Tag Archives: Charm

To the New Sunrise

To the New Sunriseby Michael DoyleHand to heart, heart to handI wish only that you understandThat even if it weren’t for all your charmI would never wish to bring you harmWhen and wherever you may goYou take my care beyond … Continue reading

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Looking For Words

Looking For Wordsby Michael DoyleI see you looking for wordsBut more than the wordsYou want to read the actionsThat bleed like a rose with satisfactionMaking a difference, plain to seeTo live, love, and dream is to beOne with this universal … Continue reading

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Parenting As We Go

Parenting As We Goby Michael DoyleHolding on so tightAs life brings dark and lightParenting the children trusted to usAnd doing our best just becauseGod loves us and we should love one anotherAs we are either serving as father or motherIt’s … Continue reading

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A Father’s Love

A Father’s Loveby Michael DoyleA young girl hurtsWith the soul of a womanWhy doesn’t anyone understandA father listens, alert -Doing the best that he canSilently, he offers his handShe dries her eyesWhile he simply listensTo the questions on her mindHe … Continue reading

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Artful In Implication

Artful In Implicationby Michael DoyleAll art is broad in its implicationBut tell me please the explanationAs today’s surrealism perks making us illWhile twisting everyday into a monstrous chillUnsettling images of disquieting sensoryExperiences abound here at the end of historyBeyond the … Continue reading

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Learning To Not Be Anxious

Learning To Not Be Anxiousby Michael DoyleTossing and turning without sleepFilled with thoughts that won’t keepThis world is filled with complexityEnough to fill our hearts with anxietyThe restlessness of what we must endureFor all these trepidations there is a cureThere … Continue reading

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Self Awareness Penned In Resurrection

Self Awareness Penned In Resurrectionby Michael DoyleA dull cubicle’s existence jabsLeaving the feel of bruising hopelessnessPondering the future’s uncertaintyLife’s lemons squeezed with a twist of darknessIt’s an endlessly looped sense of stuckTrapped inside a mental simulationWith crushing inertia’s dominant luckSetting … Continue reading

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Birds Aren’t Real

Birds Aren’t Realby Michael DoyleSpoken with a sense of zealIs the thought, “Birds Aren’t Real”Youth joins together to upendA disturbing sort of the worse trendIn an age of misinformationGen Z links arms across the nationEngaged in a case of absurdismWith … 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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Slips of the Tongue

Slips of the Tongueby Michael DoyleSlips of the feeble tongueCome more often when no longer youngThings ill thought should often not be saidBut instead kept inside one’s headOur lives are played out like a movieSometimes hellbent though that doesn’t move … Continue reading

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