Long Kyle Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

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Here's the deal, folks...

This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
   The 1st...

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There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail
But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail 
That day Queeny Holly and her gang rode into town,...

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Here's why this was necessary...

   This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other...

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My sweet boy was the  f i r s t  and the  l a s t,
           the one who quickly made me...

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Love the word when my world were once surrounded you 
Hate what you gave me 
Burning me till it kept hurting me 
in ways you won't believe 
Shouldn't really accuse you for all the wrong...

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Love the word when my world were once surrounded you
Hate what you gave me
Burning me till it kept hurting me
in ways you won't believe
Shouldn't really accuse you for all the wrong doing
as I knew better...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding
Do not let our words run dry
Together, in...

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I got a story 'bout a boy from the hood
Stayed out of trouble tried as hard as he could
Initiated when he was 12 years old  
They gave him a bandana and he did what...

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While vehicle underwent routine oil change today...

At Norm's Save Station
551 Gravel Pike, Collegeville, Pennsylvania,
yours truly suddenly realized
fifty eight years earlier
(a preschooler living at Lantern Lane)
John Fitzgerald Kennedy assassinated
November 22, 1963,
12:30 post meridiem
Central Standard Time
as he...

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Living Life

Now I'm living life where life tried to live me.
I'm looking to my future 'cause my past tried to kill me.
Poetry, a strong part of my soul.
The story of my life, it's must be...

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Love the word when my world were once surrounded you 
Hate what you gave to me 
Burning me till it keep hurting me in ways you won't believe 
Shouldn't really accuse you for all the...

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Her Life defined by the size
of potatoes in a supermarket trolley.
She opens her battered purse
out of shape from the coppers of life,
viewed with despair from eyes
embedded in the bags of time.

Self-esteem abandoned in discoloured trainers.
Her...

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Coinneach Odhar
The future in his sight
In the eye of his rounded stone
His visions became right
 
Predictions he made
On Seaforth lands
At Brahan Castle
In this shire of grand
 
One day ships will sail round the back of...

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Love the word when my world were once surrounded you 
Hate what you gave me 
Burning me till it keep hurting me in ways you won't believe 
Shouldn't really accuse you for all the wrong...

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Love the word when my world were once surrounded you 
Hate what you gave me 
Burning me till it keep hurting me in ways you won't believe 
Shouldn't really accuse you for all the wrong...

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I see you around school
Hoping you think I’m cool
Trying to not be a fool.
I look in your eyes
And I die in side
Because I’m so shy to say how I feel
It’s so unreal
 
The beauty that...

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I used to steal to make a living
Now I catch those with horrible upbringings 

I was a legend in my neighborhood until high school 
Then I was taught that stealing and mischief was not cool...

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For Jennifer ( can't believe it's a year already)

Elegance and beauty, a caring heart and zest for life,
a loving mum and nanna, and of course, a perfect wife;
a very special sister, a treasured aunt and...

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**This poem is too long and will not fit so I had to break it into two parts, please read the second part!**


A lot of people in our family have suffered with addiction,
But most of...

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(In the 80's, Pueblo, Colorado, poets Kyle Laws and Tony Moffeit played cemetery zombies in a Pueblo-directed, written and filmed horror movie, "Curse of the Blue Lights". They and Wrulf Gunkl VonGlashaus agreed to write...

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A football star with super speed,
Our prom king, Kyle, has gone to seed.
No longer likely to succeed,
He's out of work and hooked on weed.

Behind you's Jennifer, the one
Who led our cheers and planned our fun.
Most...

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He’s gone.
	Just like that.
Poof.
	I walk home,
My head filled with Kyle.
	I miss him and,
A stupid letter,
	Won’t compensate, 
For the fact,
	That he’s gone.
I live in a slanted house.
	That needs serious repainting,
Steps that bend with every stride,
	And needs...

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Me... creature of comfort? Bah

Once again mine lock, stock
and barrel trade in balderdash
finds yours truly (i.e. me)
to type poem frisson a$$ off
as dentures chatter and gnash,
while still inside me gobstopper,
(the sole way to generate
plea for...

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Newfound faith is like my life’s lathe to shape me up and behave or erase all hate and praise Jesus he’s to amaze/
No if’s, and’s or but’s he’ll raise more ways to create craze or...

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