Tag Archives: Queen

Boudica’s Cry For Freedom

Boudica’s Cry For Freedomby Michael DoyleIn a timeless sense that somehow conspires,A show of barbarians rising turned up to inspire.Telling stories about almost heartless empires,With moral convictions that are as hot as fire.A sharp whip cracked on Boudica’s royal skinAs … Continue reading

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Laughing At Life

Laughing At Lifeby Michael DoyleHere I am, sitting on the floor.I’m lost in numbers, collating the score.I’m not saying that I need it easy.But wish for once it would even up to please me.We’re laughing at all of life’s dramady,But … Continue reading

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Fiona’s Bee

Fiona’s Beeby Michael DoyleThere by the grace of April’s sleetWas a bumble bee at Fiona’s feetIt was good to start her morning pleasantlyCaught up in a childhood memoryHer father had taught her to pet them gentlyFiona did so then very … Continue reading

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With An Idea In View

With An Idea In Viewby Michael DoyleWith an idea in viewI wished for a dream come trueAnd hope replaced my heartacheThat came from my last mistakeTrying my best to figure it outTaking my best shot at what it’s aboutFinding it … Continue reading

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Echo of Love

Echo of Loveby Michael DoyleIn love, there’s no honorable mentionNor is it really a process of eliminationIt comes down to a concrete decisionAt least if you have the right intentionIf your head is really spinningIt might be that you’re finally … Continue reading

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Deep End Moments

Deep End Momentsby Michael DoyleThe deep end of the dating sceneIt can be or seem extremely shallowThat is, if you know what I meanIt’s, at best, the higher love’s shadowCan true love come without face-to-face?Or is that hoping for a … Continue reading

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With You As My Dream

With You As My Dreamby Michael DoyleOnce upon a time, there was a dreamAnd she shared her dreams with meTold me I was her king if she was my queenSeemed about right, my walking fantasyLike a fairy tale told in … Continue reading

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Red Hot Queen

Red Hot Queenby Michael DoyleShe would tell her kingOf her fanciful desire to ruleWhile she’d laughingly singAbout beaches and poolsAnd he would look in her eyesAnd without semblance of doubtHe would smile and realizeThat they might work it outSo long … 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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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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