The Poet--Sequester Now

Sequester Now!

Sequester now bodes bad...or good.

It’s time that we best trim all fat.

Good health could come if Congress would

fix quickly ills the fools begat.

Our nation’s laws are cumbersome...

the sages can’t interpret them.

And hybrid bureaus now become

just monuments to mayhem.

So trim the fat from all thereat...

for that may be our hemostat.

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The Poet--The God Particle

The God Particle

They saw the boson, boffins say...

before a blink it blew away.

If right, the bit can back “Big Bang”...

if wrong, it’s just another “Dang!”

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The Poet--Comet Pan-Starrs

The Comet Pan-Starrs

Last night I watched the Comet

fly cross the heaven's sphere.

The fiery tale it bared to me

mixed beauty, awe...yet fear.

For heaven’s filled with wanderers,

though few too close to stay.

With all the universe to roam

why, near us do they stray?

When meteors ignite the sky,

I stay up to enjoy,

though comets and big brothers,

can all of life destroy.

To me they are but bothers...

they are but kismet’s toy.

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The Poet--Again a Cliff!

Again a Cliff!

My God!  We face another cliff...

and we must face it days away.

The cast of players and their rift

again will force all logic stray.

Seems the parties Red and Blue

have polarized all votes...

let all turn gray and have their say

to keep the Ship of State afloat.

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The Poet--Air Travel Rules

Air Travel Rules

Air travel has become much safer,

We soon may bring much more on planes.

Fuzz now must think themselves abler

to know that which now kills or maims.

A little knife that one can fold,

or corkscrew, golf club, hockey stick,

can hurt you on the ground, we’re told,

but should not hurt with perps airsick.

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The Poet--Get Out of Jail Free

Get Out of Jail Free

We know you are illegal,

but Prez says let you go.

The law said you should stay in jail...

but we don’t have the dough.

If ever we find money,

we’ll call and you must come.

But Wait!   Give it a second thought...

most perps are not that dumb.

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The Poet--Sequester?

Sequester?

Sequester is the term they chose

to fill us all with fear,

but don’t you know we had to go

where pols can’t interfere.

The Red and Blue kept arguing

with repostes of their choice,

but when all fell from off the cliff,

the fools have lost their voice.

We now must pare and peel

all rubbish found within...

and when we do let’s start anew

to choose with discipline.

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