The Laureate-The Senate's Vote

The Senate's Vote

Congratulations pols of red

you’ve voted in a czar!

Although Trump’s lawyers set the stage,

you set him up to go that far.

{Accept his threats, for rest...regrets!}

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The Laureate-Senate Questions

Senate Questions

Senate pols look for ways

to choose a course voters will praise.

House facts point out Trump’s guilt,

but GOP prefers he stays.

{Let witnesses clear all haze

and see which side must wilt.}

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The Laureate-Impeachment Queries

Impeachment Queries

The pros and cons to Trump impeach

were offered Blue and Red to preach.

Trump’s lawyers seemed to have more facts,

the very things Blues cannot reach.

{The law’s delay...or just his, “Nay.”

Only we can save the day!}

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The Laureate-Trump’s Impeachment 12720

Trump’s Impeachment 12720

President Trump has done no wrong...

that’s what his lawyers say.

They said it like it was the truth

so they can earn their pay.

They even attacked Obama and Biden

although they’re not on trial.

Facts they proposed

that they disclosed

should now be considered libel.

{A lawyers lie is a truth awry.}

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The Laureate-Dawn {Haiku}

Dawn {Haiku}

Rise and face each day.

Avoid ennui and its sway...

best wit light your way.

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The Laureate-Media Dogma

Media Dogma

The media oft fills the air

with words of triumph or despair.

Their books, or mags, or songs, TV,

determine what you will find there.

They’ve chosen what is on your plate

for that you soon may masticate.

It should be tested over time...

before you blend it with your fate.

{Be careful what you swallow.}

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The Laureate-Life's Paths

Life’s Paths

Like snowflakes we are different,

but for most it’s not apparent.

For though all share their country’s fare,

all have life trials to circumvent.

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The Laureate-The Trial

The Trial

I listen and what worries me

are the lies I sense some speak.

If those who swear do not fear God,

how can our courts the truth e’er seek.

Think of what the lawyers say,

“Plead innocent till proven wrong.”

But when you die, can’t rectify

the lies decedents bear lifelong.

{“Guilty” from peers...truth perseveres.}

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The Laureate-Yesterday's Senate Trial

Yesterday’s Senate Trial

Twenty- two years ago

I left the GOP,

but voted for the ones

I felt think same as me.

But yesterday all Senators

proved Trump controls their will,

and red pols who just do his bid

did not their vows fulfill.

{McConnell signed the log, then...backlog}”

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The Laureate-Senate Trial 121220

Senate Trial 12120

Trump’s lawyers used obfuscation,

spiced with outright lies,

to attack the democrats...

which was no surprise.

If lawyers had to take an oath

that they will tell true facts,

they all would have to leave the court

from what that oath exacts.

{When lawyers debate, lies can facts inflate.}

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The Laureate-Senate's Trial 11820

The Senate’s Trial 11820

Moscow Mitch told us all

he’d save Trump from a fall.

Yet, he signed Senate’s log...

what name did Mitch then scrawl?

{Or did he doom his white plume?}

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The Laureate-The Senate Trial 11620

The Senate Trial 11620

Your signature may be bold

only if with truth you’ll mold.

The feather white...you can not wear

if you will not true facts unfold.

{Truth must out...what its about!}

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The Laureate-PFAS Haiku

Haiku

 PFAS

Who detracts from health

to increase their wealth with stealth

are Satan’s minions.

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The Laureate-The Senate Trial

The Senate Trial

The voters say the Senate trial

must have witnesses testify.

If it’s a sham, McConnell scam,

they may bid you all goodbye.

{You made a vow...fidelity now!}

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The Laureate-Power Corrupts

Power Corrupts {Redux}

Power corrupts...it has been said,

but money was fed where czars had led.

Now billionaires embrace that goal,

and seek a boon from oil and coal.

Too oft Trump aids those who aspire

and cares not for the earth entire.

He only wants to be a tsar

and join the rich where e’er they are.

{Trump’s policies affect us all,

and his deeds should all appall.}

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The Laureate-The Artist's Palette {Haiku}.

Haiku

The Artist’s Palette

Colors set the tone.

Artists can use brush or quill.

Chi must find the skill.

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The Laureate-The Political Wrong

The Political Wrong

Politicians are labeled Left or Right

to indicate how minds incline.

But, when they are called “far” or “slight”

...those choices are quite asinine.

The Red and Blue continue to

label their foes at the extreme.

But, both approach the center line

with just their bases in between.

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The Laureate-Mitch McConnell’s Niche (>550 bills)

Mitch McConnell’s Niche (>550 bills)

He is still known as Moscow Mitch.

But all those bills he will not move

because he’s now the prez’s bitch

and will do naught Trump won’t approve.

{The RNC does not care...

as the Don’s pawns they do not dare!}

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The Laureate-The Constitution

The Constitution

Three branches of government

is what the Constitution plies...

the Senate, and the Supreme Court...

and in the House the other guys.

Two of three Trump has easily

morphed to puppets that he can guide.

That smart he’s not for he forgot,

by votes his ploys are nullified.

{Do not let Trump become a Czar...

 even a Don is much too far.

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The Laureate-Trump's Iran Pan

Trump’s Iran Pan

When explaining your decisions,

don’t expand with sham revisions.

Do not insult past presidents

who faced and fought their afflictions.

{Beware of braggadocio...you are not there to bare ego.

                   A man of many gaffes, best beware of epitaphs.}                    

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The Laureate-Parents!

Parents!

No children should hear Trump’s speeches...

Amendment 1 he always breaches.

The man has no morals,

spews lies in his quarrels...

‘tis not what the Bible teaches.

{His mistakes logic breaks,

but red pols ignore his pratfalls.}

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The Laureate-Iraq's Squawk

Iraq’s Squawk

Trump's Iran gaffe upset Iraq...

they told him that our troops must leave.

Our many years to build a friend

we now no longer may achieve.

{Trump brags he is best to parley,

but that’s not what he does display.}

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The Laureate Suleimani’s Death

Suleimani’s Death

Again, Trump wears the albatross,

and we don’t know for us the cost,

nor does the world at this point...

once more Trump got his brainwaves crossed.

{Show Trump the door, if he starts war!}

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The Laureate-Impeachment 2020

Impeachment 2020

I’m not a lawyer but can vote.

I care not on whom red pols dote...

just have to wait to judge Trump’s fate.

And then my vote can be of note.

{If the Senate wants to hide Trump’s crime,

I’ll wait for election time.}

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