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Voices Cry

Watched a bit of a show that reminded me of the folks out there who suffer from PTSD.  From that I got this: Voices Cry by Michael Doyle The voices crying into the night Its hard to take this light … Continue reading

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In His Faithfulness

Based in part on Romans 6:   In His Faithfulness by Michael Doyle For all our fears and all of our doubt The Lord will guard us faithfully Established as guard that we might work out That the Lord has … Continue reading

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Disinfected Press Briefing

The 27th day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020, has the optional prompt of writing a poetic review of something not often reviewed.   Disinfected Press Briefing by Michael Doyle Even though there by sincere invitation Very few of them had whatsoever any … Continue reading

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A Life In Size

The saga of Dracula continues: A Life In Size by Michael Doyle In the dark castle hangs her face A painting of the sunlight he once embraced Hidden within were passages of a maze Guarded from the sun that continues … Continue reading

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Manuscripts Don’t Burn

Day 22 of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020!  The optional prompt being to use an idiomatic phrase from another language or popular in another country as a starting point. Manuscripts Don’t Burn by Michael Doyle Years ago when I was younger Words ate … Continue reading

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Turbo Charged

American History continues through the Kennedy presidency. Turbo Charged by Michael Doyle Nixon versus Kennedy; election 1960 Workhorse versus glamor; it hits me That the sleek athleticism of the New Frontier Was as distinctive as this election year The torch … Continue reading

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Our Finest Hour

At this stage of American history, we advanced onto the world stage having no real choice but to fight a war on multiple fronts in World War II and rather self consciously becoming a, if not the, world leader in … Continue reading

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Set’s Legacy

A continuing look at Egyptian myth: Set’s Legacy by Michael Doyle Only a mad man would steal Those things that a god would conceal Two bridges rigged with traps Cloaked in the veil of mystery wraps All power is centered … Continue reading

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Heirlooms In the Shadows

Haunted graveyards anyone? Heirlooms In the Shadows by Michael Doyle Where there is wanton violence There is always fear in that place You can feel it in the silence That permeates darkness in that space Standing there with the coffin … Continue reading

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My Thorny Crown

War never truly ends for some. My Thorny Crown by Michael Doyle It’s said and it’s true As a lesson learned by me and you That only the dead Know the end of war For the rest of us, it’s … Continue reading

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