Tag Archives: Poet

Thought For the Day: There Is Beauty In Discovery

Posted on April 23, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

“There is a beauty in discovery. There is mathematics in music, a kinship of science and poetry in the description of nature, and exquisite form in a molecule. Attempts to place different disciplines in different camps are revealed as artificial … Continue reading →

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As If From Nowhere

Posted on April 22, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

As If From Nowhereby Michael DoyleHorrific images arise as if from nowhereThe sort of created crucifixion of unspoken fearHounded by the talons of the furiesThat creep up very slowly and kill with a hurryBringing back the Temple of Apollo, At … Continue reading →

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In A Hermitage of Petrified Words

Posted on February 10, 2022 by alohapromisesforever

In A Hermitage of Petrified Wordsby Michael DoyleLike a forest well petrifiedBy minerals filling in for lifeA poet thinks in his hermitageDreaming about things to study onThere’s an abandonment of conjunctionWhen like Chomsky, language ceases to functionWe drift like lyrics … Continue reading →

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A Brodsky View of the Pandemic

Posted on January 16, 2022 by alohapromisesforever

A Brodsky View of the Pandemicby Michael DoyleShow trial advances without stayCharges pressed without any delayThe time arrives to dispense all playIn a fluke filled with fearsCame the nice as if to cheersThat would repeat themselves through yearsQuickly then comes … Continue reading →

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Denunciation (of Joseph Brodsky)

Posted on January 15, 2022 by alohapromisesforever

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

Posted on January 10, 2022 by alohapromisesforever

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

Posted on September 6, 2021 by alohapromisesforever

“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

Posted on June 6, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

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

Posted on June 1, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

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

Posted on May 17, 2020 by alohapromisesforever

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

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