Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Laureate-The Sunday Arizona Daily Star

Each section starts with merchant’s ad,
a page and a half...soon turned to chad.
I buy the paper for the news,
and it alone should make me mad.


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Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Laureate-Death Valley’s Moving Stones

Stones there move mysteriously.
boffins took it seriously...
found Nature can do anything...
when heat, wet, cold and wind sally.
(What wins is best at bullying.).

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Laureate-Think!

Near twelve score years our Constitution
provided pols the fair solution.
Of late, it seems it is the Prez
who tells the judge what the book says.
(and he selected them.)



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Monday, August 25, 2014

The Laureate-The Retired


It is such a crying shame
when we let our skills go lame...
for talents atrophy when we retire.

But, know you not your aptitude
retreats for but an interlude...
when reaching for the goal that you aspire.

So hone your skills, on pleasant tasks,
help your neighbor when he asks...
you’ll find your charity may both inspire.


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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Laureate-Sanctuary

If perps now claim asylum,
because we could not find ‘em,
Prez, do not give them sanctuary...
such precedent bodes not wisdom.



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Monday, August 18, 2014

The Laureate-Keep Chi Free

Through seven years some teens now choose
drugs, or glues, or demon booze.
Naiveté lets them queue like rats,
and pay the Piper for his ruse.

Choices throughout life abound,
though young or old some tests dumbfound...
but each must weigh alternatives
to ensure chi’s left unbound.


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Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Laureate-Ferguson, MO

A grievous error made.
We heard your anger bayed.
But riots that destroy your hood...
a frenzied mob displayed.
(Your cause you but degrade.)




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