It's My Turn
A poet's reaction to the news media.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
The Laureate-Trump’s Responsibility
Trump’s Responsibility
You say you’re not responsible
for countrymen who died.
But would we have this debacle
if you sought tools and quelled your pride
.
{Lies and ego...a dire duo.}
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Monday, March 30, 2020
The Laureate-Home Is Your Castle
Home is Your Castle
Don’t feel your home now a dungeon...
best sense it is a port alee,
and let it be the bastion
you use to aid your progeny.
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Sunday, March 29, 2020
The Laureate-Covid Rules
Covid Rules
The sages tells us we must stay
six feet from strangers, kith and kin.
But all phones and internet may
connect you and cause no chagrin.
{The virus rules but all men are not fools.}
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Saturday, March 28, 2020
The Laureate-Return to Trump?
Return to Trump?
Would you choose reincarnation?
Would you agree to live again
if the Don still runs this nation,
and to czar he would ascend?
{I would not come back even as a dog!}
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Friday, March 27, 2020
The Laureate-Heed Covid Warnings
Heed Covid Warnings
Some states are covered with mares tails...
best moor alee while fear prevails.
Wait
ashore for mackerel skies
and pray dawn’s red sky pales.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2020
The Laureate-My Prez 32520
My Prez 32520
When you insult those ‘cross the aisle
and consider the press as foes,
you cannot expect words of praise
while they are dodging all your blows
.
{Consider telling but true facts,
and you may like how that impacts.}
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Tuesday, March 24, 2020
The Laureate-Covid-19 Status Reports
Covid-19 Status Reports
Listen to what Trump has to say...
listen, absorb, ponder and weigh.
Regrettably, the Prez oft lies
and from the truth at times will stray.
{If it’s facts you want to know,
ask a pro, skip Trump’s salvo.}
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Monday, March 23, 2020
The Laureate-Trump's Protest
Trump’s Protest
Trump says he’s not appreciated,
but we can’t trust that which he’s stated.
He tells more lies than a spoiled brat,
and we all know from whence came that.
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Sunday, March 22, 2020
The Laureate-Covid-19 Prayer
3/22/2020
Covid-19 Prayer
Pray kin and kith sequestered
in domiciles kept virus free.
Though leaders may fail and make mistakes,
let God and Chi oversee.
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Saturday, March 21, 2020
The Laureate-Sequester Needs
The Sequester Needs
When we find a low-life
who for some pence will cause Man strife.
They should be stranded on an isle
with sharks circling their domicile.
First, take their pence for the offense
and throw it in the sea.
Then tell them if they rescue it,
they’re free...to plant one lone tree.
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Friday, March 20, 2020
The Laureate-Sequestered
Sequestered
Your mind must find a quiet place,
where you can ponder at your pace...
where the media and milieu
cannot your inner peace displace.
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Thursday, March 19, 2020
The Laureate-The Covid-19 Relief Plan
The Covid-19 Relief Plan
The Don tweeted that his critics
may not receive the checks...
he’d punish them with his mayhem
of all his bottlenecks.
{Trump’s teenage rage sets the stage to rampage.
Oops! There goes my check.}
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The Laureate- The Virus Sequester
Haiku
The Virus Sequester
Virus strikes who roam.
‘Tis time to augment knowledge...
make home your college.
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Tuesday, March 17, 2020
The Laureate-Pass the House Covid-19 Bill
Pass the House Covid-19 Bill
Senate should remember
the House bill best be passed.
The longer we wait, they stir
all the rage they amassed.
{Haste makes waste...delay risqué.}
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Monday, March 16, 2020
The Laureate-The Don's Doing
The Don’s Doing
Trump’s smiling like a Cheshire Cat
since Market Feds have lowered rates.
That means our market’s, this or that,
minute interest generates.
{Trump manipulated the Feds for the Market?}
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Saturday, March 14, 2020
The Laureate-The Don Con
The Don Con
The Don keeps saying virus tests
were done for us the very best.
But seems they’re ne’er available
to those who are in dire distress.
{“He is not responsible!”...
The buck
never stops near
this
president.
}
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Friday, March 13, 2020
The Laureate-Covid-19 Problems {Haiku}
Covid-19 Problems {Haiku}
Best prioritize!
Array your fears and excise...
Chi best then advise.
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Thursday, March 12, 2020
The Laureate-Our Errant President
Our Errant President
Our Don would help the billionaires,
because bad news ruined their affairs
The Middle Class will crook their necks
but rich men will send him fat checks.
{The Don believes in quid pro quo.}
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Wednesday, March 11, 2020
The Laureate-Covid-19 {Haiku}
Covid-19 {Haiku}
The virus is new...
crucial facts we must pursue
ere we can subdue.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2020
The Laureate-This Laureate's Caveat
This Laureate’s Caveat
This poet has but words to paint
o'er lies with which The Don will taint.
The lies his base with zest applaud...
but best soon find a sage he ain’t.
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Monday, March 9, 2020
The Laureate-The Infected Ship
The Infected ship
Tell me of the logic
to keep a ship at sea
when known viral sickness
will spread...docs guarantee.
If some sick serve the ship,
know more acquire the germ.
And each day that you waste
more will become infirm.
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Saturday, March 7, 2020
The Laureate-Covid-19
Covid-19
Trump, all now know about your gaffe
at first status of the germ.
Your falsehoods failed to telegraph
the danger of the micro worm.
From now on please tell the truth,
once you find a valid sleuth.
People need the proper plan
to know whatever they must ban.
{Trump’s 16,000 lies may be a sickness
with no cure!}
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Friday, March 6, 2020
The Laureate-To Congress
To Congress
Try to recall our yesterdays...
when you could rare see through the haze.
With lungs afire and weeping eyes,
you found the answers in the maze.
You passed laws to deter the smog...
coal, waste and cars would not air clog.
And if you now erase that slate
our votes may write your epilogue.
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Thursday, March 5, 2020
The Laureate-Trump Embellishes
Trump Embellishes
When the Don’s lips move you know he lies...
all of us know {it’s no surprise}.
If he checks facts and he looks bad,
Trump’s lies disguise to superb highs.
{Always fact check...truth resurrect.}
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Trump Embellishes
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
The Laureate-Trump's Quest
Trump’s Quest
The Don demands pawn loyalty...
investigations have begun.
Those acts reveal his quest for tsar...
if he beats Joe Biden.
{Any Trump investigation should alarm this nation!}
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Tuesday, March 3, 2020
The Laureate-Trump Rally Folly
Trump Rally Folly
The Don roars lies to his base
when performing at his rallies.
They chant, applaud...and embrace
like they believe his fallacies.
{I hesitate to call them dumb...
when Trump performs, their brains go numb.}
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