Tag Archives: Dance

In This Dance

In This Danceby Michael DoyleEven rivers know to ramble slowlyThe end comes soon enoughIf in the end, this world knows meSomeday, that will be enoughIn the interrupted dream shades of the nightI wander alone through this twilightBreathless as the thoughts … Continue reading

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Since the Days that Eden Fell

Since the Days that Eden Fellby Michael DoyleEver since the dark days that Eden fellMankind has cast pennies down the wishing wellHoping to find some bright point of lightTo get us through our darkest times of nightEver since the dark … Continue reading

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Into the Blackest Night

Into the Blackest Nightby Michael DoyleAfter a charlatan’s talk of romanceShuffled by in the cards of chanceFriends from the other side tell the taleHalf past the shaded gates of HellIt seems that games of chance are legendaryAs sleight of hands … Continue reading

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First Principles: Let Everything That Has Breath Praise the Lord!

“Hallelujah! Praise God in His sanctuary. Praise Him in His mighty heavens. Praise Him for His mighty acts; Praise Him for His excellent greatness. Praise Him with the sound of the horn; Praise Him with the harp and lyre. Praise … Continue reading

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Sandhill Cranes Revisited

Sandhill Cranes Revisitedby Michael DoyleEvery year Sometimes twice a yearWe would make our pilgrimage Off to Jasper PulaskiTens of thousands of cranes Filled the airZoning in on their nesting groundsZig-zag patterns as grouping Crossed by grouping Into what looks like … Continue reading

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Visceral Causes

The fifth and final of the series based on the science fiction movie, Alien. Visceral Causesby Michael DoyleThe visceral causes bits of reactionConnected to the phobias with distinctionA baby born with a visual screamBirthing the nightmare, where might have been … Continue reading

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Born In the Rockies (Part II)

Born In the Rockies (Part II)by Michael DoyleThe backbone of North America stretches for milesBring life across the land with ceaseless smilesFrom shifting sand dunes to deep river valleys it goesFrom the most brilliant stretches of sun to deep shadowsEach … Continue reading

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A Song of Thanksgiving

A Song of Thanksgivingby Michael DoyleA song of thanksgivingSung to be braveIn need of forgivingI claw my way from my graveWith apprehensionI am reaching outBeyond comprehensionMy thoughts are filled with doubtStill, I danceIn your rain of kindnessTaking this chanceDespite my … Continue reading

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Kalavale

Kalavaleby Michael Doyle In a Finnish woodWhere life is understoodTo be a magical thingThere were songs to singAnd laughter filled the airThe night washed away careAs we looked on the beautyThere amidst the trees A different music filled the airWith … Continue reading

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Moonkyst and the Twisted Fae

Moonkyst and the Twisted Faeby Michael DoyleIn the early morning mistWe dream our dreams moonkystit’s a fantasy, some might sayBut it gets us through another daySome dance the dance of twisted faeWhile the music plays; they swayAs if it might … Continue reading

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