Tag Archives: Thrill

Fully Present In the Past

Fully Present In the Pastby Michael DoyleRage bait and other angry fillsHave long ceased being thrills.No one has asked for my tainted advice,But I think it’s long past time to offer mine.Let’s not be rattled by our every whim.Instead, let’s … Continue reading

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Ed Gein’s Mind

Ed Gein’s Mindby Michael DoyleThis time of year, with all of its chillsHas taught us, along with all the thrillsThat the worst monster is the human one.Among the animals, we are who kill for fun.Post-World War II saw a rising … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Do Not Think There Is Any Thrill That Can Go Through the Human Heart Like That Felt By The Inventor As He Sees Some Creation of the Brain Unfolding To Success

“I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success… Such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, … Continue reading

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The Click Inside the Moment

The Click Inside the Momentby Michael DoyleStrangers showboating the skillsProbably don’t have the thrillsThey talk about so profuselyThese things shouldn’t be said looselyStill, we come into the roomWith exploding feelings that loomAnd I know that your pros outweigh your consUntil … Continue reading

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First Kiss

First Kissby Michael DoyleRemembering back on the magicFound waiting for the first kissThat led to heartbreak, something tragicBut that moment felt like blissThat moment, for the moment, felt like blissThing back on the magicFound in waiting for the first touchThat … Continue reading

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Stirred Up In Recipe

Stirred Up In Recipeby Michael DoyleIt is hard to be ecstaticAbout a man who acts erraticNor is there a thrill in Bernie’s weekendThat gives anyone a reason to pretendThat we have any reason left to be reverentAbout just choosing something … Continue reading

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A Little Time To Kill

A Little Time To Killby Michael DoyleShe had a little time to killAmong other thingsHe had a need for a big game thrillAnd to find out what tomorrow bringsWith a single shot, she found whatShe was looking for and it … Continue reading

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In His Blessing

In His Blessingby Michael DoyleKnowing the path of GodAnd finding in it stillnessIn times, it is so oddThere is a thrill in thisWalking from the darkness into lightInto the daylight from the nightWatching every move madeMy strength of faith will … Continue reading

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On An Ancient Pathway

Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020!  30 days of poetry.  Congratulations to my traveling companions through this journey who stuck with all of this.   They tell me it’s really something to write 30 days of poems.  I … Continue reading

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Tilting Mental Windmills

On bad days, I awake wondering if maybe Don Quixote wasn’t on to something in his belief of pursuing impossible dreams.  Other days, I dare to dream these. Tilting Mental Windmills by Michael Romani Captured frames from your window Map … Continue reading

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