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Land Hold

Land Holdby Michael DoyleThe land holds its historyThe heart has its mysteryHeld generations in a familyIt’s the passing of love steadilyFrom generation to generationThe way of society’s inclinationAs we simply pass it onResisting that it ever be tornBut kept instead … Continue reading

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Until My Eyes Close

Until My Eyes Closeby Michael DoyleThe other day, I was so tiredIt seemed my life was a tearAnd though the coffee kept me firedMy heart felt troubled and insincereLike I wished that I could find an exitFrom this highway, I … Continue reading

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God Revealed In the Smallest Details

God Revealed In the Smallest Detailsby Michael DoyleThe eyes might be the windows of the soulBut it’s the little things that elude controlWhere through the lenses of macrophotographyWe become consumed with our use of technologyIt all opens up a new … Continue reading

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On Attempting To Be A Good Father

As Father’s Day approaches, I am thinking a lot on what it means to be a father to my two daughters.  I am woefully aware that as they approach their teenage years, there are things I might have said and … 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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Gifts From the Heart

Day 20 of Na/GloPoWriMo, 2020!  2/3rds of the way through this year’s event.  The optional prompt is to “write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received“. Gifts From the Heart by Michael Doyle Since divorce … Continue reading

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In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head

The for the fourth day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020 is: “…to write a poem based on an image from a dream”.    … and so I did…. In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head by Michael Doyle The feeling comes … Continue reading

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