The Laureate-The Prez and Putin

The Prez and Putin

It seems that when two liars meet

with foremost tales they will compete.

And they must think,

if one won’t blink,

the other must accept defeat.

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The laureate-Sunset 111117

Sunset

Each evening as sun will set

observe and ponder...ne’er forget,

as rose morphs grey and darkness nigh

Time’s every tic is relevant.

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The Laureate-Opioids

Opioids

As you age you gauge each pain

to see how you can calm your brain...

to find that it is ever still

a measure of your strength of will

to opioids and drugs abstain.

{know that each day you’ve won the fray...

and stronger for the next foray.}

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The Laureate-Sutherland Springs, et al

Sutherland Springs, et al

Our crises...anger management,

fury loosed to passion vent.

‘Tis better that one walk away

for death is the worst consequent.

Do not let weapons...gun or knife

be sold to those who threatened life.

Put on the list to whom not sell,

and we will find we’ll have less strife.

{and he who violates the list

should not with good men coexist.}

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The Laureate-Museums

Museums

Museums exhibit works of art

and they are spread across the world.

But each can display but a part,

and you see but what they’ve unfurled.

If you would view the world of art,

you can’t tour all the art-form sprawl...

because the rich control the part

ensconced in some secluded hall.

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The Laureate-The Media 11517

The Media 11517

TV towers now gird the world

and will send facts...or fantasy,

but if you launch the truth...that's curled,

know Man...and God, will critique thee.

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The Laureate-Dynasties 1417

Dynasties

The rich fancy a dynasty,

demand wealth flow to progeny.

But what will guide them as they grow...

the yacht that ne’er sails stormy sea?

{and  Red pols gave to them the key.}

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