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Dollar Rich (Soul Poor)

Dollar Rich (Soul Poor)by Michael DoyleYou can live life on the stealthHaving unbounded amounts of wealthAnd if you have no one to live forYou may be dollar rich, but you’re still poorYou can own precious gems and artThings that some … Continue reading

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Another New Song Sung

Another New Song Sungby Michael Doyle The troubled midnight and the moon’s repose                      (La figlia Che Piange – T. S. Elliot)Made me think of song I’ve yet to composeToo many … Continue reading

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New Beginning Off Of An Old Ending

There is a tradition at the Short Form Poetry Workshop to work a couple of new poems from the end of famous older poems. This is one of the two written last night: New Beginning Off of An Old Endingby … Continue reading

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A Thinking Plague

A Thinking Plagueby Michael DoylePeeped at through the window my mind’s eyeIt seems to philosophize is to learn to dieThere is to every life an adversary named deathOne that we must fight until our last breathFruitful in our play had … Continue reading

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Thoughts On “It’s A Wonderful Life”

Thoughts On “It’s A Wonderful Life”by Michael Doyle”It’s A Wonderful Life” is a different warMy kind of film and at times a lot moreThe critics can snark their hatred of platitudeOr maybe learn a thing or two about gratitudeThere is … Continue reading

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Self Awareness Penned In Resurrection

Self Awareness Penned In Resurrectionby Michael DoyleA dull cubicle’s existence jabsLeaving the feel of bruising hopelessnessPondering the future’s uncertaintyLife’s lemons squeezed with a twist of darknessIt’s an endlessly looped sense of stuckTrapped inside a mental simulationWith crushing inertia’s dominant luckSetting … Continue reading

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What About Joseph?

What About Joseph?by Michael DoyleFollowing the Lord God means obedienceBut when push comes to shove, she grew in diligenceWhile Joseph played out his part unsungHolding his head upright and not hungTrusting in God even when it was hardWilling to keep … Continue reading

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Even the Mother of God

Even the Mother of Godby Michael DoyleEven the mother of God was humanTaking her steps best that she canWhen she became chosen with careThis world’s savior to carry and bearGabriel appeared in dead of the nightTelling her the truth and … Continue reading

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There’s Maybe Nothing Better

There’s Maybe Nothing Betterby Michael DoyleThere is maybe nothingThat could be any betterHowever bright or gloomyThe day has turned the weatherThan spending this Sunday afternoonWatching dreams with my daughtersHearts overflowing with joy soonWatching Rudolph with their fatherThere’s nothing like a … Continue reading

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With Contented Sigh

With Contented Sighby Michael DoyleNo matter how muchOf this world, Atlas carriesOn his tired old backIt’s the writer’s touchThat moves or buriesThe feelings we too often lackTurning it on, page after pageConveying the feelings we want to sayHinted at or … Continue reading

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