The Laureate-The Christmas Spirit

God sent his son...His love disperse.

Now foolish men but spur commerce...

not message that an open heart

can outshine more than an open purse.

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The Laureate-Ferguson and Beyond

Burnings, riots, parades in streets,

shouts of rage and angry tweets,

from those who know not all the facts...

as their pent up bile excretes. 

Know now the years where bias slaked

and fellowship for all awaked,

your actions set your cause aback...

and stress all bonds till they may break.

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The Laureate-Thanksgiving

For what can I be thankful

when I peruse the news?

Our world is filled with suffering

and terrorism brews.

I’m thankful I’m American,

where freedoms are assured.

I’m thankful for my kith and kin,

whose love o’er time endured.

I’m thankful for my health...

regardless how I ache.

I’m thankful that God grants me life...

but pray it’s no mistake.

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The Laureate-An Unfair Fare

The tray pains gut, so gear you hug.

and the seats are much too snug.

If all aboard are not petite,

a customer can’t even shrug.

It’s plain to see such vile design

does not a human have in mind...

only a sadist would have you sit

in chairs that bind and won’t recline.

{...you may soon have more than enough seats.}

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The Laureate-Executive Action

Three tests make laws official...

from Prez, the Hill, Judicial.

When the Prez directs them all,

some sense the Constitution’s knell.

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The Laureate-Whoa!

It seems that here we go again,

the world relies on our countrymen...

Ebola, wars, and migrant tots.

Are we alone in the U.N.?

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The Laureate-New Horizon Mission

The probe will flyby Pluto...

pray planet, and not a frozen rock.

Or billions of miles for pics and flicks

puts us in hock to icily gawk.

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