The Laureate-Supreme Court Puppets

Supreme Court Puppets 

Constitution makes evident

Congress declares how funds are spent.

The Trump puppets on the Court

allow their Don to circumvent.

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The Laureate-Impossible Dreams {Haiku}

Impossible Dreams {Haiku}

Impossible dreams

are best you let dissipate...

Chi is bound by fate.

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The Laureate-McConnell at the Senate's Gate

McConnell at our Senate’s Gate

The Spartans at Thermopylae,

Horatius' clash upon Rome's bridge,

fought lethal foes for their country

so freedom would not be hostage.

They’re heroes now within Time’s lore.

But, the Red Pol at Senate’s gate

earns now, from us, intense rancor...

behind his gate good laws stagnate.

             {More Nero, than hero!}

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The Laureate-The Mueller Report Attack

The Mueller Report Attack

Most Red Pol attacks on Mueller

reminded me what I abhor...

those lawyers who must win debates

with sarcasm, and little more.

{Yet, Trump now loves his corp.}

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The Laureate-Mueller's Report

Mueller’s Report

As yesterday’s poem foresaw

the Prez tweets blare a victory.

The Red pols attacked with blatant gall

to save him from adversity.

Mueller reported he would err

to accused Prez of misdeeds.

Congress alone is the co-heir  

to decide on wayward deeds.

The Prez, again, took to the fore

and used his puppet’s chaff...

to declare he is once more

free to tweet, crow , and laugh.

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The Laureate-When Mueller Speaks

When Mueller Speaks

If Prez should watch as Mueller speaks,

I bet he’ll fill our day with tweets.

He’ll blare, again, “media lies”

about all his amazing feats.

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The Laureate-My Prez 72319

My Prez 72319

You’ve proved to us you are a schmo...

attack Dem gals...declare they leave.

But the world hears you say go...

‘cause they decry how you deceive.

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The Laureate-The Debt

The Debt

Congress must make ev’ry effort

to pay off all our debt.

Instead our pols each year resort

to jeopardize our land’s kismet.

The rule should be pols get four years

to lessen what we owe...

and should Congress stay in arrears

fifty percent must go.

{And every four years who stayed shed tears...

and why, they’ll surely know.}

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The Laureate-Trump's Tales

Trump’s Tales {Haiku}

In Trump’s tales of yore

too oft hubris taints the lore...

puffery ignore.

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The Laureate-As Twilight Blends {Haiku}

That which we perceive,

 as the twilight shadows weave,

too often deceive.

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The Laureate-Trump's Rallies...Really!

Trump’s Rallies...Really!

When the Pres stumps to meet his base,

he oft presents similar shows.

The puppet master keeps same plot...

because, I think, that’s all he knows.

{Lock him up!}

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The Laureate-Our 2020 Vote

Our 2020 Vote

Our votes select from Red and Blue...

pols must perform...or polls will hew.

The White House is a den for rogues...

I think you know what you should do.

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The Laureate-Mr. President

Mr. President

I read your tweets everyday

and wonder if you ever work.

I can’t guess how you earn your pay

when all you do is Blue pols irk.

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The Laureate-My Prez {7/15/19}

My Prez: {71519}

If you would work across the aisle,

it is much better if you smile.

Your angry tweets,

that but browbeats,

beguile as would a crocodile.

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The Laureate-2020

2020

The President and RNC

want 2020 money from me.

I guess some bits of money dark

need to have an addressee.

{I must say, “No!”...blatantly.}

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The Laureate-Heed Him {Haiku}

Heed Him {Haiku}

Note what Jesus said,

or where your deity led...

Chi then guides your head.

                                           

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The Laureate-Trump’s Executive Orders

Trump’s Executive Orders

How long will it be before Red Pols

tell Trump he must obey our laws?

He seems to think his catbird seat

makes all parade to his drumbeat.

{The Parade...plus!}

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The Laureate-Jeffrey Epstein Trial

Jeffrey Epstein Trial

No matter how it was explained,

the sentence reeks like rotten fish...

most billionaires, when so arraigned,

need but to bribe and make a wish.

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The Laureate-Our Skies, Trump's Lies

Our Skies, Trump’s Lies

Most know the Prez is not that smart,

but Red Pols and his base of fools

throughout his tweets and TV lies,

are all enthralled...ford his cesspools.

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The Laureate-Tweet Attacks

Tweet Attacks

The Prez started a tweet attack

against Fox News and a Brit.

The Brit received a little flack,

but Trump feels Fox News has hired a twit.

{...a Wharton prof saw his wee wit.}

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Happy Birthday, Pat

My muse is having a birthday...
plus she's best friend, lover and wife.
What is the gift that I can give
to the one that lifts my life?*

As we age our strengths must blend,
when troubles come, seek me, your friend.
I*ll hold my muse, my love, my wife...
please know I'm near when you feel strife.

{This card can not say all I think...
as Scot, I'm loath to waste good ink}.

Happy Birthday Pat!

The Laureate-Prez' War

Prez’s War

Prez won’t admit lies,

blames press for fake news....

his heel spurs advise

his ego may bruise.

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The Laureate-Alas

   Alas! {Haiku}

     When woe bends you low,

  and heart and Chi near nadir,

         don’t let fear adhere.

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The Laureate-Trump’s Independence Gala

Trump’s Independence Gala

If the Prez is using our tax

to his huge ego satisfy,

while he allows our debt to wax...

our outcry must now vilify.

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The Laureate-Independence Day

4^th of July

As you gaze upon the sky

as rockets fill the night,

and Sousa’s marches make you cry…

our flag lit by their light,

remember good men fight and die

to shield our dear birthright.

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