The Laureate-To The Candidates

If you would be the leading man,

do not but smear the other guy.

I say, respond with Kipling’s plan,

reveal what you deem is awry…

and when and how, with what, and where

you’ll solve the problems you declare.

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The Laureate-Polls

Your votes must be kept secret,

or you will but abet

where PACs spend all their money

to neutralize their foe’s asset.

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The Laureate-Paris, Brussels, o'er the Earth

Hunger! Thirst! Pestilence! War!

They are what good men should abhor.

Then ISIS came to please it’s God,

and sewed the seeds of more terror.

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The Laureate-March Madness

Few can count, as pressures mount,

how luck controls March Madness play.

How bound of ball can skill surmount,

and oft may sway who wins each fray.

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The Laureate-Fame

Fame is brief, like a meteor's flame.

You catch the right eye, there's acclaim.

But should your fickle fortune blink,

the flare is reduced to arcane.

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

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The Laureate-Based on Fact

Unfortunately, for history,

if "based on facts", I'm faced with scree.

The author has, with that terse note,

left hours of research forced on me.

(...and data rarely eau-de-vie)

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The Laureate-Dark Money, Dark Matters

Pols lose their chance for voter "aye" (I),

for progress Red, and Blue deny.

When pols endorse dark money laws,

best fear that perils underlie.

{...and flotsam may float when perps ally!}

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