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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: https://flic.kr/p/rkrr2Y 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 … 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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First Principles: Arguing With Persons Lacking Reason Is Like Giving Medicine To the Dead

“To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.” – Thomas Paine      

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The Arrow Shoots Straight

We can do nothing about our yesterdays.  We cannot do a whole lot about our tomorrows but prepare.  All we are promised and all that we have is this moment we breathe. The Arrow Shoots Straight by Michael Romani We … Continue reading

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Soul Shift – Deplorable

Sort of a beginning exploration into the dark side possible outcome of mankind’s transition toward half believing we understand the implications of quantum theories. Soul Shift – Deplorable by Michael Romani Father forgive us, we know not what we do … Continue reading

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A Bleakness of Breath

Continuing on my semi-gothic mood, Halloween Poem #8: A Bleakness of Breath by Michael Romani In a cemetery of bleakness Down from the Devil’s house In a coldness that speaks of this There is a tremble as quiet as a … Continue reading

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