Tag Archives: Cards

Deceptive Truths From the Sanctuary

Deceptive Truth From the Sanctuaryby Michael DoyleMost see the warrior life as fighting and drinkingBut the truth of the odyssey is one of thinkingUlysses was protean and was not easily swayedInstead, his thinking was fluid and many-wayedThis is the way … Continue reading

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The Click Inside the Moment

The Click Inside the Momentby Michael DoyleStrangers showboating the skillsProbably don’t have the thrillsThey talk about so profuselyThese things shouldn’t be said looselyStill, we come into the roomWith exploding feelings that loomAnd I know that your pros outweigh your consUntil … Continue reading

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In Loving the Blessed Life

In Loving the Blessed Lifeby Michael DoyleIn every story that’s toldAbout the cards that foldThere is also the breakthroughOf holding strong in all that we doLoving the blessed life that’s givenAnd keeping the promises of being forgivenThis is the hope … Continue reading

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Searching For Reasons Why

Searching For Reasons Whyby Michael DoyleSearching for wordsThat just won’t comeHoping for a pocketful of miraclesBut finding noneThis is no way to spendThe moments leading to Christmas DayJust hoping for them to endCause they make no difference anywayTake another sip … Continue reading

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Into the Blackest Night

Into the Blackest Nightby Michael DoyleAfter a charlatan’s talk of romanceShuffled by in the cards of chanceFriends from the other side tell the taleHalf past the shaded gates of HellIt seems that games of chance are legendaryAs sleight of hands … Continue reading

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Don’t Play With Fire In the Dark

Don’t Play With Fire In the Darkby Michael Doyle The edge of the cliff beckons meWhispering my name dangerouslyIs it taunting the edgeOf a lonely soul on the ledge A reasoned soul knows its contextWhen all the dots fail to … Continue reading

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Pragmatic Inferences

Pragmatic Inferencesby Michael DoylePragmatic inferencesHave all the meaningTo communicating As a human beingSystematic rulesTo all that we are sayingLaid outLike cards that we are playingGarden pathsOf quiet accidentShow a mapOf living inside this incidentWe fill out and inOur partial perceptionsBlind … Continue reading

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Slightly Out of Tune

Softly Out of Tuneby Michael DoyleThe piano plays slightly out of tuneThe preacher is drunk, crazy as a loonA voice whispers hello old friendThe bemused look hints at the endLife is one continuing negotiationIt seems a program of collaborationIt is … Continue reading

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Come To the End

Come To the Endby Michael DoyleYou want me to take you seriouslyAs you glare at me furiouslyWith your arms around the guyI caught you with before my replyYou flame me by way of “fuck you” balloonAs I advert my eyes … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cards

Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cardsby Michael DoyleMaybe it seems insistentTo be so persistentIn finding time an illusionWhile we all seek our absolutionOur veins beg for transfusionCued as it were by life’s confusionDespite being a fancy dancerAnd at moments, a romancerWe all … Continue reading

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