Tag Archives: Regret

In the Heat of August

In the Heat of Augustby Michael DoyleRising temperatures affect the moodWith noisy insects seeming to intrudeSome live to complain line after lineBut I think instead, I’ll make August mineEven a poet or two finds it a povertyThat they cannot enjoy … Continue reading

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Returned To the Sea

Returned To the Seaby Michael DoyleAt the ends of bargains madeStormy seas leave reason to be afraidWondering where it is that one standsAnd if a day is as profitable as it demandsProfits are calculated as life’s rewardAs a new bay … Continue reading

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The Secret Woes of Regret

The Secret Woes of Regretby Michael DoyleKept silence about better daysAre still remembered for the better waysWe once so happily lived inBefore the days of blood and drunken sinsWe clean the ship’s hull on the beachTo gain that extra knot … Continue reading

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Disciples By Grace

Disciples By Graceby Michael DoyleJesus allows us to questionAccepting this without hesitationThough He was given all authorityHe charges His disciples authenticallyTo go and spread the good newsWhile allowing differing viewsThere was room for strategies and doubtWhile spreading the good news … Continue reading

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Grace In Simplicity

Grace In Simplicityby Michael DoyleDespite apparent claims to the contraryFollowing science can be quite extraordinarySince Higgs Boson has taken its authorityNew laws have provided new grace in all simplicityThe last 100 years began as an invitationTo which there wasn’t an … Continue reading

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Totality and Doom

Totality and Doomby Michael DoyleYesterday, the moon blotted out the sunIn the same way, it has frequently doneThe people traveled from miles aroundHoping they would see something to astoundTheir weary minds at least for a little whileSome came to be … Continue reading

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Mean Streaks and Misgivings

Mean Streaks and Misgivingsby Michael DoyleWhen the Colt has turned to rustAnd all that’s left is to swallow the dustThe desert plays tricks on a man’s mindAs he looks over his shoulder at what’s left behindWar is war and won’t … Continue reading

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Grief and Memory

Grief and Memoryby Michael DoyleAdmittedly, I have never really been oneTo follow the lives of those holding celebrityFor the most part, when it’s all said and doneI’ve had even less time for British royaltyBut the turn of news imparted quite … Continue reading

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To Walk Like Job

To Walk Like Jobby Michael DoyleThere is nothing so much as we regretAs to have not leaned in toward the netFending off against all intimidationAnd fighting back with concentrationWe see the proof in the documentationBut not so much in its … Continue reading

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A Huntington Beach Memory

A Huntington Beach Memoryby Michael DoyleThe sand in my shoesHolds a Midas shadowOver time passages and windowsOf all these memories and bluesMy eyes rise to the timeless skiesWhen certain songs on the radio playThis, then, is no real disguiseFor the … Continue reading

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