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No Victim of My Circumstances
No Victim of My Circumstancesby Michael DoyleOn the mountains, in the sun raysIt’s your name that I praiseIn the green valley far belowIt is all your creation, and I knowSharing what I know of your graceThese are you living ways … Continue reading
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Tagged Blessings, Blood of Jesus Christ, Born, Cheer, Circumstances, Clear, Creation, Darkness, Days, Deeds, Embrace, Fear, Flow, Follow, Grace, Green Valley, Heart, Know, Lead, Light, Living Ways, Lord of My Life, Mountains, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Reins, Share, Source, Sun Rays, The God of Second Chances, Veins, Victim, Victory, World, Your Love, Your Name
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First Principles: We Have Salt In Our Blood, In Our Sweat, In Our Tears. We Are Tied To the Ocean.
“It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in … Continue reading
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Tagged America's Cup Dinner, Biological Fact, Blood, First Principles, Going Back, John F. Kennedy, Ocean, Sail, Salt, Same Percentage, Sea, Sweat, Tears, Tied, Veins, Watch
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Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cards
Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cardsby Michael DoyleMaybe it seems insistentTo be so persistentIn finding time an illusionWhile we all seek our absolutionOur veins beg for transfusionCued as it were by life’s confusionDespite being a fancy dancerAnd at moments, a romancerWe all … Continue reading
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Tagged Absolution, Agonized, Alarm, All of My Life, All That Is Left, Alone, Astride, Bring Any Good, Cancer, Cards, Charm, Chase Dreams, Cheap, Clearly, Confusion, Consigned, Cued, Days, Dime, Dirty Faces, Disarm, Easy, Endure, Fancy Dancer, Farms, Fate, Feeling, Find the Savior Last, Follow the Sun, Found the Cure, Future's Past, Grime, Hearts and Minds, Here We Are, Hold Tight, Illusion, In Our Heads, Inner Treason, Insistent, Its Confusion, Long Forgotten, Loved Or Love, Matter, Merciful, Moments, Mothers, Na/GloPoWriMo, Necromancer, Never Knowing, New, One More Time, Payphones, Persistent, Played Cards, Poetry and Poems, Proven Up, Quaint, Quietly, Reason, Remembered Sorrow, Rhyme, Rise Again, Romancer, Short, Silence, Sing, Somehow more, Something to Live For, Sound Out, Speak To Our Dead, Staring, Studied, Succumb, Talk, Them, Thoughts, Time, Tombstones, Tomorrow, Transfusion, Unpunished Crime, Utter, Veins, Verbal, We Might Find, What Have I done, What Would We Give, Wishes, Wishing, Worst Illusion, Yearly
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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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With the Turning of the Screw
Legend is replete of those who live and die by the sword, all in the name of honor and glory. It is a noble story. With the Turning of the Screw by Michael Doyle Bitterness born of grief The warrior … Continue reading
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Tagged Bitterness, Blood, Call, Command, Deep, Fate, Fight, Glory, Grief, Haste, Heritage, Home, Honor, Land, Late, Legend, Noble, Patronage, Penance, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Realm, Reclaim, Regain, Relief, Remain, Restoration, Revenge, Rule, Screw, Secret, Secure, Story, Sword, Taste, Tears, Turn, Veins, Warrior
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Rules of the Beast I
A sort of start at a poetic retelling of the classic Dracula tale: Rules of the Beast I by Michael Romani As the approach is made to castle There is fear amongst its vassals A crucifix is given in protection … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Bats, Beast, Blood, Castle, Chill, Choice, Circumspect, Compare, Contradiction, Count, Creaks, Crucifix, Death, Destination, Dracula, Drop, Embrace, Fear, Groans, heartbeat, Heaven, Home, Humanity, Jonathan Harker, Knock, Known, Labyrinth, Learn, Life, Lives, Lock, Love, Maze, Mirror, Mistake, Numb, Oblige, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pride, Prison, Protect, Pulse, Question, Rules, Shadow, Shown, Snare, Solace, Soul, Startle, Step, Stumble, Turn, Vanity, Vassal, Veins, Voice, Window
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