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Nuclear Winter Hues

To those who guessed, this Halloween’s poetry theme for me is the monster that lays within far too much of humanity. Nuclear Winter Huesby Michael DoyleNuclear WinterBegins to splinterWith daylight undefinedTricks begin to play on the mindAnother day off the … Continue reading

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First Principles: It Should Be Your Care, Therefore, And Mine, To Elevate the Minds of Our Children and Exalt Their Courage. If We Suffer Their Minds To Grovel and Creep In Infancy, They Will Grovel All Their Lives

“It should be your care, therefore, and mine, to elevate the minds of our children and exalt their courage… If we suffer their minds to grovel and creep in infancy, they will grovel all their lives.” – John Adams (1756)

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First Principles: It Should Be Your Care…To Elevate the Minds of Our Children and Exult Their Courage…If We Suffer Their Minds To Grovel and Creep In Infancy, They Will Grovel All Their Lives

“It should be your care, therefore, and mine, to elevate the minds of our children and exalt their courage; to accelerate and animate their industry and activity; to excite in them an habitual contempt of meanness, abhorrence of injustice and … Continue reading

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Autumn Seen Starkly

Autumn Seen Starklyby Michael DoyleOctober 2nd and the days are wearing thinI suppose it is true that Winter is coming againThis, then, is the truth of Autumn seen starklyAs the days grow shorter and are seen darklyPoetry captures violent moments … Continue reading

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A Smile of Death

A Smile of Deathby Michael DoyleThe morning comes with a “how have you been”That comes a bit too brightly in world gone dimA smile unwelcomed can being its sense of dreadWith the ominous thought that we’ll all soon be deadThe … Continue reading

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Voices Speak

Voices Speakby Michael DoyleVoices speak over one another requiring choiceWhere should we focus with more than one voiceIt’s wholly revolutionary moving past the situationWith disgruntled perspectives knowing absorptionThe simple man always wants to speak the truthBut so few have listened … Continue reading

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As If From Nowhere

As If From Nowhereby Michael DoyleHorrific images arise as if from nowhereThe sort of created crucifixion of unspoken fearHounded by the talons of the furiesThat creep up very slowly and kill with a hurryBringing back the Temple of Apollo, At … Continue reading

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Dark Matters

Dark Mattersby Michael DoyleYou were my bright tomorrowNow all I have is my sorrowAnd I’ve only myself to blamePlease don’t look at me in my shameFeelings bubbled up in troubleI opened my mouth, now its doubleI can barely see through … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seams

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seamsby Michael DoyleThere on that snow fallen black of nightIn an alley filled with guilt’s blightDorian fears the tell of tongue wagged taleThat pursues him to the gates of HellThere are dreadful things … Continue reading

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Dangers Lurk In the Seams

Dangers Lurk In the Seamsby Michael DoyleIn the hidden crevices of your dreamsThere are dangers lurking in the seamsThree, four, better lock up that doorThe boogie man is coming back for moreFive, six, he has a bag of tricksWhere evil … Continue reading

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