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The Clock Keeps Ticking

Posted on November 23, 2021 by alohapromisesforever

The Clock Keeps Tickingby Michael DoyleFrom that pristine sense of momentWhen we come out of the wombThe clock starts tickingWith all its joy and tormentWe become the life in the roomMaking things happen through our kickingIt is in building the … Continue reading →

In the Hateful Wastefulness of Mediocrity

Posted on May 26, 2021 by alohapromisesforever

In the Hateful Wastefulness of Mediocrityby Michael DoyleIs it as it seems some kind of conspiracyThis hateful wastefulness of mediocrityClearly, I am not genius quite enoughFor I, in my simplicity, to hazard a bluffThat human nature is an understandingI hold … Continue reading →

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Feelings Felt That Night

Posted on July 6, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

Poem Number 5 in the retelling of a classic story of a werewolf event in the life of an otherwise uneventful village: Feelings Felt That Night by Michael Doyle The feelings felt surpass right and wrong It is more a … Continue reading →

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