The Laureate-The Sainted Mother Teresa

She spread not money, but God's love,

and sowed it o'er the earth.

Her message passed to all of us,

“God would have love our world girth.”

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The Laureate-In Honor of Gene Wilder

Though written by me many years ago, this poem seems so appropriate:

Something said with humor

can pale the darkest night.

The heaviest of burdens

can swiftly become light.

For each unraveled yarn

that humor weaves with wit,

reveals that if you laugh at Fear

he’ll loose his hold a whit.

                                          James E. Cox

The Laureate-Primary Results

When race for prez began to steam

the pols were held in low esteem.

But votes were made to keep their post...

were voters on cannabis dreams.

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The Laureate-The Vote For President

When young we're forced to trust adults...

for parents and teachers shape results.

But as you age you reach a stage

when you must question all your welts.

You must reflect on every scar,

for each resides in a memoir...

and each has taught its lesson well,

for each now limns why/where you are.

Know as you vote the president

you'd have as White House resident,

the wrong choice bodes another scar...

which o’er four years you will lament.

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The Laureate-Election Time

A time for oath and synonym...

a time when each their foe condemn...

a time when they each other fray...

and certainly not carpe diem.

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The Laureate-To The Candidates 816

Remember promises now made

when elected move from shade.

The storms from which you seek alee

must breach our Congress barricade.

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The Laureate-The Terrorists

As I muse the media

I’m shocked how terror reigns,

and not alone by ISIS,

but lunatics with twisted brains.

ISIS and the lunatics

are enemies opaque to view.

Like venomous pests that use the night

and wound if you to close pursue.

You need not live a life of fear

just because they are a threat.

Just be aware they may be near...

and let that be as close they get.

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