote...McConnell

The G.O.P. should have to vote

to let the country know their stand.

Then, finally, each State can note

which Red Pols like the Prez’ plan.

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The Laureate-Still Shut Down

Still Shut Down

Prez doesn’t have the where-with-all

to keep us safe without a wall.

Just as he can’t negotiate

 unless he can roar and dictate.

{The Prez must learn to listen

to hear how much he’s missen.}

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The Laureate-Jellyfish Anguish

Jellyfish Anguish

They’re not a solution

to end our pollution.

They cause more problems than they cure.

They now travel trans-ocean

and have become our threat du jour.

{...from global warming, Prez.}

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The Laureate-Shutdown Saga

Shutdown Saga

The Prez shut down the government

because he wants his wall.

He doesn’t care some have no pay.

Until he smiles he ruins their day

and let’s them suffer...that’s his call.

 (Upon next vote all have their say.)

The Laureate-Fi-nan-shills

Fi-nan-shills

The market rose...more have found work

The news I read must be Fox quirk.

If all those Feds received no pay,

what is the math you used today?

{A coup...when you can slue what’s true!}

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The Laureate-The Prez' Wall

The Prez’ Wall

Prez says the wall will keep perps out...

pay but a tad to end blackout.

Should they climb it, or soar o’er it,

tunnel ‘neath it, or sail round it,

he may his wall no longer tout.

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The Laureate-The Swear In

The Swear In

Congratulations Red and Blue.

The voters put their faith in you,

to solve our problems as a team...

not to just augment your regime.

{Don’t make us swear at you!}

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The Laureate-January 1, 2019

January 1, 2019

We best address the new year.

Remember that which last year passed

was ne’er beyond that you control,

and need not this year last.

Best read no tweets from Trump,

then you will miss his lies.

He is so far down in his dump,

his falsehoods can not sanitize.

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