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Premium Member Kilroy Was Here
There was an elusive little guy often espied during World War Two,
And who he was and whence he came no one ever really knew!
He was...

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Categories: kilroy, funny, nostalgia, war, world,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Kilroy Was Here
Kings may come, kings may go, 
I go on forever. 
Letters in a constant flow, 
Recording each endeavour. 
On the walls and in the halls...

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© Lee Leon  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: kilroy, nostalgia, places, urbanmay,
Form: Acrostic
Kilroy Was Here
Kilroy Was Here, etched in sand on the shore
Waves wash over the inscription till it’s seen no more
The sea crashes over castles built by children...

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© Amy Sell  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: kilroy, allusion, beach, bereavement, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Kilroy Was Here
Kilroy was Here

I don’t believe I can
	force any writing upon this pen;
Though I may try and watch the ink as it flows
	the words are those...

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© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: kilroy, poems, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Emagi Price Kilroy
Jonathan Price 'KILROY WAS HERE'

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Categories: kilroy, poems,
Form: Shape



Premium Member Lessons of History
Oh
I remember history well --
the ancient guidelines --
the lessons repeated,
the dramas reenacted:
the dates, of course,
were of no import;
catching the drift of things,
that was the art.
Languages...

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Categories: kilroy, angst, depression, education, history,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Fallen Heroes Part Two
Cry me a river cry me a river

Pry open a time thorough outlet of crime

Ring me no chimes I don't go to church

Fetch  me...

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Categories: kilroy, conflict, growing up, poverty,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Premium Member Quantum Rhyme
Such is the stuff of history, 
butterfly wings and mystery
when the act of observation
affects the observee.

If  Schrödinger's cat
comes up to bat
imagine that 
fastball, curve...

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Categories: kilroy, science,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member No Comment
Lonely poems sitting

isolated- Something
like real life. 
Poems read secretly
in silence..Not even
to say

Hi: I read your poem

today or:Kilroy was
here.
Lonely
poems..sitting on
a site read
incognito.

Snob asks "what is
the form"?
I...

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Categories: kilroy, analogy, betrayal, how i
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member A Wartime Childhood
I was seven years old when began World War Two
And eleven became by the time it was through.
I have vague recollections of things when that...

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Categories: kilroy, america, history, patriotic, soldier,
Form: Rhyme
Empty Soup Cans
Shark art, the romance of nothingness                   ...

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© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: kilroy, abuse, christian, forgiveness, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Continuous Pour
Red lights in the western window
Five hundred feet and counting
The continuous pour
Of 1975 or was it 76
Appearing over the hill top
Like Kilroy
Only still here

The pipes...

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Categories: kilroy, moving on, , western,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Dubya Dubya Two
I was relaxin' on the patio the other day, musin' as I often do,
About a few things that brought about vic'try in Dubya Dubya Two.
There...

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Categories: kilroy, war,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Has Anyone Seen Buck
I’ve long been fascinated by how the “facts” of a story tend to change from teller to teller!

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© Fuck Yoo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: kilroy, funny, humor,
Form: Verse
Ole Farmas Call
Twickenham's green mead is silent now
Carlos like a fallen steeple gathers dust
That will not grow nor heed the plow
Our ancient skill like dead machines rust
From...

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Categories: kilroy, inspirational
Form: Verse

Book: Shattered Sighs