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A Thinking Plague

A Thinking Plagueby Michael DoylePeeped at through the window my mind’s eyeIt seems to philosophize is to learn to dieThere is to every life an adversary named deathOne that we must fight until our last breathFruitful in our play had … Continue reading

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Thoughts On “It’s A Wonderful Life”

Thoughts On “It’s A Wonderful Life”by Michael Doyle”It’s A Wonderful Life” is a different warMy kind of film and at times a lot moreThe critics can snark their hatred of platitudeOr maybe learn a thing or two about gratitudeThere is … Continue reading

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A Tale of Two Kings

A Tale of Two Kingsby Michael DoyleWatching as our days unfoldInto the stories yet untoldLife is a gift for us to liveIn taking less than we have to giveLet’s not let the Grinch steal ChristmasNo snarling sneer will stop this … Continue reading

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She Says…

She Says…by Michael DoyleAll the ugly truthsThat have tried to push her backHave tripped her up, since her youthUntil grace gave her all she might lackThoughts of how abundance increasesGave her the hope to move on pastIn her story filled … Continue reading

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The Clock Keeps Ticking

The Clock Keeps Tickingby Michael DoyleFrom that pristine sense of momentWhen we come out of the wombThe clock starts tickingWith all its joy and tormentWe become the life in the roomMaking things happen through our kickingIt is in building the … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray VI: Tethered Leashes

Reflections On Dorian Gray VI: Tethered Leashesby Michael DoyleA slit-throat bloodied scarf knows its sacrilegeAs Dorian’s portrait holds his stains like privilegeHiding what’s done in the waters by the river bankIt offers little good to say about position and rankUntil … Continue reading

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Wall of Ego

Wall of Egoby Michael DoyleSelf righteous PhariseesAre often truth’s worst enemiesIn looking down on others, you miss the skiesSelf-deceived by our prideful, lying eyesMissing the mark of God, in favor of meBelieving myself the pilot of my lifeI mistake my … Continue reading

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I, Noelle

I, Noelleby Michael DoyleGrowing up there was nothing as pleasantAs waiting on Christmas Eve for presentsHe was like a lamb to metaphorical slaughterAs I snuck up on my Santa Claus fatherAs his daughter, there was much prideExcept for the part … Continue reading

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A Christmas Heart

A Christmas Heartby Michael DoyleOn a forge borne of magicThe Star of Bethlehem Can be harnessed with loveA Christmas heart wipes away the tragicOnly in the way an elf understandsLed as these are from up aboveWhen times are getting hardAnd … 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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