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A Photographic Means

A Photographic Means(Dedicated to Berenice Abbott)To widen our knowledgeOf a world seen through camera’s eyeIt’s truly something to acknowledgeAn acquaintance of truth that will not dieThough it does sometimes fadeawayIn the meantime, it teaches us of todayThere’s an education in … Continue reading →

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Lessons From Tristan and Isolde

Lessons From Tristan and Isoldeby Michael DoyleLove has been the subject of great mysteryThroughout all of mankind’s fabled historySometimes life’s lessons have become legendaryFrom Shakespeare to the Athenian tragedyIt’s true what a thing it is, this fine messThat mortals confess … Continue reading →

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Art In A Drop

Art In A Dropby Pure Love & Michael Romani Art it seems is everywhereThat a soul is laid bareLike a whisper heard in an eavesdropIs the art found inside a drop A bit of oil in water swirledBecomes a vibrant … Continue reading →

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With the Heart of A Lion

With the Heart of A Lionby Michael DoyleWith the heart of a lionIt’s past the fire wellThat we riseWith nowhere to hideThe hourglass and the landslideCreep up find us cryin’In a second crusade of hopeWe cling at the end of … Continue reading →

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The End of Everything

The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading →

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Beginning and Ending With the Heart

Beginning and Ending With the Heartby Michael DoyleThere are more thingsWe agree onThan we disagree onThere are more common groundsThan causes for pugilistic roundsIf we only address these simplyCatholic or Protestant in IrelandTwo rooms in God’s good mansionThat need to … Continue reading →

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Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heart

Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heartby Michael DoyleThis one has me in tears before I even startWatching torn as a teenage girl’s heartThe princess who loved me like her biggest heroYells at me and treats me as less than zeroOnly … Continue reading →

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The Devil Tempts

The Devil Temptsby Michael DoyleThe Devil tempts an overplayed handSomething that even kings understandThere is merit in finding humiliationIt leads us to patience and tolerationEach a step toward our maturationAs we learn to live lives of moderationSomehow…between our grief and … Continue reading →

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As If Nothing Else Matters

As If Nothing Else Mattersby Michael DoyleHow do you protect Russian speakersBy bombing them into oblivion?Mix up that experiment in your beakerYou say you’re doing this as a guardian?Returning to the homeland of the RusWhile treating the natives as if … Continue reading →

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The Knife Slipped In

The Knife Slipped In by Michael DoyleWith the surrender of human freedomThe therapeutic class becomes a fiefdomEach criminal a victim of circumstanceSimply put they have become marionettes of happenstanceThose meant to help come to equally defendWith the incomes and career … Continue reading →

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