The Laureate-'Tis Time

‘Tis time, indeed, that you appraise

the misspent hours within Life’s maze

there are never enough tomorrows

to amend lost yesterdays.

{From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-Blackmail

Blackmail

{Re: Dennis Hastert, et al}

Blackmailers are no better

than the perps who did the crime.

They zip their lip for money

and merge together in the slime.

The years that pass by Justice

let they who suffer wait.

Now both of them must heed the toll...

and there is none that is too great.

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The Laureate-Man's Vanity

Strange that Man remains so vain

to brandish force to claim earth's reign

when Nature, can in careless pique,

expunge all that Man can attain.

{From the book, Rubai  by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-To Please

He who would please everyone

will tear his hair ere tasks are done.

Same song which some will snub and scorn

to others stirs ovation.

{From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-The Fickle Mind

But fools would think that they can find

the buried secrets of the mind,

when every breath, or thought, or act

can add, subtract, loosen, or bind.

{From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-The Cartel

The Cartel

{More banks spread angst}

They’re paying a five billion fine

for current market milking.

They all admit they’re wrong...

and will pay for the bilking.

When they agree to pay

such mammoth penalty,

a fool can surly guess

they filched more than times three.

Again, no Feds talk jail-time

for those illicit twerps...

although all know that bankers

are money-thieving perps.

(And If they don’t serve time,

they’ll just repeat their crime.)

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The Laureate-Our Troubles

Our troubles larger {more to abhor}

than any our predecessors suffered before?

Did they but combat such minor woes,

as poverty, pestilence, hunger and war?

{Lest the words die, I quote from Rubai, by James E. Cox}

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