Tag Archives: Growing Up

Birds Aren’t Real

Birds Aren’t Realby Michael DoyleSpoken with a sense of zealIs the thought, “Birds Aren’t Real”Youth joins together to upendA disturbing sort of the worse trendIn an age of misinformationGen Z links arms across the nationEngaged in a case of absurdismWith … Continue reading

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Blind Spots

Blind Spotsby Michael Doyle”What’s my fault” is the starting pointIt is the starting point within meIs it self-centeredness that speaks to pointThat my hurt feelings are more about meIt is the me stuff that raises the defensesAll the selfish desires … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: It Hurts My Soul To Hear the Terrible Names That People Call Donald. The Worst One Is ‘Racist’.

“It hurts my soul to hear the terrible names that people call Donald. The worst one is ‘racist.’ I take it as a personal insult that people would think I would have a 37-year friendship with a racist. People who … Continue reading

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I, Noelle

I, Noelleby Michael DoyleGrowing up there was nothing as pleasantAs waiting on Christmas Eve for presentsHe was like a lamb to metaphorical slaughterAs I snuck up on my Santa Claus fatherAs his daughter, there was much prideExcept for the part … Continue reading

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Pranking Into Vandalism

Started watching a show about a prankster who at least appears from the first episode to have been maybe framed.  I say seems and maybe because I fell asleep.  Woke up at the start of the second episode.  Still think … Continue reading

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Summer, Newport Beach

Na/GloPoWriMo 2019, Day 25 and the challenge is to write a poem that incorporates: Is specific to a season Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell) Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where … Continue reading

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To My Youngest On Reaching Nine

To My Youngest On Reaching Nine by Michael Romani To my youngest on reaching age nine What can I say, sweet angel of mine But that I am proud of you each day As I watch you grow up in … Continue reading

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