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No Hiding

No Hidingby Michael DoyleSometimes truth is stranger than fiction,With a whisper of angst, you find it in the friction.It’s the slow burn of ambiguous moral values,Hammered hard as if by some forsaken miscue.I like a friend with some mischief in … Continue reading

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I’m Not the Kind of Father

I’m Not the Kind of Fatherby Michael DoyleI’m not the kind of fatherWho can spend a lot of moneyHowever much I love my daughtersMy ex thinks this is funnyShe complains about the money she spendsDespite the child support givenAnd I … Continue reading

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The Magic of Hope, Part I

The Magic of Hope, Part Iby Michael DoyleIn all of the hustled hassleOf a snow-blanketed sense of seasonLife is oft lived like an air-castleFilled with whimsy decorated with reasonA good Christmas is worked uponAnd not just a state-of-mindJust as soon … Continue reading

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The All American Get Together

The All American Get Togetherby Michael Doyle This world of ours has seenWhat is called fairer weatherBusy as we are in simply beingAnd hoping things turn better With Fourth of July coming soonWe are malcontent in preparationRefusing to allow fears … Continue reading

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Before It’s Too Late

Before It’s Too Lateby Michael DoyleI hold no real begrudgementAgainst the Holy God of judgmentAnd how it seems most on meNot them, yet as a matter of theologyThat it is most how it should beToo often, I cross the linePretending … Continue reading

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In Gratitude For Santa’s Spirit

In Gratitude For Santa’s Spiritby Michael Doyle”Dear Santa”, that’s how it all beganSealed with love as only a child canWhat he wanted most of all was familyThat and a meaningful Christmas treeHe grew up endlessly chasing a little cheerIn the … Continue reading

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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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Beasts of No Nation

Random thoughts on children confronting war form the basis of this poem. Beasts of No Nation by Michael Doyle In a parliament of owls It’s easy to believe And to keep busy Certain only of the war Dancing now while … Continue reading

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Sidewalk Communication

The city is a place of connection in its own way.  Fusions of thought and experiences blend into that special something that helps the creative process. Sidewalk Communication by Michael Romani Hustled and bustled to the point of hassled The … Continue reading

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Flickring Twitters of Instagram Moments

Social media.. boon or bane? It’s hard to say.  At this present moment, it seems that the greater the tools to meet and greet our fellow humanity embraced in our chosen moments, conversely we are losing some of sense of … Continue reading

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