Best Beret Poems

Don’t see the soldiers as they move around,
Through the jungle without a sound,
Crawl along this wet,cold ground,
These american boys are victory bound.
Fighting a war they...

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The Army Beret

My favourite hat is an army beret
That still holds the shape of his head
Woven with wool that has seen better days
Rim hanging from...

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GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!

My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green...

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       CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB


The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town,...

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As last surviving acorn,
I hang about all day.
My skin is smooth and swarthy
Beneath a chic beret.
Horse chestnuts call me puny
But I don’t really care
For Mother...

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I am not sure whether I am missing you or that you are missing life~

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I shiver beneath a frozen sky of milky gray and white  
and like a little rabbit whos barely grown into his coat 
I linger...

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The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This...

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I have a lovely daughter, who is a lovely mess,
for every rule you give her, she will have to test.
She’s always just inside the lines...

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Wally Weasel Loves to Paint

Wally Weasel loves to paint, and paints himself a lot.
Some paint goes on the canvas, but most of it does not.
Poor...

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His ramrod back, his brill-creamed hair 
and waxed moustache gave him a certain air, 
a certain dash, and a military bearing. 
His speech was clipped....

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My memory is obsolete in fashion:
the short blue skirt I saw you in that day
is out of date eons ago. My passion
has cicatrized from when...

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There is a new kid in town.
A new company.
Storefront with glass.
Headless Hands is what the marquee says.

A daycare center? Creative writing center? Nail salon?
Give up?...

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The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed...

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GREEN

My name is Jade Shamrock Green
I hate  green bean
When I get mad, I turn green
I wear my green jeans
I stare at the color green
Not...

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