Robert Bartlett Poems

When the road ahead
Seems dark and dreary,
That's when our faith kicks in.
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Donna, my dear, it should be quite clear
To anyone who has watched you trot
An inchworm you, indeed are not.
For despite your sensitivity,
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I awoke on Christmas morning, and wondered indeed
What Santa might have left for me.
So I looked into a bag, that was underneath my tree-
While lo and behold,
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FOR THE DEEDS YOU'VE LONG DONE,
FOR THE RACES YOU'VE WON,
FOR THE THORNS YOU'VE PRIED LOOSE
RAISING EACH LITTLE PAPOOSE;
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We're gathered at this place tonight
To honor Ann Marie;
Our smiling gal who at midday light
Received her baccalaureate degree.
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THANKSGIVING DAY comes but once each year,
Yet in our hearts, if indeed we revere
The SOURCE of HIM who knows no peer,
Who fills our hearts with love and cheer,
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In urban areas throughout the North people, who have to park on the street, have to shovel out their cars following a snowstorm. They often mark their parking spots by placing an old chair on that portion of the street before driving off. Sometimes these chairs remain on the streets into the Spring and Summer months, thereby contributing to Urban Blight. Twice, I have successfully used the following poem, which I wrote myself, (using the generic pseudonym: Your Neighbor) to aid in the fight against Urban Blight.
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Oh folks drive by and see me;
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Tonight my taxes, I've set aside;
With my government, I have complied.
Our burden of debt will now beget
A payment of interest, we won't soon forget.
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Oh, there is an h in holy
And even one in heaven;
Yes, there is an h in heroin,
And even one in hell.
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The following poem was written in December 1978 as a letter accompanying a Christmas gift of a gold bracelet to my wife.
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Christmas 1978
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