Tag Archives: Small Town

It Feasts On Fear

It Feasts On Fearby Michael DoyleI.Watch for signs of corruption in the morning,In all the troubles that come without warning.American Sign Language signals the meaningOf all the challenges for us human beings.Small towns brush life with their mercy,Sipping whiskey from … Continue reading

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If We Never Said Hello

If We Never Said Helloby Michael DoyleMeet me where the sun setsI’ve never loved as much as I will, yetMeet me where our road endsAnd be my lifetime friendTell me all your secretsLet’s live a love of no regretsIn a … Continue reading

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A Little Bit Country

A Little Bit Countryby Michael DoyleRolling down the back roadGoing places, I’ve been toldHold to the roots of this nationBeyond the small towns lay my destinationMom-and-pop stores dotting the placesFinding myself in these pleasant tracesI found myself looking easy halfway … Continue reading

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Through the Years

Through the Yearsby Michael DoyleAlive somewhere in all my ADHDI sometimes walk right into meWhen I do, in times like thisI find there isn’t much to missI have always tried to be my bestStretching myself to meet my testsHead-on collisions … Continue reading

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Raised Small Town

Raised Small Townby Michael DoyleI was raised all around this world, you seeBelieving in America and our cherished libertyWherever it was that my family might be foundWe stood up straight and chased truth aroundUntil we caught it by its length … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Protest Songs Have Long Played A Critical Part of Our Political Dialogue, From “Yankee Doodle Dandy” to “War”

“Protest songs have long played a critical part of our political dialogue, from ‘Yankee Doodle Dandy’ to ‘War.’ This controversy only helps highlight how the corporate effort to control what people hear or consume is backfiring.” – Jonathan Turley As … Continue reading

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But Not Today

Yesterday, my driver’s side back wheel got sabotaged and blew out while on the highway.   Probably just a freak accident, right?  Anyhow.. a poem came from this.  Surprise, right? Spoiler alert, I found out once again about the goodness in … Continue reading

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Ohio River Driven

Poem based on Part I of a scenic drive taken along the Indiana towns along the Ohio River.  Part II will be today, probably. 🙂 Ohio River Driven by Michael Doyle Two hour drive to catch a bit of history … Continue reading

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Dr. Seuss With No Excuse

Two weeks in aka Day 14 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020 and the challenge prompt today is: “to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise). Specifically, I challenge you today to write a poem that deals with the … Continue reading

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Snowfall On A Small Town

Is it just me, or, when you drive through falling snow, does it feel sometimes like you’re in a magical sort of snow globe and just hope no one shakes you awake? Snowfall On a Small Town by Michael Romani … Continue reading

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