Tag Archives: Curse

Born In the Dawn

Tales of magic and the quests that invariably accompany these always tug at my soul. Born In the Dawn by Michael Doyle In the mists of time, there is a story Of the sword of power and it’s full glory … 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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Thought For the Day: Society Cannot Trample On the Weakest and Feeblest of Its Members Without Receiving the Curse In Its Own Soul

“We  are all bound up together in one great bundle of humanity and society cannot trample on the weakest and feeblest of its members without receiving the curse in its own soul.” – Frances Ellen Watkins Harper      

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An Easter Of Empty Churches

What an odd sort of Easter wasn’t it?  But perhaps a lesson to be learned… An Easter of Empty Churches by Michael Doyle April of 2019, Notre-Dame was burning And in this, we were surprised and learning That there would … Continue reading

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End of the Frontier

Between the 1870s to the early 1900s, American society became a vast sea of sea change in matters of all forms of transformation going on at once. End of the Frontier by Michael Doyle The travesty of the Civil War … Continue reading

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Cursed Fate

Once upon a not so long ago, even words spoken could get you accused of all sorts of things.   Now it’s a new sort of dogma that we have to conform to or pay a wicked price.  Funny isn’t … Continue reading

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Given To the Fire

Halloween Poem #24: Given To the Fire by Michael Romani Gazing on the precious cross Given to the fire with a toss One soul stood itself alone But, oh so, very lost and alone As if her heart were suddenly … Continue reading

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Nightbirds Sing In Prophecy

Halloween Poem #11: Nightbirds Sing In Prophecy by Michael Romani Hiding in the dark of shadow Is that thing which you must know Hold those tears that you might cry Never knowing the passage of goodbye You think you know … Continue reading

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Like Dominoes Falling

On this the 18th day of Na/GloPoWriMo, the challenge is to write an elegy in which the sadness is based less on abstraction than concrete verbiage that helps a person feel the depth of sorrow felt.  To that degree, I … Continue reading

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The Fury Gone

Watching a show about something altogether different, this poem just sort of popped itself out of back of my cranium… The Fury Gone by Michael Romani She was nervous, afraid to ask it About how the Triad wars Had very … Continue reading

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