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Denunciation (of Joseph Brodsky)

Denunciation (Of Joseph Brodsky)by Michael DoyleNo longer the young poet, but grown olderHe remained the lyric voice of his generationA social parasite who lived ever bolderAs an involuntary exile held in venerationTold he was pornographic and destroyed by an anxietyNot … Continue reading

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An Appetite For Destruction

An Appetite For Destructionby Michael DoyleI awoke with a startled coughWondering how it was, I drifted offThe Mad Hatter’s world is no longer pretenseAs I awoke to a world of nonsenseThere were poets denying use of rhymeAs though that were … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Old Poets Little Knew What Comfort They Could Be To A Man

“The old poets little knew what comfort they could be to a man.” -Sarah Orne Jewett, poet and novelist (3 Sep 1849-1909)

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The Having of Something To Say

What makes a poet? The Having Something To Say by Michael Doyle Sitting here in the middle of a think Mentally stumbling slipping toward brink Wondering what it is that makes a poet Certainly certain that I don’t know it … Continue reading

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Robot Poet Haiku

Though not traditional, it seems about timely, doesn’t it? Robert Poet Haiku by Michael Doyle Thunder words abound In solid walls of stacked sound Robots write haiku Transliteration Machine language without rhyme Bites of the informed They call it not … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: At the Touch of Love, Everyone Becomes A Poet

“At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.” – Plato      

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A Life In Size

The saga of Dracula continues: A Life In Size by Michael Doyle In the dark castle hangs her face A painting of the sunlight he once embraced Hidden within were passages of a maze Guarded from the sun that continues … Continue reading

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Holding Hands With the Sun

Falling in love with art is an intimate construction within ourselves expressed both outwardly and inwardly. Holding Hands With the Sun by Michael Doyle An experience of the narrative Doodles swirled in declarative Filling out the feels An imaginative look … Continue reading

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The Wolf Knows Its Howl

Enforced surveillance and censorship of the creative mind, particularly by oppressive government is nothing short of a crime against humanity. The Wolf Knows Its Howl by Michael Doyle When a writer must be brave To memorize just to save The … Continue reading

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Laurel Canyon Vibe

The 60s Los Angeles music scene was a very special time.  I would love to have been there to seen all that talent in one place. https://flic.kr/p/vD253D Laurel Canyon Vibe by Michael Doyle There was an avalanche of sound That … Continue reading

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