Tag Archives: Warning

Called To Freedom

Called To Freedomby Michael DoyleStanding firm on Sunday morningLiving life as if a warningDoing it as I can to my very bestFasting and testifying as I confessIt grew toward a borderline resentmentUntil I discovered what brought contentmentCalled to freedom to … Continue reading

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What It Takes To Be A New Yorker

What It Takes To Be A New Yorkerby Michael DoyleIt used to be that all it took was a remembranceOf what used to be and now is turned into encumbranceSummoning a piece of the city that used to existWhen what … Continue reading

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Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)

Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)by Michael DoyleShe was born a New England girlWith dreams of her own and the leaves in a whirlEvery fall, she knew comfort in her seasonAnd he knew that she made sense beyond … Continue reading

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Hands Tell the Story

Hands Tell the Storyby Michael DoyleSmooth and sultryThe jazz flautistSmooths out her linesSoothing like a silk mysteryThe jazz flautistBlows our mindsWhile somewhereIn that over thereA man watches a womanWishing he might persevereAnd didn’t know the fearLike only a man in … Continue reading

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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part III

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part IIIby Michael DoyleThere’s one word left to sayOne hope left yet to prayThere’s no need to second guessIt all comes down to unlessUnless we have faith of a mustard seedUnless we listen to … Continue reading

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Be Your Own Hero

Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … Continue reading

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The Dragon Finds Flight

The Dragon Finds Flightby Michael DoylePower returns with the riseUp there in the sky; see the the blood moonHell awakens; beginning in her eyesThe dragon shall be freed soonThe truest knight knows his dutyHaving had seen her wrath and her … Continue reading

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To My Not So Anonymous Enemy

Don’t worry.  I have a pretty good idea who you are.   shrugs… Your game is all but washed out…Incidentally, if you think being an ocean apart somehow protects against slander and libel in an electronic communication, well, I guess I’m … Continue reading

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Having Heard the Warning

Further reflections on my eldest daughter turning 13: Heaving Heard the Warning by Michael Doyle On Saturday night as I kissed you into sleep There was a part of me that wanted to keep This moment forever as a sacred … Continue reading

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Stuck With the Blahs

Talking to a friend who was feeling in a rut and then the same theme showed up in a song and then a show.  From this came two things.  First wow.. if you don’t like what you’re doing or how … Continue reading

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