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Beneath the Skin

Beneath the Skinby Michael DoyleThere just beneath my skinAs simple as you pleaseIs the real me that beginsWith the will not to appeaseBut to be just who I am insideBehind my appearance, I hideDisguised by the roles I playIs the … Continue reading

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Fiery Cinders

Fiery Cindersby Michael DoyleHourglass sands spell tales of brutalityWhispering that most pirates keep their humanityThat is until they can only no longer see fitWhich mostly comes down to the matter of profitIn these moments, and when it’s a Hell of … Continue reading

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Dinkʼinesh

Dinkʼineshby Michael DoyleIn mankind’s efforts to stand uprightTurning from darkness toward the lightWe’ve contended a few bones along the wayJust enough really for the right to sayFrom tree dwelling to learning to walkOn two legs, we became positioned to talkChipped … Continue reading

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Returned To the Sea

Returned To the Seaby Michael DoyleAt the ends of bargains madeStormy seas leave reason to be afraidWondering where it is that one standsAnd if a day is as profitable as it demandsProfits are calculated as life’s rewardAs a new bay … Continue reading

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Life Under the Black Sail

Life Under the Black Sailby Michael DoyleUnder the black sailIt’s hard to trustBut if you’re to surviveYou find you really mustIn this world There is always doubtBut it’s never acknowledgedOr often talked aboutThis is a placeWhere among the plans conceivedAnd … Continue reading

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The Secret Woes of Regret

The Secret Woes of Regretby Michael DoyleKept silence about better daysAre still remembered for the better waysWe once so happily lived inBefore the days of blood and drunken sinsWe clean the ship’s hull on the beachTo gain that extra knot … Continue reading

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Turkey Run State Park

Turkey Run State Parkby Michael DoyleIndiana is prone to having a second winter appearAfter it seems the real winter has disappearedThis was the circumstance in February 2024When a snowfall came, inviting my family to exploreMy daughters and I loaded up … Continue reading

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Puer Aeternus

Puer Aeternusby Michael DoyleIt seems that from out of nowhere subtleThere’s an argument that has no rebuttalThat all of my desire for the highest riskHas passed my logic by walking tall and briskMy life had always been fairly straight and … Continue reading

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As If From Nowhere

As If From Nowhereby Michael DoyleHorrific images arise as if from nowhereThe sort of created crucifixion of unspoken fearHounded by the talons of the furiesThat creep up very slowly and kill with a hurryBringing back the Temple of Apollo, At … Continue reading

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Jack Frost (On the Window Pane)

Jack Frost (On the Window Pane)by Michael DoyleAnnually, we celebrate Groundhog’s DayHoping for winter’s passing and spring on the wayEvery year the reclusive groundhog and his shadowComes out to reveal which way it’s bound to goWith chestnuts roasting on that … Continue reading

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