Tag Archives: Design

Oscar Night Without A Fright

Oscar Night Without A Frightby Michael DoyleHollywood tries to get one thing right,How to survive the Oscar night without a fright.Celebrities don’t walk the red carpet zoneWithout Armani on a tightrope of their own.Harnessing star power to openly conspire, Giorgio … Continue reading

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Moonbow Symphony

Moonbow Symphonyby Michael DoyleMy daughters and I are proneTo take all-day drivesPreferably together, not aloneTo feel the peace of being aliveLast weekend, early on SaturdayOur packed-up SUV got underwayThe goal was to see the MoonbowTo Cumberland Falls, we would goLexington … Continue reading

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Rights of Passage

Rights of Passageby Michael DoyleAs just another poet by designI would like to contest what’s mineYou see, it’s true that I’m not deadBut folks want to argue over words saidThe count is not final in the leastThough some would provoke … Continue reading

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Divination

Divinationby Michael DoyleIs it true that only foolsCast aside all the rules?And what kind of wreckDoes life become living by the deck?A spooky basement points the directionThat reveals the cloth of divinationHand painted arcana mixes with astrologyIt is needed to … Continue reading

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In the Solitude of Darkness

In the Solitude of Darknessby Michael DoyleTo the degree that I do not fearI am powerful enough to persevereI say this with a heavy-hearted sighAs my soul fixes its intellectual eyeThe love and rage that exists inside meHave become the … Continue reading

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Deceptive Truths From the Sanctuary

Deceptive Truth From the Sanctuaryby Michael DoyleMost see the warrior life as fighting and drinkingBut the truth of the odyssey is one of thinkingUlysses was protean and was not easily swayedInstead, his thinking was fluid and many-wayedThis is the way … Continue reading

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First Principles: History By Apprising Citizens of the Past Will Enable Them To Judge of the Future

“History by apprising [citizens] of the past will enable them to judge of the future; it will avail them of the experience of other times and other nations; it will qualify them as judges of the actions and designs of … Continue reading

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Left Behind

Left Behindby Michael DoyleThere is a coziness to all our liesWhispers the darkness in this monster’s eyesThere is peace in settling the scoreVengeance knows the warmth of its pourLike a blended whiskey that burns down slowSo is our lack of … Continue reading

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Valentine’s Season

Valentine’s Seasonby Michael DoyleIn a circular society, there are seasonsSome of these devoid of sensible reasonsAs to why there is plenty or there is lessLove to be found, yet if I had to guessIt’s more worth quietly learning to resignAnd … Continue reading

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Time and Illusion

Time and Illusionby Michael DoyleWalking through life’s many milesI count my wins by my smilesSome might think I’ve been abusedBut mostly, I stand amusedAll the countless false chargesDesigned by enemies to somehow enlargeThe bad things I’ve sometimes doneIn the end, … Continue reading

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