Knack for keeping kisses and kindnesses kindled while
Yoking yearnings to stars without yielding to fear yarns and
Leaping over list of limits doctors labelled as his life so he may
Eagerly enjoy evidence of all his joyous emotions empower
as Kyle was walking down the aisle
he tasted disgusting salty green bile
looked up and saw a weird smile on Lyle
Feeling vile, he started to dial.
His bride Wilhemina was dressed in style.
she outclassed him by a city mile
he ran, jumping a massive wood pile
did not return for quite a while
in the meantime, the groomsman named Lyle
wooed Wilhemina in glorious courting style
they picked out dishes and kitchen floor tile
forever a bachelor remained old lonely Kyle
Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters may show him the door.
74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp
But Let's look closer under the lamp
Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite
If you attended secondary school, you could die at their feet.
Secret killings of intellectuals, and mass graves
If the kids looked Aryan, they were kidnapped by those knaves
And there was "Generalplan Ost", a plan to settle Germans on Slavic lands
The Slavs would be removed, as such a plan demands.
3 million ethnic Poles died due to Hitler's schemes
Is it really smart for Kyle to indulge in Nazi dreams?
There are much better Republicans running, I give them my vote
Bad ideas keep cropping up, let's keep freedom afloat.
Left and right both have members who don't think Jews are great
The left more of a danger now, they'll do in the Jewish state
But let's not get caught up in cartoon history
The endless appeal of Adolf is a human nature mystery.
Dragon is stopped by a creature with a child.
He has a bad temper, has never been mild.
I am a monster he tells her, wild, wild, wild.
Creature with the child gives him a smile.
I need you to babysit Kyle for a little while.
Watch the young one? He coughs up bile.
You can do it! She says, patting him on the snout.
He does not know whether to cry, whine, throw a dragon fit or pout.
But babysits the creature, and finds out….
He likes this little one
Because he brings all kinds of fun.
You were stalwart, my Navy shipmate,
you didn't hesitate,
you knew as you earned the title Navy SEAL,
war would become much more real,
Those who criticize,
don't realize,
it's easy for them to misjudge from
their cozy armchairs,
they should thank God they weren't
sent over there,
as war causes so many of our
soldiers despair,
these haughty critics would of been
the first to call out for you,
if the merciless enemies walked down
the avenue,
You defended us, your people, and
you we deeply respect and appreciate,
rest In God, our gratitude, shipmate.
Gone extra mile in just few years
Hard work and strong faith roll his gears
To overcome trials and fears
Now crowned with laurel leaves
Though journey was challenging, tough
Flourished love, served more than enough
All his sacrifices paid off
Enjoying glorious heaves
Poverty was not a hindrance
As long as there’s perseverance
Success and victories on hands
Achieve what you believe!
Candy canes pranced through his head and made him smile
The dream was the best one he had ever had at the age of three.
Toys of all kinds, lined up in no particular order, extending a mile.
How exciting December was, could a better time ever be?
Christmas was coming, and she would be totally worthwhile.
Trains that blinked as they came around the track, in rank and file.
His visualizations made him chuckle in his sleep with pure glee.
Frosted sugar cookies in the form of snowmen, one that said “Kyle”.
Sweet Christmas, almost here, and better even than the Christmas tree….
Santa Claus’s voice he could hear with just a touch of a dial!
Written 12-6-2020
Contest: Quintain-Sicilian
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
His bravery inspired
a hero defiled
By one of his own
whose spirit disowned
All memory attacks
what never came back
‘from a war beyond
winning or losing’
The best of the best
too early to rest
His brothers in arms
—his first choosing
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
There’s a talk show on the tele,
Where guests will sign a waiver,
So they can be told by the host,
To “Do yourself a favour”.
Then the lie detector results,
Are read out on the stage,
Creating a magic straight faced denial,
A denial that becomes a rage,
“Ok, I know, old man talking, but,
You, madam, are a disgrace.”
Leads to the guest fleeing the set, and
So begins the chase.
He plays the guests against each other,
With what the guests don’t know,
And that’s the mental study of human behaviour on,
The Jeremy Kyle Show.
Hello Kyle
It's been a while,
I miss your smile :)
CayCay? Life has these habits, it grows on us
With tentacles we never asked for
In ways we never wanted, but we have no choice
But late at night when all is dark allusions of
grandeur in star- and moonlight, sing serenades
of connections through the distance,
a hand reaches out to say: here, here I am
Kyle, I'm still the same
I love to play a game
And if I lose? Such a shame!
Wind carries voices, and sometimes longing
More often friendship through ages
What is age anyway?
So if you find me on the beach looking upward
Smile back and glide down that rainbow
That is there, always, even though
sometimes hidden behind clouds and rain
Kyle, next time you are free
you will see
A mail, from me
Dear Kyle,
How
Did it feel when you walked away from me?
Could
You even see what I was going through the horror, the heartbreak?
You
Left me abandoned in a hell hole I couldn’t climb out of.
Leave
Me behind like I’m nothing but trash you don’t want to take care of.
Me
Supposedly your one true love.
Kyle?
I don’t even want to think about you…
Can’t even feel my heart anymore.
Miss the way you used to take my fear away.
Believe in your smile, believed in your smile.
You broke me into pieces
It hurts so much to just breathe.
Why did I care about you?
Why did you leave me…?
Why now?
Why ever?
I
Please
Miss
Come
You
Back
Johnny and Kyle lived across from each other
they came outside to meet one another
but one of them had to cross the street so they could meet
Johnny knew he couldn't go
he said to himself i have to take the hand of someone i know
my hand needs a hand of someone whose grown
i just cant walk and leave my hand alone
he went to go find the hand of another
but he could find one so he chose his mother
so Johnny and his mother came and looked both ways in the street
then after that they got to meet
then Johnny and Kyle had fun
outside enjoying the sun
My beautiful baby angel,
In heaven you are to stay
But your memory lives on,
It only gets stronger day by day.
Musicians shout out your name,
Lighters go up.
As do tears.
But we have erased,
All the fears of loss
and accepted that
You will never truly leave us.
Our love for you shines
Brighter than the sun.
Love that is endless,
Hearts that have sorrow;
But warm memories as well.
The feeling of sorrow is replaced,
With love and a new kind of wholeness, and acceptance.
Even though physically you're gone
Your soul lives on,
In the universe,
And in our hearts,
And in the hearts of others.
No words can replace the loss,
But day by day, it will not hurt as much
And we will think;
Of all that we used to do
And we will keep,
The beautiful memory of you,
Alive;
Just like the very last time we all had met.
Beautiful angle in the sky now,
That you are.
But you will never leave us
Because your memory;
Is filled with forever amour
The world is dark now,
more then i can bear.
I've got a gun now,
got my bullets.
A knife lying beside my bed.
Pulling a gun to my head.
I pull the trigger and wait,
Why did you have to be out of state?
I drink, four long gulps.
Down the bottle, take the pill.
Sleep it out.
The pain,
unbearable.
I cry, I puke.
God let me die.
Your not here to hold me.
Your not here to kiss me.
Your not here to love me.
But pain is here to hurt me.
It seeps into my skin,
drains me from my life.
my life,
it cant be lived this way.
So i will not live,
I will not see the suns first ray.
I will die, for you tonight.
I cant sleep without you by my side.
Cant breathe without your voice in my head.
Your surrounding me,
and i dont mind.
The world seems brighter,
gripping your hand tighter.
I sigh in bliss,
i wanna be your miss.
One day.
I should be with you,
you want me too.
Gasping, moaning, loving.
No not intimate,
just being near you,
Being dear to,
You
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