Long Kilroy Poems

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 small,
But events during wartime I clearly recall.

Since there was no...

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Shark art, the romance of nothingness                             ...

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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 a bald headed little feller with a very prominent nose,
And...

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Okinawa War thoughts

these dark moods
follow me 
as I tour Okinawa

where the last battles 
of world war 11 were fought

thousands died
in the first 
and last outpost
of the American East Asian Empire


Okinawa Beckons me

Okinawa Japan
kept calling to...

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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 were no computers, cell phones, night goggles, drones or such.
How...

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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 at play
To commemorate a beautiful day.
It’s my fault, too. 
Sand...

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There will be no carved monument
a notable nothings chisel to say “ Kilroy was here ” 
no mentions for mournful obituary
the local newspapers won’t hear

All but slow faded loggerhead
so much struggling for remember me
the acquittal...

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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 am just miniature 
I just like to write
I don't teach
literature.

When...

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Grandma Kilroy saw what was going down 
Before it went down
She saw those hoodlums 
Big Dee and Tike Face head for the police officer’s car.

Grandma Kilroy told her husband 
Call the police and ask for...

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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 those keys and set me free

Don't ask where the f**k...

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The beast turned and gave the crusader the evil eye
Soldier gulped, but kept coming, determined to show his strength.
Is that Kilroy? Beast asked.
Kilroy was astounded. The beast knew his name!

If that sword touches me I...

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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 bringith
The pipes taketh away
Gas in exchange for steam
Steam in exchange...

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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 the distant shores that feed us
Did Kilroy pruned us in...

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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 I always know;
Drawn in easy well planned display
	to reveal the...

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