Tag Archives: Blind Eye

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

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Worthy Of Our Praise

Worthy of Our Praiseby Michael DoyleAll of our best daysBegin by giving God praiseAs the blindest eyes seeThe blessings of the TrinityGiving our all is what we bringHere together as we singNot as moments of platitudeBut moved by righteous gratitudeTo … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Blind Eye Curiosity Collection

Blind Eye Curiosity Collectionby Michael DoyleEvery traveler is a hero in their own storyImperialists and kleptomaniacs after a slice of gloryCulturally misappropriating cultures for the takingCollecting treasures boxed away to the point of breakingContesting the pragmatic bounds of lopsided sentimentsAs … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Stormfront Awakening

Stormfront Awakeningby Michael DoyleLooking around with any sense of credibilityIt would be the rare bird that had the abilityTo credibly claim with any sense of the plausibleThat politically awakening was something avoidableAll around the stormfront threatens from all sidesThe turning … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Knife Slipped In

The Knife Slipped In by Michael DoyleWith the surrender of human freedomThe therapeutic class becomes a fiefdomEach criminal a victim of circumstanceSimply put they have become marionettes of happenstanceThose meant to help come to equally defendWith the incomes and career … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment