Burt Poole Poems

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.
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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
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‘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.
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The Regal Palm
Up from the desert, hot and dry
row upon row they stand.
Majestic, sentinels so high,
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Ten million lights of kindness,
each shining in its place,
Would brighten up our nation
and inspire the human race.
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The green of Ireland’s shores, like
the constant kiss of spring,
From Derrybeg to Westport and down
to the Kerry Ring.
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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.
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A story sad came from a pond where
lived a thousand frogs.
Then, there were tadpoles by the
score that loitered near the
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None are quite as strange as those,
who blow out smoke from mouth and nose.
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How crude the rock that holds the gem,
Unpolished, dull, and dead.
How valueless the stone appears in its
Cold and vault-like bed,
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