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Firefighter 54 (In Memoriam for the Death of My Sister)

For those who remember Michele, I offer in her memory on this anniversary of her death:   Firefighter 54 by Michael Doyle   ..Firefighter 54, firefighter 54 This is Ashland Fire Department Firefighter 54, Firefighter 54 This is Ashland Fire … Continue reading

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What’s In A Poem But Words

What’s In A Poem But Wordsby Michael DoyleWhat’s in a poem but words you sayThey can be written in many a wayAll it takes is the heart behind the thoughtsAnd to feel the flow of the shoulds and oughtsWhen you … Continue reading

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Skandalon

Skandalonby Michael DoyleI won’t take the baitOf living this fateFalling for the offenseOf people speaking through pretenseTriggered into living this trapThinking and feeling the rapHit after hit comes my wayI see it happening day after dayThe pains that are feltIn … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #7: Spanish Flower Shadorma

Na/GloPoWriMo #7: Spanish Flower Shadorma by Michael DoyleTime stands stillAs I turn awaySlowing downTides are feltDeep inside my fragile soulInnocence betraysCastle sandsSlip through my fingersWashed awayAs alwaysI look into setting sunsWondering at whyBest of timesPass away too fastIn your eyesIn … Continue reading

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A Little Bit of Empathy

A Little Bit of Empathyby Michael DoyleThe relationship is about youAnd then again, it’s about meIt’s about our step into divinityDo we love our God flawlessly?It’s about the work yet to be doneIt’s about God’s love poured out to everyoneLet’s … Continue reading

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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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