Tag Archives: Regret

Imaginary Friend

Imaginary Friendby Michael DoyleIn the eternal sense of voiceThat I believed was a choiceA deviance disguised as free willIs but an illusion and was never realI made up my imaginary friendThat one on whom I could dependTelling myself faith was … Continue reading

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Pretender or Contender

Pretender or Contenderby Michael DoyleDrawing on song lyrics in my dayMakes life special in its own wayThe singer is my daughter, and she’s on fireAs legends are made to grow and conspireA life led in three-part inspirationWe all know the … Continue reading

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On Behalf of the Uyghurs

On Behalf of the Uyghursby Michael DoyleGive me the whole of your sentence And I will still my will and serveGive me the entirety of your pretenseTell me what it is that I deserveAnd I will still write my poetryNever … Continue reading

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First Principles: Wondrously Strange Then and Much To Be Regretted…Were We To Neglect the Means and To Depart From the Road Which Providence Has Pointed Us To So Plainly

“No country upon earth ever had it more in its power to attain these blessings than United America. Wondrously strange, then, and much to be regretted indeed would it be, were we to neglect the means and to depart from … Continue reading

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For Sierra At Age Thirteen

For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading

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Among the First Casualties

Among the First Casualtiesby Michael DoyleAmong the first casualties of warIs the promise that love will live onAnd if something goes wrong, lovers will love moreThe white heat of passion burns until it’s goneA touch, a line, a singular traceA … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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Back In ’81

Back In ’81by Michael DoyleDo you rememberBack in ’81It had all been doneLighting our bootsWith low grade gasolineTo ignite the sparkAnd let it burnThe show is the showWith jagged rhythmsAnd the leads that flowWe didn’t knowDidn’t knowGot to let it … Continue reading

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To Lean Out of Wandering

To Lean Out of Wanderingby Michael DoyleLiving out the days of my back fortyKnowing that the end may come shortlyLike Moses, I lift my hands in prayerLiving a moment of taking proper careHaving learned to number my precious daysI long … Continue reading

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The Magic of Hope, Part I

The Magic of Hope, Part Iby Michael DoyleIn all of the hustled hassleOf a snow-blanketed sense of seasonLife is oft lived like an air-castleFilled with whimsy decorated with reasonA good Christmas is worked uponAnd not just a state-of-mindJust as soon … Continue reading

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