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The Spin of the Win, …Again

The Spin of the Win, ..Againby Michael DoyleOh the spin, the spinThe spin masters spinTurning America’s lossInto some kind of winOh the spin, the spinThe spin masters spinTrying to turn what should be a lossInto a political winMistaking the wrong … Continue reading

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The Spiderhead of Practiced Madness

The Spiderhead of Practiced Madnessby Michael DoyleForced into our darkest compulsionsWe have no sense but to feel revulsionSlipped needle holds its riddle darklyThe truths revealed are shown starklyThe spider’s head feels so libertineUntil examined for what it really meansInjected in … Continue reading

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Hands Tell the Story

Hands Tell the Storyby Michael DoyleSmooth and sultryThe jazz flautistSmooths out her linesSoothing like a silk mysteryThe jazz flautistBlows our mindsWhile somewhereIn that over thereA man watches a womanWishing he might persevereAnd didn’t know the fearLike only a man in … Continue reading

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A Mix Inside the Mix

A Mix Inside the Mixby Pure Love and Michael Romani Look inside the mirrorWhat you see is only surfaceTo believe it is to be in errorAnd only see the face Inside every line is the traceOf a life lived in … Continue reading

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In the Hateful Wastefulness of Mediocrity

In the Hateful Wastefulness of Mediocrityby Michael DoyleIs it as it seems some kind of conspiracyThis hateful wastefulness of mediocrityClearly, I am not genius quite enoughFor I, in my simplicity, to hazard a bluffThat human nature is an understandingI hold … Continue reading

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That Works For Me

That Works For Meby Michael DoyleShooting photos from a different perspectiveIs easy, fun and a bit magically reflectiveSeagulls flying around the statue’s baseAnd twilight falls giving its new embraceSo many things seen all of the timeNothing hard in finding the … Continue reading

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A Wolf Keeps Watch

A Wolf Keeps Watchby Michael DoyleLike a wolf into a flock of sheepTheir troubled souls, he would keepFor he was a reformed wolf standing guard against the enemyAnd there were questions of one’s dignityPoints of contention still must be proved … Continue reading

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For God So Loved the World

For God So Loved the Worldby Michael DoyleSpeaking across the latitude of agesComes the noble language of sagesTouching each soul as each an individualComprehended as fully as we are capableEternal questions fill up our needAs we learn and grow as … Continue reading

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Having Heard the Warning

Further reflections on my eldest daughter turning 13: Heaving Heard the Warning by Michael Doyle On Saturday night as I kissed you into sleep There was a part of me that wanted to keep This moment forever as a sacred … Continue reading

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In Your Silent Reply

Is silence really the best answer at times? I am not so certain of this. In Your Silent Reply by Michael Doyle Haunted by all the dreams Filled with the dramatic scenes Wondering what it is to find All the … Continue reading

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