Tag Archives: Self-Aware

Dancing Shoes

Dancing Shoesby Michael DoyleChristmas brings back faded memories,Mostly of how we love our family.The thing is that most of mine are dead,And still there is what needs to be said.I gather myself by the gravestone,Self-aware that I’m on my own.Thinking … Continue reading

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The Beginning of Wisdom

The Beginning of Wisdomby Michael DoyleIn the harvest of all that becomes the soulThere is so very little that is in our controlAsked if there was anything for me to declareHaunted chords hint that I am becoming self-awareLocked in the … Continue reading

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The Spin of the Win, …Again

The Spin of the Win, ..Againby Michael DoyleOh the spin, the spinThe spin masters spinTurning America’s lossInto some kind of winOh the spin, the spinThe spin masters spinTrying to turn what should be a lossInto a political winMistaking the wrong … Continue reading

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