Tag Archives: Beach

In A Pirate’s Night

In A Pirate’s Nightby Michael DoyleBehind walls, guns, and menWe knew our protectionAs a conspiracy of pirates knows sinIn a violent world lived with instigationGood souls should not live on this beachUnder these kinds of circumstancesImperiled as Bermuda falls to … Continue reading

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Road Trips With My Daughters 2024

Road Trips With My Daughters 2024by Michael DoyleThere’s a sort of magic I learned as I grewThat traveling with children reveals anewThe wonders and enchantments there are to findAlong with the souvenirs that serve to remindOne of the places gone … Continue reading

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In A Million Days

In A Million Daysby Michael DoyleI find myself drowning in the ocean of youIn all of the good things I’ve learned to be trueThere, deep within your beautiful, dreamy eyesIs my future that I’ve come to recognizeIt’s said that looks … Continue reading

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The Secret Woes of Regret

The Secret Woes of Regretby Michael DoyleKept silence about better daysAre still remembered for the better waysWe once so happily lived inBefore the days of blood and drunken sinsWe clean the ship’s hull on the beachTo gain that extra knot … Continue reading

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The Click Inside the Moment

The Click Inside the Momentby Michael DoyleStrangers showboating the skillsProbably don’t have the thrillsThey talk about so profuselyThese things shouldn’t be said looselyStill, we come into the roomWith exploding feelings that loomAnd I know that your pros outweigh your consUntil … Continue reading

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Grief and Memory

Grief and Memoryby Michael DoyleAdmittedly, I have never really been oneTo follow the lives of those holding celebrityFor the most part, when it’s all said and doneI’ve had even less time for British royaltyBut the turn of news imparted quite … Continue reading

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Friendships Keep Us Alive

Friendships Keep Us Aliveby Michael DoyleChildhood friendship felt legendaryIt was elevated like a sacred entityAs we engraved our initials in our mindsCertain we’d never leave it behindPlaying games and sometimes wasting timeHelped us come across the better rhymesThat became the … Continue reading

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Traverse City Blues

Traverse City Bluesby Michael DoyleIt comes about every now and thenWhen a soul feels lost and needs some zenThen is the time to hit the roadAnd ease the tension looking to explodeThe thing is that seven hoursSnaking through construction soursEven … Continue reading

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Big Sur

Big Surby Michael DoyleThinking back under Indiana’s rainMemories of a life spent in refrainWhere too much was never quite enoughAnd jokers begged a thief to call his bluffI remember back to when weeks were doneWe’d pack the car to drive … Continue reading

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Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)

Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)by Michael DoyleShe was born a New England girlWith dreams of her own and the leaves in a whirlEvery fall, she knew comfort in her seasonAnd he knew that she made sense beyond … Continue reading

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