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Half Remembered Lines

As If the Last Timeby Michael DoyleMy heart keeps being hauntedBy these half-remembered linesThe ones that are never wantedLike a kiss given as if the last timeHere’s looking at you, kidShe half smiles, keeping it hidThat heartbreak is only an … Continue reading →

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading →

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Like Wanderers Seeking

Like Wanderers Seekingby Michael DoyleLike wanderers wandering a lovelier wayWe plant the seeds that bring the new daysWith a fullness of dreams filling our heartsWe loosely planned how the days would startBut kept the freedom breathing in and outNever steadfastly … Continue reading →

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Remembering When Kindness Was In Fashion

Remembering When Kindness Was in Fashionby Michael DoyleWe live in a time of self-limited imaginationWhere people cannot dream of outside creationBut mysteriously believe in writing only experienceSuch as found in personal and depraved dalliancesRather than dreaming of the bigger conceptionsToo … Continue reading →

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Autumn Seen Starkly

Autumn Seen Starklyby Michael DoyleOctober 2nd and the days are wearing thinI suppose it is true that Winter is coming againThis, then, is the truth of Autumn seen starklyAs the days grow shorter and are seen darklyPoetry captures violent moments … Continue reading →

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The Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: Civilization Is A Choice. We Get Up Every Morning and Decide To Follow Certain Rules of Decorum and Behavior Because That’s How You Keep Society Together

“Civilization is a choice. We get up every morning and decide to follow certain rules of decorum and behavior because that’s how you keep a society together. We have seen a total breakdown of those norms year after year. It … Continue reading →

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Thoughts On A September Morn

Thoughts On A September Mornby Michael DoyleYou can feel it in the airA discernable sense of changeAs you take in the world with careAnd watch the leaves rearrangeSummer comes to its endAs Autumn starts to beginEven before leaves start to … Continue reading →

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The Freedom Agenda

The Freedom Agendaby Michael DoyleI read the headlines to my great consternationThat Newsome and others would change our constitutionThe thoughts of over my dead body come to mindIt’s time we leave such foolish thoughts behindIt’s not enough to simply win … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: It Is Self-Evident That Language Has Not Bled To Death Through Change

“Prolonged study of the English language leaves me with a conviction that nearly all the linguistic tendencies of the present day have been displayed in earlier centuries, and it is self-evident that the language has not bled to death through … Continue reading →

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