Tag Archives: Abyss

No Hiding

No Hidingby Michael DoyleSometimes truth is stranger than fiction,With a whisper of angst, you find it in the friction.It’s the slow burn of ambiguous moral values,Hammered hard as if by some forsaken miscue.I like a friend with some mischief in … Continue reading

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About A Death

About A Deathby Michael DoyleToday, I watched a show about deathI have to admit, it took away my breathAs I try to write this bit of poetryIt’s weird to think how much it’s hitting meIt’s hard to write with tears … Continue reading

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Dinkʼinesh

Dinkʼineshby Michael DoyleIn mankind’s efforts to stand uprightTurning from darkness toward the lightWe’ve contended a few bones along the wayJust enough really for the right to sayFrom tree dwelling to learning to walkOn two legs, we became positioned to talkChipped … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Heart of A Mother Is A Deep Abyss At the Bottom of Which You Will Always Find Forgiveness

“The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” – Honore de Balzac

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Thought For the Day: The Heart of A Mother Is A Deep Abyss, At the Bottom of Which You Will Always Find Forgiveness

“The heart of a mother is a deep abyss, at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” -Honore de Balzac, novelist (1799-1850)

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Given To the Fire

Halloween Poem #24: https://flic.kr/p/s4ZNhr Given To the Fire by Michael Romani Gazing on the precious cross Given to the fire with a toss One soul stood itself alone But, oh so, very lost and alone As if her heart were … Continue reading

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A Bleakness of Breath

Continuing on my semi-gothic mood, Halloween Poem #8: A Bleakness of Breath by Michael Romani In a cemetery of bleakness Down from the Devil’s house In a coldness that speaks of this There is a tremble as quiet as a … Continue reading

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Blood On Our Hands

Halloween poem #2 – mankind has the worse monsters and is seldom as kind as we might be if only we could. Blood On Our Hands by Michael Romani Our brutalities serve to shape us Though we wish to deny … Continue reading

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Inward Crash

The injuries from the military that are visible only scratch the surface of the totality. Inward Crash by Michael Romani There’s a loneliness in his memory Sitting and looking out to the sea Images explode, implode and won’t go away … Continue reading

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Like Dominoes Falling

On this the 18th day of Na/GloPoWriMo, the challenge is to write an elegy in which the sadness is based less on abstraction than concrete verbiage that helps a person feel the depth of sorrow felt.  To that degree, I … Continue reading

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