Tag Archives: Memories

Whispered Words

Whispered Wordsby Michael DoyleYour whispered words,I questioned why.When I listened closely,They sounded like goodbye.You hardly had time to live,Let alone time to die.At your graveside,All I could do was wonder why.In my eyes,You had been such a beautiful child.I say … Continue reading

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The Riddle of the Sands

The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading

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Questioning the Process

Questioning the Processby Michael DoyleIn and out of our lives, we hearThose thoughts around us that persevere.Pushing and prodding us with possibility,And we gravitate toward what has plausibility.There are no promises, only process.We take our nibbles here and there to … Continue reading

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Time Will Tell

Time Will Tellby Michael DoyleTo begin a familyEven in a place like Tahiti,Is something to approach gently.It will be if it’s meant to be.It was a day like any other,If your day was anotherDay filled with paradise.But if you’re looking … Continue reading

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Damaged Memories of An Indiana Tornado

Damaged Memories of An Indiana Tornadoby Michael DoyleOminous clouds are captured in a photographThat suggests thunderclaps as the Devil’s laughAs lightning strikes down on a Hoosier cornfieldForked-tongued, it speaks of devastation revealedCracked wood is tossed across the creek’s bendAs a … Continue reading

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The Great American Train Song

The Great American Train Songby Michael DoyleSometimes words come out stiltedLeaving heads hung and tiltedListening as the lonesome whistle blowsSuddenly, we’re all raggedy hobosAs we wonder to ourselves where time has goneWasn’t it just yesterday when trains rolled onSomewhere down … Continue reading

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Facing Death Boldly

Facing Death Boldlyby Michael DoyleFacing death is one thingWatching the death of your menThat hurts more than anythingIt burns like the second mortal sinCold and hungry in the nightA target was seen in every lightYou never forget the death seenIt … Continue reading

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Fires Framing Truth

Fires Framing Truthby Michael DoyleHow can you serve the peopleWhen you’re feeding them lies?How can you mislead a motherAnd look her straight in the eyes?You think a dismissive smileIs all you need to wearAs you issue your political denialDon’t you … Continue reading

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Pushback On A Throw Away Life

Pushback On A Throw Away Lifeby Michael DoyleWords are frequently flungLike bells that can’t be un-rungThere remains work to be doneWe can’t turn away before it’s wonFor those with caring heartsThis is off to a rough startPeople who deserve next … Continue reading

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Crossing Over From Greenpoint

Crossing Over From Greenpointby Michael DoyleMy crossing over from Greenpoint into the cityEvery day was had via subway and was not prettyAnd it was different for a Californian manYet, there was no other way into ManhattanAt least, not that made … Continue reading

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