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Past Blinking Twice

Past Blinking Twiceby Michael DoyleSome say forgetting is a giftIt’s a way past the riftBetween personal rationalizationAnd what allows you past sensationsThe ones that we cannot forgiveAnd yet it is that we must liveHowever, far past the thresholdThat our senses … Continue reading

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Rumor Is…

Rumor Is…by Michael DoyleRumor is that happinessIs not a preconceived moment of blissBut a journey through the yearsTaken awhile with all of your peersWho feel as though they’ve lived theirs rightWhile yours has been a constant fightFaceless and somehow namelessThey … Continue reading

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Speaking In Tongues

Speaking In Tonguesby Michael DoyleI’ve been speaking in tonguesSeems like ever since I was youngSaying things that make you thinkStraight up to the edge of a blinkThinking those things we shouldn’t sayThat’s how I roll in my day-to-dayIf you can … Continue reading

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For Sierra At Age Thirteen

For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading

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In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blink

In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blinkby Michael DoyleIn the sneeze of a sweet blinkShe was deeper than I’d thinkBreathing through my old heartNever to ever want to departThe memories that we buildWhether at home or afieldAre those that I … Continue reading

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Making A Difference In Possible End Days Blues

Making A Difference In Possible End Days Bluesby Michael DoyleDetermined that I am going to make a differenceHolding my head up high but still in reverenceAs I am making way through 2020’s day to daySpending my soul’s debt down, giving … Continue reading

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Tilting Mental Windmills

On bad days, I awake wondering if maybe Don Quixote wasn’t on to something in his belief of pursuing impossible dreams.  Other days, I dare to dream these. Tilting Mental Windmills by Michael Romani Captured frames from your window Map … Continue reading

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Catch & Release

Am I alone in seeing that the world has its moments of understated brilliance? Catch and Release by Michael Romani Writing to write, so it seems Is often the child of unknown dreams Miscast, recanted or fully embraced The soul … Continue reading

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WordPress – #Daily Prompt – Blink

Somewhere There In a sharpened wink Is time’s blink Somehow Then as now Answers are found When you chase it around Question the illusions held true In the passage back to you Full truth can be illusory Its interest quiet … Continue reading

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