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Through the Years

Through the Yearsby Michael DoyleAlive somewhere in all my ADHDI sometimes walk right into meWhen I do, in times like thisI find there isn’t much to missI have always tried to be my bestStretching myself to meet my testsHead-on collisions … Continue reading

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Writing Our Own Stories

Writing Our Own Storiesby Michael DoyleWe find ourselves in our struggleEmerging from our strife into lifeIt seems to me, that we too often juggleThe solutions that can be overly rifeIt is us who write our own storyAs we listen beyond … Continue reading

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The Singularity of the Immersive

The Singularity of the Immersiveby Michael DoyleThe virtual offers its trailing breadcrumbsPushing forward into spaces where the mind numbsThrough the effort of examining its potential The path walked has become quite consequential This platform of mixed media is greater than … Continue reading

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Dr. Seuss With No Excuse

Two weeks in aka Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020 and the challenge prompt today is: “to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise). Specifically, I challenge you today to write a poem that deals with the … Continue reading

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A Keening of Cause

Halloween Poem #9: A Keening of Cause by Michael Romani Fallen into second sight’s vision I find myself lost in indecision There inside that stinging fog Sawn in half like a totem’s log It’s too late for what will come … Continue reading

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Halloween Is Coming

October 1st.  It must be a day for many things.  But as the night comes to an end, felt like an old friend, I feel Halloween coming on… Halloween Is Coming by Michael Romani In the distance, I hear the … Continue reading

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Wolf’s Call Coming

Love and life are becoming increasingly clearer in my mind as part of one and the same.  Without love there is no life, without life there is no love.  And what of this to a man who has been told … Continue reading

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WordPress – #Daily Prompt – Bubble

Quick apology:  This poem was meant to be created yesterday.  Sometimes sleep wins the night.  I fell asleep before posting yesterday’s poetry.  Mea culpa… In my days of lazy, barefoot wanderings Sometimes too caught up in my ponderings I would … Continue reading

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WordPress – #Daily Prompt – Percussive

The brass section stops and wildly stares While the woodwinds simply cast their glare The guitarist gets in that last shredding lick Never realizing that without the percussive kick Their music loses all of it’s sensational flavor There’s really nothing … Continue reading

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