Category Archives: Poetry and Poems

Pragmatic Inferences

Pragmatic Inferencesby Michael DoylePragmatic inferencesHave all the meaningTo communicating As a human beingSystematic rulesTo all that we are sayingLaid outLike cards that we are playingGarden pathsOf quiet accidentShow a mapOf living inside this incidentWe fill out and inOur partial perceptionsBlind … Continue reading →

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In Ceremony

In Ceremonyby Michael DoyleBeyond money and fearThere is an underlying trustThis is the path of loyaltyAnd without that currency, it is bustOnce broken, there is a penaltyEven among the underground’s royaltyit is the price that must be paidOr all that … Continue reading →

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A Silent Genesis

A Silent Genesisby Michael DoyleMy new obsessionHas a silent genesisIn the maelstromOf ghosts and typhoonsBeyond our bodiesWe rest in eupnea Pure reason’s revolutionFlies on the wings of a dead butterflyLost in the fathoms Between the hammer and anvilIs the dark … Continue reading →

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On Mother’s Day 2022

On Mother’s Day 2022by Michael DoyleWe’re here in celebration of no otherThan the holy names of our mothersAt this time of blessed worshipWe raise up this sacred relationshipLet’s bring it in intimate conversationShared love in its happy intimationGiven the power … Continue reading →

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The Power In God’s Name

The Power In God’s Nameby Michael DoyleWe believe in the sameThe power in God’s nameThough it feels impossibleWe know in God, all is capableMiracles out of nowhereThe final say of what is fairThe mover of the breakableFinds voice in the … Continue reading →

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Muted In Discovery

Muted In Discoveryby Michael DoyleMuted, frightened screamOverheard on the data streamStill recovering from Covid isolationUnable to leave the habitationFiltering fragments in questionFeelings born in their hesitationCrimes hint at interpretationThere is something lost in this conceptionThinking in terms of last exclusionThere … Continue reading →

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The Rights of Even the Wrong

The Rights of Even the Wrongby Michael DoyleIt doesn’t matter if right or wrongAll ideas politely put do belongIn the public market for all to hearThis is the way of liberty and not of fearSpeak up for the sake of … Continue reading →

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Strike the Match

Strike the Matchby Michael DoyleLife broke our heartsAnd filled it with sorrowLife killed our hopeBy filling us with promised tomorrowsThere inside our broken smilesAre the tatters, we won’t leave behindEven for a sacred shot at sanityThat is, after all, naught … Continue reading →

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Well Donne, Spirits In the Night

Well Donne, Spirits In the Nightby Michael Doyle To Donne’s feigned scorn the murderer was deadOnly to reappear as an apparition inside his headAll the spiritualism to be had inside one’s bedFrom the nightmares and seances, and things said The … Continue reading →

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Fold

Foldby Michael DoyleThe gambler’s cards foldedAs variables at last decodedIn this digital age, it’s the human mindThat must last be decoded or left behindIn mankind’s bid at immortalityDespite the babbled towers of immoralityIn the worst of infernal questsTo put living … Continue reading →

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