Tag Archives: Feel

Kick In the Teeth

Kick In the Teethby Michael DoyleFolks deflect, saying it doesn’t matter,Even as it seems they feel their world shatter.It can be inane, like only so much chatter.Maybe it stops them from acting like a Mad Hatter.Even in the rain, their … Continue reading

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Art and the Artist

Art and the Artistby Michael DoyleIt isn’t much of a choiceAn artist must feel their voice.Of course, money means something,But it’s in no way everything.It’s better to go down in gloryThan to never live one’s story.The fight is the undivided … Continue reading

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Love’s Cost

Love’s Costby Michael DoyleNo matter who it is that you might meetAs you walk down life’s long street, You might never know how she may feel.So, it’s important to make this real.It’s more than wedding bells’ chime,A counterfeit love would … Continue reading

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Meditation On the Boanerges

Mediation On the Boanerges by Michael DoyleSometimes we feel the fireWishing harshness to the wire.The Sons of Thunder felt this frustration,Impassioned to spread zeal across their nation.No, it’s not a bad thing, To live life with a bit of zing,Not … Continue reading

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The Best That I Can

The Best That I Canby Michael DoyleEven for a poet doing the best I can,I wish I were, in some ways, a better man.Sometimes, I can’t write another line,Though I wish I were her Valentine.Hearts impede and sometimes implode,Like a … Continue reading

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It’s Only A Memory

It’s Only A Memoryby Michael DoyleCracked pictures from another time,And now somehow it feels more than sublime.Once we walked under the moon, hand in hand.Where that went is hard to understand.Is it funny how love fell into a crack?And now … Continue reading

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An Extra Something

An Extra Somethingby Michael DoyleIt’s another round of birthday cheers,I celebrate the time of passing years.There’s been so much love that’s felt so high,It’s led to times when I wished that I would die.The alien gods of February know this … Continue reading

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Where Stars Collide

Where Stars Collideby Michael DoyleSome animals have an affinity.It’s as if they’re part of the family.Love, it’s said, is a true heart’s bond.There’s mutual respect, and there is beyond.There are the many, and there are the few.But those who get … Continue reading

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Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)

Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)by Michael DoyleCropper laid the template for rock-n-roll.Green Onions made the Soul Man cry. Sitting on the Dock of the Bay consoled our soulsAs Otis crashed and the rest of America cried.He proved that sometimes more … Continue reading

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When the Detour Becomes the Intention

When the Detour Becomes the Intentionby Michael DoyleThere is an art to elegant simplicity,Avoiding all that becomes duplicity,We seek to make our lives be lived realWhere the art of meaning meets the feel.Funny moments become the art of distinction,As we … Continue reading

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