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A Dragon Born

A Dragon Bornby Michael DoyleIn the province of Henan, gungfu was bornTo rise to defeat China’s enemies as swornShaolin’s grace side by side with Tai Chi’s schoolBrought honor to their disciples’ ruleA battle head was one of strictly set contestFighting … Continue reading

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Struck On A Bridge To Nowhere

Struck On A Bridge To Nowhereby Michael DoyleI’m struck on a bridge to nowhereLooking for a bit of faithfulnessI’m stranded in an unfaithful worldChasing around the circles and nobody caresSuddenly seeing with sight for awarenessFeeling so completely fetaled and curledI’ve … Continue reading

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Halloween: Daughters of Salem

Daughters of Salemby Michael DoyleIn the misted realm of nightmaresBeyond the screens of our daily careThe daughters of Salem tossIn their graveyards of the crooked crossHidden tears masked by blood stainsThat cannot wash away with the cold rainsIs the fear … Continue reading

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Feelings Felt That Night

Poem Number 5 in the retelling of a classic story of a werewolf event in the life of an otherwise uneventful village: Feelings Felt That Night by Michael Doyle The feelings felt surpass right and wrong It is more a … Continue reading

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Blood Moon Rising

Poem 3 in a continuing series of retelling of a classic werewolf tale: Blood Moon Rising by Michael Doyle Torchlight flows and leads the way As the full moon comes to claim the day Are you braver than me, my … Continue reading

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Pinkerton Lawman

The Pinkertons became the crux of what became the Secret Service.  Their storied history is often looked these days. Pinkerton Lawman by Michael Doyle A snake isn’t hard to find In the what that’s left behind When you flip over … Continue reading

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Mathing the COVID-19 Curve

Day 7 of Na/GloPoWriMo!  The target objective? “…a poem based on a news article.” My subject today can be drawn on any number of articles plastered throughout our daily news periodicals to the point it cannot be escaped really.  But, … Continue reading

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In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head

The for the fourth day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020 is: “…to write a poem based on an image from a dream”.    … and so I did…. In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head by Michael Doyle The feeling comes … Continue reading

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Antebellum Blues

It’s true that there’s a lot more to the Southern side of the story than I’ll cover in this poem.  But, with respect to American history, I would be amiss if I failed to cover this. Antebellum Blues by Michael … Continue reading

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Crawled From the Crypt

Does anyone remember a very old television show, Dark Shadows?  When I was a kid, they tell me I would cut through the woods after school let out instead of taking the bus and run some 3.5 miles to catch … Continue reading

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