Tag Archives: Night

Planted Seed of Fear

Poem 4 in a series retelling a classic werewolf tale: Planted Seed of Fear by Michael Doyle Plant the seed The seed of fear As the blood moon rises Evil comes in its disguises The village wills to celebrate While … Continue reading

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Full Asking Price

Poem 2 in a series retelling a classic werewolf tale: Full Asking Price by Michael Doyle I know so little of what to believe As I sit here and quietly grieve We talk of counted blessings But most of these … Continue reading

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Don’t Talk To Strangers

First in a series of poems based on a retelling of the classic werewolf story, or is it… Don’t Talk To Strangers by Michael Doyle Mama said don’t talk to strangers You’re never out of danger When you live on … Continue reading

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From Darkness To Light

Spent an interesting day learning, seeking and then seeing and then simply being … Or maybe, it was more like several hours in 90+ degrees photographing left me more just taking it all in while conveniently clicking to take photos … Continue reading

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Indiana Back Hills

I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works.  It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination.  On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the … Continue reading

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Sure Hand of the Devil Dealt

The surest hand the Devil’s ever dealt is the deceit blotted out into the dark of night… Sure Hand of the Devil Dealt by Michael Doyle The bell tolls out into the black of night So little is seen in … Continue reading

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Back Chat of Eternal Insomnia

So many of us spend countless hours into the we hours of the night staving off the limited hours until the morning light.  Insomnia and its accompanying sleep exhaustion have claimed many of us and leading into less good than … Continue reading

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To London, Across the Sea

A further retelling of Dracula in poetic form: To London, Across the Sea by Michael Doyle In a tested game of chess A knight is menacing a queen The losing side will confess What this really means A voyage has … Continue reading

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The Mystery of Crow

Another inspired by the blues I listened to on my road trip today.   I have to say, while there are scenic road trip guides, this is the first time I’ve driven the beautiful country roads of Morgan and Monroe … Continue reading

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Slow Like A Mule

Blues and fusion offers it’s own kick of long solos filled with hot licks.  But in all of this, there is that groove and it punches slow like a mule.  No one threw those punches better than Betty Davis. Slow … Continue reading

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