Tag Archives: Lines

Where Are the Kids’ Bikes?

Where Are the Kids’ Bikes?by Michael DoyleDriving down the suburban streetsIt seems the few kids out are on their feet.What happened to the bikes in my neighborhood?The fun of this, I thought, would be understood.But even as I tried over … Continue reading

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Loving Enough For Two

Loving Enough For Twoby Michael DoyleIt was easy enough to feel slightedAs off in the distance, he sightedEnough to evidence his dreams shatteringAs her coldness set his teeth chatteringHe hadn’t wanted to open up and hear itThat there was a … Continue reading

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Half Remembered Lines

As If the Last Timeby Michael DoyleMy heart keeps being hauntedBy these half-remembered linesThe ones that are never wantedLike a kiss given as if the last timeHere’s looking at you, kidShe half smiles, keeping it hidThat heartbreak is only an … Continue reading

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Parenting As We Go

Parenting As We Goby Michael DoyleHolding on so tightAs life brings dark and lightParenting the children trusted to usAnd doing our best just becauseGod loves us and we should love one anotherAs we are either serving as father or motherIt’s … Continue reading

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Hands Tell the Story

Hands Tell the Storyby Michael DoyleSmooth and sultryThe jazz flautistSmooths out her linesSoothing like a silk mysteryThe jazz flautistBlows our mindsWhile somewhereIn that over thereA man watches a womanWishing he might persevereAnd didn’t know the fearLike only a man in … Continue reading

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Gotta Get the Truth Out

Gotta Get the Truth Outby Michael DoyleBoth sides are rightBoth sides are wrongIn the dead of the nightWhere do I belong?The words that are saidWhen none should speakRoll around in my headAs I look down from this peakThere’s a lot … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #17: Your Turn To Peek

Na/GloPoWriMo #17: Your Turn To Peekby Michael DoyleA silver faceShrouded in thinnest veilShines of love’s embraceIn the greatest detailLines traces acrossScars whispering of lossYet, hopeful of fantasyLike star-crossed lunacyPlaying hide and seekUntil it’s your turn to peekThe day’s sun falls … 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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Framing the Lines

Photographic composition often has the challenge of how to turn the  two dimensional into something that has depth and seems a bit three dimensional. Framing the Lines by Michael Doyle Doorways, windows and rock formations Layer our photos with their … Continue reading

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Ode To A Mad Dog

Read between the lines and realize that some things just need to be said regardless… Ode To A Mad Dog by Michael Romani In the depths of a duty of silence Is the observed, held with vigilance That there are … Continue reading

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