Tag Archives: Dreams

X Marks the Spot

X Marks the Spotby Michael DoyleSo now, here it is, and seemsThat in a community of dreamsX has come to mark the spotWhere the globe connects the dotsOf conversations that we fieldWhere no one really yieldsBut mingles outbursts of conversationThat … Continue reading

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A Sunrise Journey

A Sunrise Journeyby Michael DoyleClouds hang high in the morning skyAs if painted for the poet’s eyeThere’s a journey undertaken by the heartWhere the holiest of holy finds its startLike a seagull traveling light on its journeyA soul travels reaching … Continue reading

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For Sierra (At Age 14)

For Sierra (At Age 14)by Michael DoyleThough sometimes now, I have to squint To get the clue of what it is you meantThis poem is for you as you reach 14Growing into one of my favorite human beingsWhether it’s building … Continue reading

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On the Wrong Side of the Tracks

On the Wrong Side of the Tracksby Michael DoyleJust south Of Desolation BoulevardOn the wrong side Of those rusted tracksIs a place we knowWhere the kids all goAnd the traffic’s slowWhere hearts beat forever Than the speed of lightOn the … Continue reading

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The History That I’m Still Living

The History That I’m Still Livingby Michael DoyleWhen the winds of change blew throughThe march of history became more trueThere really wasn’t much to sayBy those who outgrew their shackles of yesterdayThe Wild West became the Wild EastAs crime and … Continue reading

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At the End of Life

At the End of Lifeby Michael DoyleAt the end of life’s pathAs a matter of the simplest mathA good man wishes he has ledHis children to right thoughts in their headsAt the end of life’s dreamsFilled with love bursting at … Continue reading

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Funny How Time Slips Away

Funny How Time Slips Awayby Michael DoyleI was thinking just the other dayIsn’t it funny how time slips away?Somewhere between country and rockThere’s need for living by straight talkLife has its beats and tribulationsTimes of sadness and of jubilationsIndulging in … 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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One-To-One Hearted

One-To-One Heartedby Michael DoyleThere best belongs to be foundIn the miss that comes aroundWhere nothing becomes the somethingThat brings the best of everythingSo often we walk feeling perplexedUnsure of how it all connectsBut if we listen really hardOur dreams show … Continue reading

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Decency

Decencyby Michael DoyleYou’re a diamondIn a world of human coalBecause you know the worthOf the human soulFragile and fallible as we areWe dream of living our dreamsClinging to every falling starEven as we’re falling apart t our seamsOur dignity frayed … Continue reading

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