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Na/GloPoWriMo #5: Pennsylvania In Transformation

Na/GloPoWriMo #5: Pennsylvania In Transformationby Michael DoyleBased on the prompt and Pennsylvania – Poetry Daily (poems.com)Other children, live freely and wildAs though energized to win the fight -Standing as I stood.Said in brave silenceWith me, as though violencesaid in shout. … Continue reading

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Kept In A Hillside Perspective

Kept In A Hillside Perspectiveby Michael DoyleI’ve heard a lot of jokesAbout being close to inbredIt’s the kind of a thingThat rolls around in my headOver and over againPlaying a memory’s allusionAgainst something, I can’t defendAs I have been searching … Continue reading

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A Mustang’s Spirit

A Mustang’s Spiritby Michael DoyleA mustang’s spirit can never be brokenThe wild wind said in words unspokenInto the sky, the story of wild turned to loveBorn in a meadow with only the stars aboveSkies as endless as these were beautifulShy … Continue reading

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Wounds Let In the Light

Wounds Let In the Lightby Michael DoyleThey say our wounds let in the lightI don’t know if it’s by experience or second lightBut something about this notion is wound tightAnd from what I have seen, perhaps they’re rightThe worst wound … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: It Is Perhaps A More Fortunate Destiny To Have A Taste For Collecting Shells Than To Be Born A Millionaire

“It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire.” -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (13 Nov 1850-1894)

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Story Book Connection

Story Book Connectionby Michael DoyleWe met in a moment of quiet conversationOur talking led to smiles without hesitationAnd with every further touch I now findYou are the one that will never be left behindTo me there never really was a … Continue reading

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Some Times We Can Wait No Longer

Some Times We Can Wait No Longerby Michael DoyleSocrates and Jesus took their last breathsAs each of these were put to their deathsAccused and tried for treason and blasphemyAnd in corrupting the young by truth’s divinityThe noble search and allegiance … Continue reading

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Be Your Own Hero

Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … 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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Born In the Dawn

Tales of magic and the quests that invariably accompany these always tug at my soul. Born In the Dawn by Michael Doyle In the mists of time, there is a story Of the sword of power and it’s full glory … Continue reading

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