Tag Archives: Charms

What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?

What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?by Michael DoyleWith a touch of her handHe finds happiness againWith her look, he understandsWhat he is meant to ascertainHer walking beside himMakes his sight less dimAs he opens his heart to seeHer … Continue reading

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Da Vinci’s Glow

Da Vinci’s Glowby Michael DoyleIt is said that the Master of All TradesWas a miracle worker coming up all spadesHe said that every painting is visual poetryAnd all poetry is a masterpiece verballyWhat others glimpse, the artist learns to seeIn … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Music Hath Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak

“Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.” -William Congreve, dramatist (24 Jan 1670-1729)

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Rituals

Ritualsby Michael DoyleRitualsTaken in sequenceProtect us from harmVisuals Seemingly in coincidenceHave their illustrious charmsEvery step takenTo shake the forsakenTo hunt or to be huntedHead on the swivel; fear bluntedTo move beyond first baseA destiny to embraceCaught in a game of … Continue reading

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Snow Bound (Through Your Eyes)

Seeing the world of winter in a new light: Snow Bound (Through Your Eyes) by Michael Romani The powdery white of this winter bright Paints my heart with a new kind of light Like new love refined and profound It’s … Continue reading

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Into the Night

The first kill is the hardest.  It brings tears.  With each kill, it gets easier.  Until one day, all innocence is gone and all that’s left is not a soul but a gaping wound of sheerest evil… Into the Night … Continue reading

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