Tag Archives: Poetry

Facing Fear Toward Tomorrow

A review of race history in America is a mix of hope and of fear; rights and wrongs; in short and in truth a mixed story.  Today, we confront that which was wrong.  Still, we should do so not in … Continue reading

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Streets Ahead

Life is a confined period of time.  Who knows truly what’s next.  Even if you believe in the God of the Bible, you find that there is disagreement as to how after life happens.  With this in mind, I thought … Continue reading

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The Temptation of Wanting Another’s Share

Based in part on Exodus 20:17: The Temptation of Wanting Another’s Share by Michael Doyle It’s hard to be content in comparison Always measuring yourself on what is done By others when your race is your own Only to be … Continue reading

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On Attempting To Be A Good Father

As Father’s Day approaches, I am thinking a lot on what it means to be a father to my two daughters.  I am woefully aware that as they approach their teenage years, there are things I might have said and … Continue reading

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To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday

I can only wish, right?  We can only wish?  Well.. maybe some wishes do come true? To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday by Michael Doyle A held tongue leaves time to think Observing those things to be observed These often … Continue reading

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All Life Is Sacred

Perhaps  I repeat myself in saying that elevating one skin tone or sex over another is as wrong as having the first offense kept in place.  Love and respect for each other is what is needed.  All lives are sacred. … Continue reading

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She Seemed Familiar

The challenge was to write a poem similar to a haiku that had an element of irony.   What in life these days is not ironic? She Seemed Familiar by Michael Doyle She seemed familiar Until we started talking We … Continue reading

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To London, Across the Sea

A further retelling of Dracula in poetic form: To London, Across the Sea by Michael Doyle In a tested game of chess A knight is menacing a queen The losing side will confess What this really means A voyage has … 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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Slow Like A Mule

Blues and fusion offers it’s own kick of long solos filled with hot licks.  But in all of this, there is that groove and it punches slow like a mule.  No one threw those punches better than Betty Davis. Slow … Continue reading

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