I am posting posthumously for my father who passed away on May 16,2012. He left behind a wealth of poetry that I would like to share. Before he passed, his children printed a booklet of his poetry to share with his friends and family. These are the poems I am putting on this site.
These poems were written over the span of his lifetime. Everyone that knew my father had the utmost respect and love for him. Some of the poems were shared from the pulpit, and others had never been seen before by anyone but his family.
Burt R. Poole was born in 1923 in Rocky Mount, North Carolina. He served in the United States Navy in World War II. He married Dorothy Hunn in 1946. He ... more »
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Burt Poole Poems
Strollin' In The Rain
Strolling in the rain, singing a sweet refrain, Just my gal and I alone. Though it’s far from being fair we- don’t care, We have sunshine of our very own.
Par For The Curse
There has never been a little sphere to cause more consternation, Than that simple, dimpled, white round thing that we use for recreation.
It's Your Choice
Without a sense of humor, you’re defeated from the start, For you lack the gift that may give a lift to your sad and hurting
When Santa Died!
Twas the night before Christmas and our spirits were high, As we thought about Santa, soon to ride ‘cross the sky.
Tiny tyke is teething so she’s crying quite a bit. She tries to stand up in her crib but falls, so has to sit.
The Health Nut
Up each day at ten-to-five; two mile jog to stay alive, Nature food his only diet; book on health—he’s sure to buy it!
'Irish Nurses are Beautiful People” (…an...
‘Tis quite a day on Erin Isle, A day when even cynics smile, And hardly can a man be seen Who’s dressed without a bit of green.
I’ll tell you true, it is no blarney, From Dublin Town to old Killarney, The Leprechauns would dance with glee To learn of what you gave to me.
As Points of Light
Ten million lights of kindness, each shining in its place, Would brighten up our nation and inspire the human race.
A story sad came from a pond where lived a thousand frogs. Then, there were tadpoles by the score that loitered near the
The Regal Palm
The Regal Palm Up from the desert, hot and dry row upon row they stand. Majestic, sentinels so high,
Tiny snowflakes, beyond number, each one with its own design, falling to their destination, on the ground, now see them shine.
The Seven Stitch Catch
Twas the night before Christmas on a nicely paved lot, that a grandpa first learned that sixteen he was NOT!
It was only a touch, but it meant so much when the new day had begun. Though we spoke no word, there were love notes heard at the rising of the sun. When love
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Strollin' In The Rain
Strolling in the rain, singing a sweet refrain,
Just my gal and I alone.
Though it’s far from being fair we- don’t care,
We have sunshine of our very own.
Each little raindrop falling on the street
Is part of that melody my gal and I repeat.
Yes, we can share our love whether in or out of doors
‘Cause when love rains it really pours.
I can’t think of anything better
Than strolling through the rain
I know there’s nothing wetter
But who cares you get dry when the sun shines again.
(3/7/44 U.SN.M. Portsmouth, VA)