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Let’s Rest Here A Little While

Let’s Rest Here A Little Whileby Michael DoyleLet’s rest here a little whileYour hands in mineYou give me reasons to smileAs my thoughts refineWhat it is I feel deep insideAs I look into those eyesTalking soft as we confideThe love … Continue reading

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Books Read Throughout Life

Books Read Throughout Lifeby Michael DoyleIn a repeated mantra of lifeIn all the things we have soughtThere is the truth reflectedIn lessons accidentally taughtIn this and all stages of lifeWe find it’s worth another lookTo sit and quietly curl upWith … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News

Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News by Michael DoyleSitting watching the evening news hourWatching the sun go down as night devoursI fell asleep to the bleat of the LED displayDisrupting a poem meant written yesterdayHaving missed my embossed invitationI make up … Continue reading

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Born In the Dawn

Tales of magic and the quests that invariably accompany these always tug at my soul. Born In the Dawn by Michael Doyle In the mists of time, there is a story Of the sword of power and it’s full glory … Continue reading

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Full Asking Price

Poem 2 in a series retelling a classic werewolf tale: Full Asking Price by Michael Doyle I know so little of what to believe As I sit here and quietly grieve We talk of counted blessings But most of these … Continue reading

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Shrunken Jesus

It’s a paradox really… Shrunken Jesus by Michael Doyle We trust as we say with our might Believing as we will in truth and light That Jesus has the power to save our souls Then in whispers we wonder at … Continue reading

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The Having of Something To Say

What makes a poet? The Having Something To Say by Michael Doyle Sitting here in the middle of a think Mentally stumbling slipping toward brink Wondering what it is that makes a poet Certainly certain that I don’t know it … Continue reading

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Dragged Into the Streets

Thinking a lot on education and civilization and why and how there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to how each is allegedly to work out.    Fairly serious stuff and yet how can a person not … Continue reading

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Fool’s Errand

Arguing with those we love is maybe sometimes natural.  But, it’s a fool’s errand.  There can be very little good in having to be right just to make the person you love somehow wrong.   Especially in the modern age, … Continue reading

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Collection Recollection

Day 19 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020 and the goal is a poem about a collection of whatever subject matter picked up along a walk.   After a myriad of ideas, good and possibly not so good, I have gone with being … Continue reading

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