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Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discord

Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discordby Michael DoyleThe disappointmentWas of an inevitabilityAfter all, to err is humanity’s Greatest capabilityVery few are hard wiredInto our grand designWe don’t stand a prayerIn the face of the divineEven the hand of the creatorIs open … Continue reading

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The Magic of Hope, Part I

The Magic of Hope, Part Iby Michael DoyleIn all of the hustled hassleOf a snow-blanketed sense of seasonLife is oft lived like an air-castleFilled with whimsy decorated with reasonA good Christmas is worked uponAnd not just a state-of-mindJust as soon … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seams

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seamsby Michael DoyleThere on that snow fallen black of nightIn an alley filled with guilt’s blightDorian fears the tell of tongue wagged taleThat pursues him to the gates of HellThere are dreadful things … Continue reading

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Lessons From A Foggy Eve

Lessons From A Foggy Eveby Michael DoyleI.Up at the old North PoleThere’s an awful lot of snowThere’s something to this time of yearA time of hope and peace and good cheerThat is except for that yearOf the big snow that … Continue reading

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Pressure Put On Coal

Pressure Put On Coalby Michael DoyleLike a herd of deer comes crashing inFalling like a gift from the skyFalling like snowflakes as it’s Christmas againAnd the angels sing their hallelujah replySnow clouds form again and yet there is no snowStill, … Continue reading

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In Gratitude For Santa’s Spirit

In Gratitude For Santa’s Spiritby Michael Doyle”Dear Santa”, that’s how it all beganSealed with love as only a child canWhat he wanted most of all was familyThat and a meaningful Christmas treeHe grew up endlessly chasing a little cheerIn the … Continue reading

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The Death Head of Night

The Death Head of Nightby Michael DoyleThere in the darkest of the 20th CenturyWere pages to learn from in our historySuch evil as was darker than the nightWhere our traditions still bring us lightNo matter what the king tells usTruth … Continue reading

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The Colors of Intensity

Self isolation is proving interesting.  Continuing in thoughts on photography and the capture of light in general…. The Colors of Intensity by Michael Doyle From the blues of a snowy day To the reds of sunsets along the way Subject … Continue reading

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Wild Romania

It’s the second day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020!   The prompt today is: “to write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office. Try to incorporate concrete details, like street names, distances (“three … Continue reading

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A Victorian Legacy

Have you ever read all of the Dickens works?  I know most of us are familiar with A Christmas Carol, David Copperfield and perhaps a few more.  But, what a time and age to live through with all of its … Continue reading

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