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Truth In Lies: Lizzie Borden I

Truth In Lies: Lizzie Borden Iby MichaelDoyleThe worst kind of monsterHides just beneath the norm.To the untrained eye,It’s a very human form.They feel benign and harmless,Even if, just a bit charmless.Until the curtain pulls backAnd all hope turns to sheer … Continue reading →

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Monsters Under Our Bed

Monsters Under Our Bedby Michael DoyleThe dubious detectiveWas a memory of the collective.Searching through the nightFor even one illuminating light.In the face of the living dead,The crowd screams its dread.There are no real answers to be found,No matter how fast … Continue reading →

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What One Bullet Can Do

What One Bullet Can Doby MichaelIt’s funny,What one bullet can do,Taking away peace…As it stunned me.Watching time run out for youAnd taking from me, my peace.Replacing peace with strife,Removing what had been bliss.What’s left is a gaping hole.It should have … Continue reading →

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Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creature

Science Fiction and Frankenstein’s Creatureby Michael DoyleThough literary snobs can find it less than delectableScience Fiction has grown up as quiet respectableSnobbery has ever been fashionable even at HalloweenStill science fiction’s limitations certainly don’t meanThat there is nothing really scary … Continue reading →

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Nuclear Winter Hues

To those who guessed, this Halloween’s poetry theme for me is the monster that lays within far too much of humanity. Nuclear Winter Huesby Michael DoyleNuclear WinterBegins to splinterWith daylight undefinedTricks begin to play on the mindAnother day off the … Continue reading →

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Left Behind

Left Behindby Michael DoyleThere is a coziness to all our liesWhispers the darkness in this monster’s eyesThere is peace in settling the scoreVengeance knows the warmth of its pourLike a blended whiskey that burns down slowSo is our lack of … Continue reading →

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The Rejected Man Stumbles

The Rejected Man Stumblesby Michael DoyleThe rejected man stumbles back into the darknessFilled as he has become by this life’s harshnessHe had been helpful and knowledgeable in his waysAnd though ill-tempered, he was useful in his daysScience, too, is useful … Continue reading →

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading →

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Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealed

Reflections on Dorian Gray V: Immortality Revealedby Michael DoyleArt imitates life as life imitates artMasquerading in the wantonness of the heartIt’s a fearful discovery of the monster withinThat while we don’t understand, causes us to sinActing in the the brazen … Continue reading →

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