Tag Archives: Memories

Christmas Tree Lane

Christmas Tree Laneby Michael DoyleLife can throw its curve ballsYet, still, it is that Christmas callsWith Christmas lights bringing good cheerEven when a little sadness nearsA smile offered over a little wineHelps to smooth the edgy linesBringing joy and times … Continue reading

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In Healing Hymn

In Healing Hymnby Michael DoyleTo be human is to fantasizeMore than can be seen with naked eyesWorried about what ghouls might beAfter death’s last-breath tragedyWe keep our eyes on what is nextAnd all the riddles that do connectCaught in our … Continue reading

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A Gathering of Understanding

In honor of the International Day of the World’s Indigenous PeoplesA Gathering of Understandingby Michael DoyleThe time has come for the Red Nations to riseAgain, and bring healing before the world’s eyesWith promised blessings that will cure the separationsBy and … Continue reading

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Autumn Seen Starkly

Autumn Seen Starklyby Michael DoyleOctober 2nd and the days are wearing thinI suppose it is true that Winter is coming againThis, then, is the truth of Autumn seen starklyAs the days grow shorter and are seen darklyPoetry captures violent moments … Continue reading

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The Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Our Memories Are Card Indexes Consulted and Then Returned In Disorder By Authorities Whom We Do Not Control

“Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.” – Cyril Connolly, critic and editor (10 Sep 1903-1974)

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Wind River

Wind Riverby Michael DoyleThe honest man finds solaceIn nature’s imperfectionsKnowing that nothing is flawlessHowever far man looks in any directionIn this lies the true beautyFelt as if compelled by dutyWith each passing year in successionMother Nature teaches her lessonsAs a … Continue reading

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A Pirate Sings In Heaven Tonight

A Pirate Sings In Heaven Tonightby Michael DoyleWasted away again in MargaritavilleYour three-chord songs really fit the billYou got the beach life just rightHitting all the beauties and highlightsAnd there’s a pirate singing in Heaven tonightA pirate saw forty, thirty-five … 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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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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