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Nine Lives
Nine Livesby Michael DoyleIt wasn’t exactly love at first biteBut it took an encouraging inviteShe wanted a man who loved her brainAt long last, the search wasn’t in vainIt was a love affair made for a fewIt was time to … Continue reading
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Tagged After, Alive, Beliefs, Brain, Broken Hearts, Conscience, Disaster, Done, Door, Families, Fate, First Bite, Gone, Grain, Grief, Haiti, Hang On, Hell, Hope, Horde, Invite, Lies, Lives, Love, Love Affair, Love Is Blind, Meant, New Tomorrow, Nine Lives, Optimists, Poetry and Poems, Ripped Apart, Say, Science, Scientist, Secrets, Sense of Humor, Sorrow, Strong, Struggle, Sun, Teeth, Think On, Vain, Way, What For, World
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The Quiet Colors
The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Abandoned, Above Water, Aks, Bluff, Broken, Broken Cross, Call, Close, Confuse, Cross, Crucified, Damaged Control, Dead, Deep, Done, Drown, Father, Feel, From the Inside, Going On, Hang, Head, Hide, History, Inside, Job, Killing Me, Lonely, Look Into My Eyes, Mercy, Midnight Hour, Misery, No Longer Know Me, No Right To Complain, Nobody's Son, Nowhere to Hide, Overwhelm, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Pull, Pulled, Quiet Colors, Reach, Realize, Reminded, Rot, Satan, See, Soul, Sould, Stand, Strings, Strong Enough, Teeth, The Lord, Too Much, Tortured, Wrong
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First Principles: The Time To Guard Against Corruption and Tyranny, Is Before They Have Gotten Hold On Us
“The time to guard against corruption and tyranny, is before they shall have gotten hold on us. It is better to keep the wolf out of the fold, than to trust to drawing his teeth and talons after he shall … Continue reading
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Tagged Corruption, Enter, First Principles, Fold, Guard, Hold, Talons, Teeth, Thomas Jefferson, Time, Tyranny, Wolf
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On Being Indigenous In the 21st Century
On Being Indigenous In the 21st Centuryby Michael DoyleIn this world of the modern ageWhen most wish to appear a wise sageIt is pithy to posture and sayIn that pseudo-intellectual wayThat the indigenous follow Mother Nature’s wayThough if you were … Continue reading
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Tagged 21st Century, Amazonia, America, Ask Us, Blame, Boundaries, China, Coffee, Community, Continuity, Corrupt, Cultivation, Definition, Desire, Dignity, Distinguished, Diversity, DNA, Empires, Encode, Endure, Europe, Exclusion, Explanation, Extremes, Family, Finger Pointing, Flags, Forfeit, Grit, Havoc, Heads, History, Identity, Inclusion, Indigenous, Knowing, Language, Less, Limited, Marginalized, Modern Age, Modern Life, Modern World, Mother Nature, Native Tongues, New Nation, Peoples, Percaption, Photograph, Place, Poem, Poetry, Posture, Poverty, Power, Pseudo-Intellectual, Sage, Same, Save, Skill, Slash and Burn, Soul, Sovereignty, Stain, Strife, Surrender, Symbolic, Teeth, Thinking, Tribes, Vulnerability, Wise, World War Two
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A Dagger’s Breath
The last in the classic retelling of a classic werewolf tale: A Dagger’s Breath by Michael Doyle Everywhere the deceived heart searches for clues Bits of treachery displayed in all of its hues You can hide it all within a … Continue reading
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Tagged Ask, Aware, Banks, Bestial Pride, Big Eyes, Bitten, Blood Moon, Breath, Brutality, Chains, Christ, Clue, Complain, Confide, Courage, Cross, Curse, Dagger, Dagger's Breath, Darkness, Daughter, Deceived, Destiny, Devil's Daughter, Die, Ears, Errors, Father, Fears, Feel, Foggy, Goodbye, Hatred, Heart, Hero, Hide, Hues, Invincible, Lake, Lies, Loss, Love, Mask, Mortality, Nightmares, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Protect, Questions, Reins, Safe Passage, She, Sheer Terror, Silver, Simple, Slain, Soul Shake, Sunrise, Tale, Tears, Teeth, Treachery, Unholy, Vain, Veins, Verse, Want, Watch, Werewolf, Winter, Woken, Wolf
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A Response To Naysaying Pill Pushing Slashers and Gassers
Na/GloPoWriMo Day 8’s challenge is to use the slang and jargon of a profession. It sort of runs in opposition of my day to day job’s admonishment to avoid jargon in favor of the familiar.. but who am I to … Continue reading
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Tagged Acute Thespian Syndrome, Arrested Development, Belief, Circling the Drain, Denial, Direction, Discovery, Doctors, England, Envelopement, Gasser, Jargon, Medical, Mind Body Connection, Na/GloPoWriMo, Normal For Norfolk, Patient, Photograph, Pill Push, pnuemoencephalopathy, Poem, Poetry, Recovery, Slasher, Teeth
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WordPress – #Daily Prompt – Typical
It wasn’t going to be a typical day Something in the water told me right away Whole lot of teeth for just one smile Might be worse that a crocodile Thinking to myself, I better splash this away A quick … Continue reading
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