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In the Providence of Seneca

In the Providence of Senecaby Michael DoyleIn the age of ancient tyrannyWhen Rome had lost its libertyEven a good man might compromiseFor the partial good seen in his eyesThough at times, it took its tollTo hide his better angels in … Continue reading

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Slips of the Tongue

Slips of the Tongueby Michael DoyleSlips of the feeble tongueCome more often when no longer youngThings ill thought should often not be saidBut instead kept inside one’s headOur lives are played out like a movieSometimes hellbent though that doesn’t move … Continue reading

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Guess It Goes Without Saying

A poem from a free verse workshop that I am attending tonight: Guess It Goes Without Saying by Michael Doyle I guess it goes without saying In this crazy life we’re playing That You can’t have the light Without the … Continue reading

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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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Faithful and Good

God’s words fill our souls like some sort of universal melody at times. Faithful and Good by Michael Doyle Faithful and good in what you do to me Filling my heart with your melody Every beat of my heart is … Continue reading

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Feelings Felt That Night

Poem Number 5 in the retelling of a classic story of a werewolf event in the life of an otherwise uneventful village: Feelings Felt That Night by Michael Doyle The feelings felt surpass right and wrong It is more a … Continue reading

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Sure Hand of the Devil Dealt

The surest hand the Devil’s ever dealt is the deceit blotted out into the dark of night… Sure Hand of the Devil Dealt by Michael Doyle The bell tolls out into the black of night So little is seen in … Continue reading

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To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday

I can only wish, right?  We can only wish?  Well.. maybe some wishes do come true? To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday by Michael Doyle A held tongue leaves time to think Observing those things to be observed These often … Continue reading

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The Lateness of the Hour

Returning back to a promised project that was set down for a time and based in part on The Twilight Zone, Season 2, Episode 8: The Lateness of the Hour by Michael Doyle In a labyrinth of the mind’s imprecision We … Continue reading

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Manuscripts Don’t Burn

Day 22 of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020!  The optional prompt being to use an idiomatic phrase from another language or popular in another country as a starting point. Manuscripts Don’t Burn by Michael Doyle Years ago when I was younger Words ate … Continue reading

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