The Laureate-A Quiet Place

Your mind must seek a quiet place,

where you can ponder at your pace...

where media and the milieu

cannot your inner peace displace.

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The Laureate-Sunset 102816

Sun sets...and clouds dominate,

if they bring rain, some celebrate.

But to be privy to God's plan.

we all must trust in him...and wait.

{From the chapbook, Sunset by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-Our Vote

Strange, is it not, that when we vote

we rare recall where villains dote.

And pols with their dark money blessed

never in our minds addressed.

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The Laureate-Memoirs

They oft reside in photographs

or souvenirs accrued o'er years.

They are the treasures of your trove

when you need warmth to morph your tears.

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The Laureate-Ask the Aritisan

Who defines the foes of man?

We castigate who fail our plan.

But Man, not God, oft rules define...

when God was our world's artisan.

(Know even weeds, we kill...rare spare,

He designed to filter air.)

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The Laureate-Assay the Candidates

If known to lie without remorse,

no fouler fiend can couch discourse.

If false words can so freely flow,

nothing they espouse endorse. 

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The Laureate-Tonight's Debate

I will not watch tonight’s debate,

even a fool knows what they’ll prate.

The media has prepped us all...

and why watch chaos dominate.

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