Short Kyle Poems

for the photo we were told to smile
we can do much better kyle
mom is getting mad
we are not to be bad
this will be our new photo style...

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In the event that you at any point considered falling ...

 simply realize i'll be the gravitational power 

pulling you back together... 

love kyle...

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  Determined to succeed
    He'd play that guitar 'til his fingers'd bleed

  Once, Kyle aspired to be a rock star
    ~ 'til sped to the manicurist in an ambulance car...

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There once was a man named Art 
Who was thrifty and shopped at WalMart 
He was happy with life
As he rode on his bike
Till the bearings fell apart ...



By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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K-eep
Y-our
L-ove
E-nflamed

L-etting
A-ffection
C-rimson
U-nder
E-arnest
S-o
T-rust
A-bounds

Topic: Birthday of Kyle Lacuesta (January 22) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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I'm sorry for all the things I said
I can't get you out of my head
I'm sorry for doing what I did to you
But what do you want me to do? 
Please talk to me
Then we can let this be. . ....

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K-eep
Y-our
L-ife
E-ager

J-ust
H-aving
A-nother
Y-ear

A-gain
R-eturned
A-s
B-irthday
E-xpresses
J-oyful
O-ccasion

Topic: Birthday of Kyle Jhay C. Arabejo (June 05) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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GOOD FRIDAY

We all call it Good Friday
It was really good for the sinner
Death won round one
But on Sunday, we crown the winner


	Kyle Giddens
	Pastor, Olivet Baptist Church
	Dublin, Georgia
	(Used by permission)...

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S-plendor
O-f
F-ine
I-lluminate
A-ppearance

K-eeps
Y-our
L-ife
E-ffulgent

V-iewed
I-n
L-ovely
L-ight
A-side
F-rom
L-uminosity
O-f
R-ays

Topic: Birthday of Sofia Kyle Villaflor (December 10) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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K-eep
Y-our
L-ife
E-nthusiastic

G-ladly
A-pplying
T-he
E-lectronic
S-ports

A-s
R-emarkable
T-riumphs
A-nd
G-ains
A-re
M-ade
E-xceptionally

Topic: Birthday of Kyle Gates Artagame (January 02) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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A MAN CALLED PILATE

A man called Pontius Pilate
In order to prevent a riot
Had Jesus killed
The Scriptures fulfilled
Now Christians need not be quiet


	Kyle Giddens
	Pastor, Olivet Baptist Church
	Dublin, Georgia
(Used by permission)...

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R-ays 
I-n 
C-lear 
H-eaven 
E-mit 
L-ucid 
L-ight 
E-agerly 

K-eeping 
Y-ou 
L-ovely 
E-very 

M-orn 
A-s 
L-uminosity 
O-f 
N-ewness 
G-lows 

Topic: Birthday of Richelle Kyle Malong (January 04) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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R-eader
I-n
C-omplete
H-appiness
E-njoys
L-ovely
L-ines
E-xperiencing

K-ind
Y-early
L-etter's
E-uphoric

M-essage
A-bout
L-itterateur
O-f
N-atal
G-reetings

Topic: Birthday of Richelle Kyle Malong (January 04) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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K-eep
Y-oung
L-ife's
E-very

E-ndeavor
R-eally
I-nspiring
E-mploying
L-asting
L-ove's
E-ndless

C-ompassion
A-s
M-user
A-pplies
C-elebrant's
H-appy
O-ccasion

Topic: Birthday of Kyle Erielle Camacho (November 30) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Sierra
Aunt, daughter, friend, student
Sister of Robin, Dustin, Kyle, and Wyatt
Lover of creativity, writing, and reading
Who feels happiness, love, friendship
Who fears death, spiders, and failure
Who would like to see Ireland, Greece, and Italy
Resident of Erin, Ontario
Cowan...

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One day along the sandy beach
I found a bottle with a message to read
Carefully i took it and read on it the words : 

"Hello out there somewhere
My name is Kyle and hopefully you'll smile
Even at this silly message"

I went home that day
A smile on my face
Joy in my heart
And a Message In A Bottle...

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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)...

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Your pen is the most amazing tool you have
Like a skier looking down the slopes
You stare at a blank page 
Your fingers twitch back and forth 
Beauty incarnate follows your words
Freedom ensues 
Speaking out like a thousand voices are your own
You have no limitations 
You are a poet

(C) Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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My blou bul “girl”
Sy gee my die “thrill”
Sy is die ene,
Sy het die mooste bene.
Die een vir wie ek lewe.
Sy is my alles.
Baie beter as Jacque Kallis
Die rede hoekom ek slaap,
En opstaan in die oggend.
Ek sal haar die wereld gee,
Saam met die groot blou see.
Haar van is Kyle.
Sy het die pragtigste smile....

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I was convinced that the spirit left me 
couldn`t drink my Pepsi
thinking I was poisoned by the Nesle 
gotta get that sugar cane
gunna get some crooked fame
I`m to blame
Runnin` up this hill like I`m game
Say it plain
God in heaven came to make rain
My brain
Feels restored and I`m alive again
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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“You guys are full of exercise” – nonsense
even after she has finished
scolding Kyle for laying down his head
“Not bored, just sleepy”
I don’t blame him,
Calculus sucks
and now CRAZY Mrs. Howe walks in,
crowing, breathless, sharing new information
buying me time to record the events
but alas! even now we check homework....

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(This is a fictional poem)

I loved watching South Park on weekday nights.
But my cousin caused me not to be able to watch it and we got in a fight.
He smashed the TV screen and I had to pick up the glass.
When I got done, I kicked his ass.
I liked watching Cartman, Kenny, Stan and Kyle.
My cousin will be in the hospital for awhile....

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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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Green eyes, shaggy hair
Split up lips that gasp for air 
Twenty beers and a lawn chair

Mother left, brother died
Doesn't know where he'll sleep tonight
Twenty beers on ice

The sharp whistle of a train
Brings to mind his bro again
His little bro, his best friend

At night he's gone 
No sign till dawn
Just Twenty empty bottles on the lawn

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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Summer
And the city air tastes like a dream
Mirages above sidewalks at eight a.m
The freeway kicks and screams like a spoiled child 
But I won't give in to them
Stress 
It is written on so many faces 
I'm sorry, but I won't be taking their places 
I walk like a snail at a pace where I'm free
While people drive like lunatics 
To go home and watch TV

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos...

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