Tag Archives: Clue

If Space and Time…

If Space and Time…by Michael DoyleIt’s only been a matter of a few passing yearsI’m alone on your birthday except for my tearsTalking to God again, I stare off into the nightYours was the sisterly love that was my guiding … Continue reading

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Your Mother’s Love Is Lying

Your Mother’s Love Is Lyingby Michael DoyleThere is so much assumed as basic factAnd from these, we choose how to reactAccuracy is important from our conceptionYou’d be surprised at the level of deceptionAs with these things lending toward ready detectionThere … Continue reading

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A Question of Dimension

A Question of Dimensionby Michael DoyleA question awaits every believerIs God or Is God not a deceiverFrom this point, we’ll need evidenceConclusions must be drawn based on relevanceIs the Earth young? Or Is It Old?Are we to believe our eyes … Continue reading

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For Sierra (At Age 14)

For Sierra (At Age 14)by Michael DoyleThough sometimes now, I have to squint To get the clue of what it is you meantThis poem is for you as you reach 14Growing into one of my favorite human beingsWhether it’s building … Continue reading

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Face To Face

Face To Faceby Michael DoyleComing face to faceWith my mortalityI’ll be never beJust another fatalityLet there be no doubtingThat I’ll go out shoutingGrabbing on as hard as I canI live to be that kind of manGonna, gonna hit it!You know … Continue reading

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A Brodsky View of the Pandemic

A Brodsky View of the Pandemicby Michael DoyleShow trial advances without stayCharges pressed without any delayThe time arrives to dispense all playIn a fluke filled with fearsCame the nice as if to cheersThat would repeat themselves through yearsQuickly then comes … Continue reading

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I Need You To Fight

I Need You To Fightby Michael DoyleI’ve never had great answersTo life’s deeper questionsLike what is the meaning or how to cure cancersBut, I can say without hesitationThat I have meant to do goodTo do the best that I have … Continue reading

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Never Enough of You

Never Enough of Youby Michael DoyleI didn’t know what I was afterUntil I heard your sweet laughterI hadn’t a clue what I was missingUntil you and I were kissingNever felt a hand that felt so rightUntil you were holding mine … Continue reading

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Knowing of the Why

Knowing of the Whyby Michael DoyleI believe I know the whyOf why a weeping willow criesWhen there was no time for goodbyeAnd that’s the case for each of us who diesEven in the best case of stabilityThere lies the uncanny … Continue reading

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A Dagger’s Breath

The last in the classic retelling of a classic werewolf tale: A Dagger’s Breath by Michael Doyle Everywhere the deceived heart searches for clues Bits of treachery displayed in all of its hues You can hide it all within a … Continue reading

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