Category Archives: Poetry and Poems

Merle Oberon

Posted on March 1, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Merle Oberonby Michael DoyleIt doesn’t matter what screen she’s onHere’s to the legendary Merle OberonIn 1935, she set eyes and minds reelingPlaying the heroine with thought and feelingSouth Asian, yet with Javanese eyesHer ascent had come with some surpriseAs Goldwyn … Continue reading →

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Signs of Peace In An Artificial World

Posted on February 28, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Signs of Peace In An Artificial Worldby Michael DoyleI grew up strong and being taught what it meansTo walk justly and forthright with other human beingsThis meant that one didn’t have to fight to be a manThrowing one’s weight around … Continue reading →

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Napoli Treats For Friday Nights

Posted on February 27, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Napoli Treats For Friday Nightsby Michael DoyleMouth watering, the aroma fills the airPrepared by two hands that carePiping hot pizza pie and glasses of red wineNever has Friday night been more divineHumble origins in good old ItalyAre fancy enough for … Continue reading →

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In the Whisper of Time’s Sands

Posted on February 26, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

In the Whisper of Time’s Sandsby Michael DoyleWe can’t get a lock on the futureWithout knowing our pastWe can’t know what to nurtureIf we don’t know what was once castThe good hunter seeks to rise to the heightAs he sips … Continue reading →

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We Manage To Stand

Posted on February 25, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

We Manage To Standby Michael DoyleSunset captures fear’s reflectionAs the kitten meanders in the right directionUnhungry and not seeking some timid mouseBut rather the warmth of the familiar houseOnce the hunter, now the preyThe game of life has danger in … Continue reading →

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Silently Feeling

Posted on February 24, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Silently Feelingby Michael Doyle In this world that shifts and shattersMiracles happen most when they don’t matterIt feels a bit like cosmic confusionBut it’s really just a humbling illusionAll these thoughts of constant intrusionCome in layers of complex conclusionsEven these … Continue reading →

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An Illustration of Faithfulness

Posted on February 23, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

An Illustration of Faithfulnessby Michael RomaniIn this space of human realityWe live an eternity of our moralityWhile We approach this with humilityIt can easily seem that life is brutalityGrace plus anything is grace deficientNo plus or minus can be sufficientWe … Continue reading →

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Hard To Fix

Posted on February 22, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Hard To Fixby Michael DoyleHitchhiking without a direction knownIt’s not on the map and is seldom shownLooking for God and if He’s in chargeIt’s as close as I come to living largeSome things are like bags of tricksImpossible to handle … Continue reading →

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Wrist Cutter Blues

Posted on February 21, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Wrist Cutter Bluesby Michael DoyleShe was born hard to impressHe was maybe overly dressedFor a boy deep in his thoughtsBut she could never be boughtThey were standing in the deep endSomehow waiting for a friendNeither of them was from anywhereThat … Continue reading →

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Cowboys and Mustangs

Posted on February 20, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Cowboys and Mustangsby Michael DoyleThe Conquistadors brought horses to these landsBack 500 years ago, as best as I understandNow, thousands are allowed to wander freeCausing irreversible damage to the rangeland countryThe conflict arises over the carrying capacity50,000 horses await adoption … Continue reading →

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