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Awkward Silence Felt

Does anyone else ever get into routines?  I suppose there is good and bad to these things. Awkward Silence Felt by Michael Doyle The awkward silence between Feels down, dirty and mean In pop culture’s references We’re coming down to … Continue reading

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Lessons of Sadie Hawkins

Life in its myriad of dances has it’s meaning sometimes coming in multiples of delusion… Lessons of Sadie Hawkins by Michael Doyle Sock hop memories wake the school Where twists in plot are the rule All of life is filtered … Continue reading

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A Dagger’s Breath

The last in the classic retelling of a classic werewolf tale: A Dagger’s Breath by Michael Doyle Everywhere the deceived heart searches for clues Bits of treachery displayed in all of its hues You can hide it all within a … Continue reading

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Ohio River Driven

Poem based on Part I of a scenic drive taken along the Indiana towns along the Ohio River.  Part II will be today, probably. 🙂 Ohio River Driven by Michael Doyle Two hour drive to catch a bit of history … Continue reading

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Fly On A Photographer’s Wall

Another peek into the photographs of persons and their relationships: Fly On A Photographer’s Wall by Michael Doyle Photographs so perfectly still Are a marvel that makes us feel All these candid moments captured well Soul numbing as they tell … Continue reading

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It’s No Mystery

A thought that occurred to me over and over as I drove through Amish Country yesterday: It’s No Mystery by Michael Doyle Every day that we get to live We have to give what we can give To show that … Continue reading

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Indiana Back Hills

I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works.  It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination.  On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the … Continue reading

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Into the Open Door

What if we could finally stop seeking and finally see? Into the Open Door by Michael Doyle If life were but a movie What would we really be But a story within the story That is all the glory Of … Continue reading

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Waking Up Alone

Didn’t Bowie set it out for us well?  Time may and does change us.  But, we cannot change time.  Why do realize that when we are young.  Then so many of us lose sight of this as we grow older … Continue reading

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Back Chat of Eternal Insomnia

So many of us spend countless hours into the we hours of the night staving off the limited hours until the morning light.  Insomnia and its accompanying sleep exhaustion have claimed many of us and leading into less good than … Continue reading

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