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Funny How Time Slips Away

Funny How Time Slips Awayby Michael DoyleI was thinking just the other dayIsn’t it funny how time slips away?Somewhere between country and rockThere’s need for living by straight talkLife has its beats and tribulationsTimes of sadness and of jubilationsIndulging in … Continue reading

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Stormfront Awakening

Stormfront Awakeningby Michael DoyleLooking around with any sense of credibilityIt would be the rare bird that had the abilityTo credibly claim with any sense of the plausibleThat politically awakening was something avoidableAll around the stormfront threatens from all sidesThe turning … Continue reading

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Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)

Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)by Michael DoyleShe was born a New England girlWith dreams of her own and the leaves in a whirlEvery fall, she knew comfort in her seasonAnd he knew that she made sense beyond … Continue reading

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Dreams and Voices

Dreams and Voicesby Michael DoyleThe real truth revealed in the nightRevels in its parts brought to lightEven those that sear and hurtBringing the mind in focus, fully alertPretending to give an ounce of careAbout all the divisiveness laid bareIt is … Continue reading

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First Principles: Hide Not Your Talents, They For Use Were Made, What’s A Sundial In the Shade

“Hide not your talents, they for use were made,What’s a sundial in the shade?”– Benjamin Franklin

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Na/GloPoWriMo Day 1: Distorted Images

Na/GloPoWriMo* Day 1: Distorted Imagesby Michael DoyleI’ve learned in lifeTo keep each distortionThat brings me strifeIn their due proportionSeeing as clear as possibleDoing what I can to be capableTo do away with what’s improbableAnd live my best life as inescapableLooking … Continue reading

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In the Providence of Seneca

In the Providence of Senecaby Michael DoyleIn the age of ancient tyrannyWhen Rome had lost its libertyEven a good man might compromiseFor the partial good seen in his eyesThough at times, it took its tollTo hide his better angels in … Continue reading

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Guess It Goes Without Saying

A poem from a free verse workshop that I am attending tonight: Guess It Goes Without Saying by Michael Doyle I guess it goes without saying In this crazy life we’re playing That You can’t have the light Without the … Continue reading

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A Haunting Place

Ghosts don’t require ancient castles or haunted Victorian homes.  Sometimes the most haunting place is alone inside a person’s mind. A Haunting Place by Michael Doyle Inside my mind is a haunting place Filled with missed memories I wish to … Continue reading

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Leaving Yesterdays Behind

What matters profit if it has cost your soul? Leaving Yesterdays Behind by Michael Doyle What it is that seems fit Is often enough a matter Devoted entirely to profit All other arguments shatter The implication is clear That neither … Continue reading

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