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Wounded Bluntness

Wounded Bluntnessby Michael DoyleIt seems cliché, by revealing,When we talk about our covert feelings,That even writers aren’t sure what’s good.It’s well enough hoping to be understood.The personal is what others find compelling.Otherwise, just what is it that you’re revealing?That is, … Continue reading

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We Will Do the Rest

We Will Do the Restby Michael DoyleWith a little rain and the truest grit Following admonitions to never forget,We’ll know liberty’s tree from its roots grownTo the top of freedom’s leaves, deeply flowing.We’ve driven the distance to see the sightsAcross … Continue reading

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Contamination of Life and Thought

Contamination of Life and Thoughtby Michael DoyleAs a small child, often alone, I usually readThe kinds of books that put thoughts in my head.About lives well lived in their grand nobility,These were filled with love and remarkable purity.To be fair, … Continue reading

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From High To Low

From High To Lowby Michael DoyleToo many people believe in the nicheAnd from there won’t budge an inch.Truth? It pays to know about everythingBecause then, you can choose what to bringTo the party of life’s extremes.From this, you can learn … Continue reading

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Dinkʼinesh

Dinkʼineshby Michael DoyleIn mankind’s efforts to stand uprightTurning from darkness toward the lightWe’ve contended a few bones along the wayJust enough really for the right to sayFrom tree dwelling to learning to walkOn two legs, we became positioned to talkChipped … Continue reading

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The Secret Woes of Regret

The Secret Woes of Regretby Michael DoyleKept silence about better daysAre still remembered for the better waysWe once so happily lived inBefore the days of blood and drunken sinsWe clean the ship’s hull on the beachTo gain that extra knot … Continue reading

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Gentleman George

Gentleman Georgeby Michael DoyleIt took a lifetime to forgeThe humility of Gentleman GeorgeWith his best fights fought on his kneesHe is God’s child and aims to pleaseOnce a lion, then a lamb, in doing all thingsHe only gave his second … Continue reading

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Friendships Keep Us Alive

Friendships Keep Us Aliveby Michael DoyleChildhood friendship felt legendaryIt was elevated like a sacred entityAs we engraved our initials in our mindsCertain we’d never leave it behindPlaying games and sometimes wasting timeHelped us come across the better rhymesThat became the … Continue reading

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Into the Blackest Night

Into the Blackest Nightby Michael DoyleAfter a charlatan’s talk of romanceShuffled by in the cards of chanceFriends from the other side tell the taleHalf past the shaded gates of HellIt seems that games of chance are legendaryAs sleight of hands … Continue reading

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X Marks the Spot

X Marks the Spotby Michael DoyleSo now, here it is, and seemsThat in a community of dreamsX has come to mark the spotWhere the globe connects the dotsOf conversations that we fieldWhere no one really yieldsBut mingles outbursts of conversationThat … Continue reading

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