Tag Archives: Charm

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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Sounds For Troubled Times

One thing I’ve had some time to do lately is to explore what tuneage tends to lift my spirits in these sunken times. Sounds For Troubled Times by Michael Doyle Susceptible to a classic boogie fever As though there be … Continue reading

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A Pale Death

Halloween Poem #17: A Pale Death by Michael Romani The end of days descends Like a fog from hell that ascends On us all a thick as it can be As we dance away our sanity Lilith asks for one … Continue reading

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Further Reaches

There’s magic in the stardust that goes beyond the physical world we live in.  This is a bit half inspired by a tale of two worlds and of course blended with thoughts about my recent past… Further Reaches by Michael … Continue reading

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