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The Death Head of Night

The Death Head of Nightby Michael DoyleThere in the darkest of the 20th CenturyWere pages to learn from in our historySuch evil as was darker than the nightWhere our traditions still bring us lightNo matter what the king tells usTruth … Continue reading

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A Birthday Week

A Birthday Weekby Michael DoyleSolid as it is with just a look2020 was a hard one for the history booksBut, as those pages have turnedThere was one thing that I have learnedMy love was born a Libra on her scaleAnd … Continue reading

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Climbing the Relationship Ladder

Climbing the Relationship Ladderby Michael DoyleWe say hello to initiateHoping that we might appreciateEnough at this first impressionThat it might lead to accessionPressing on simply to exploreCrossing that boundary to something moreWe work at reducing the uncertaintyThough certainly there is … Continue reading

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In Your Silent Reply

Is silence really the best answer at times? I am not so certain of this. In Your Silent Reply by Michael Doyle Haunted by all the dreams Filled with the dramatic scenes Wondering what it is to find All the … Continue reading

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Into the Open Door

What if we could finally stop seeking and finally see? Into the Open Door by Michael Doyle If life were but a movie What would we really be But a story within the story That is all the glory Of … 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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Birth of Merlin

Which was your favorite?  King Arthur? Or, Merlin? Birth of Merlin by Michael Doyle In 480 AD, in Britain’s Dark Ages Arthur, Camelot and Merlin rode into its pages Shrouded in the fog of great mystery It’s half lost from … Continue reading

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The Dreamwork of Nightmares

In these dark times when it is so hard to be optimistic, can anyone be blamed for having nightmares?  But what then are these? The Dreamwork of Nightmares by Michael Doyle Even still as we grow and mature We find … Continue reading

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Dr. Seuss With No Excuse

Two weeks in aka Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020 and the challenge prompt today is: “to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise). Specifically, I challenge you today to write a poem that deals with the … Continue reading

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