Thursday, November 30, 2017

The Laureate-Our New Taxes

Our New Taxes

Prez says, if signed, his tax grows tall
and most will find their taxes fall.
If this be true, I must ask you,
“Why do the Red pols now guffaw?”



Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

The Laureate-Technology’s Reality

Technology’s Reality

Long before I watched TV
the radio would humor me.
With only sound as medium,
I’d had to listen to my Chi.

And now TV or flick,
regardless of that which you pick.
can color what you see
with tint or taint they choose gnostic.


Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.


Tuesday, November 28, 2017

The Laureate-The Tax...Relax!

The Tax...Relax!

In thanks for their “dark money”
Red pols reduced their tax.
To Middle Class they have the brass
to say the rich will all enrich...
Relax!

{EH?}


Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

Monday, November 27, 2017

The Laureate-The Vote

Some feel that they are party bound...
their choice is if they’re Red or Blue.
The sage will judge who should be crowned
and votes for whom...not hue.



Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

The Laureate-"Let Them Eat Cake!"

“Let Them Eat Cake!”

I hope new Tax Law news is fake...
or Reds the Middle Class forsake.
Or billionaires control affairs
and would have all the rest eat cake.


Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

the Laureate-The Alabama Vote

The Alabama Vote...{or any}

If your hue is Red or Blue...
both candidates you’d bid adieu,
he who fails your ethos least
is dyed in less-stench residue.
{Stay free of the burden of hue
and Chi, alone, will pressure you.}




Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.

The Laureate-News Blues

                          News Blues

I should not read the paper,
nor watch the TV news.
I usually end up
with anger…or the blues.
These times can never be
the good old days of past.
Right now I only pray
the present days don’t last.


Visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com for more poetry by James E. Cox.