Tag Archives: Memory

A Lament for Michael the Archangel

A Lament of Michael,the Archangelby Michael Doyle The day after celebrating the birth of a daughterI return again to the celebration of the FatherRevisiting instruction in the ways of the kingdomAnd a memory of the better man that I’ve become … Continue reading

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Blown Smoke

Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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The Maze (Inside Our Minds)

The Maze (Inside Our Minds)by Michael DoyleConsciousness is who we areEqually near as it is farPast every bit of memoryRather in sadness or reveriePast the loops of improvisationThat edges us toward our creationTeetering there on the edges of madnessAre the … Continue reading

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Under Lock and Key

Under Lock and Keyby Michael DoyleUnder lock and keyIs where I keep meHidden away so no one can seeThere in arcs of memoryShadowboxing with myselfThrough all the volumes on the shelfThere really isn’t much mysteryWhen we’re talking self historyRecollections that … Continue reading

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There’s Maybe Nothing Better

There’s Maybe Nothing Betterby Michael DoyleThere is maybe nothingThat could be any betterHowever bright or gloomyThe day has turned the weatherThan spending this Sunday afternoonWatching dreams with my daughtersHearts overflowing with joy soonWatching Rudolph with their fatherThere’s nothing like a … Continue reading

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Thoughts On Dorian Gray

Thoughts On Dorian Grayby Michael DoyleTextured as it is in prescienceAre those things outside of scienceAmong these is the legend of Dorian GrayOf which there is much yet to sayImages that stick through flesh like a knifeSliced cleanly through the … Continue reading

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Thrown Away

word prompt is Away Thrown Awayby Michael Doyle Times like these are seasonableWhen life itself feels unreasonableWhat I had wanted to be for the betterSomehow fell apart when together Now it seems taking life day by dayAlone with the feelings … Continue reading

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Waters Felt As Wild

Waters Felt As Wildby Michael DoyleLooking to the commons differentlyWe sip at the waters reverentlyWith willows and elms along the banksAs a praying man, I stop to give thanksNo matter how much we pollute the watersTheir resilience slips back dreamilyAs … Continue reading

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In the Bard’s Memory

In the Bard’s Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is something in elevated speechThat touches the depths of our soulsKeeping these words close within reachIs truly something worthy to extolIt’s something far greater than fallacyTo believe that words and phrases hold powerI say … Continue reading

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