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Pages Turn (The Night We Watched The Notebook)
Pages Turn (The Night We Watched the Notebook)by Michael DoyleTogether in each other’s heart,You wanted to watch a movie.We did our best, and each did our best partYou picked one to see how it would move me.A summer spark with … Continue reading
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Tagged Calloused Hands, Cherish, Choice, Faith, Heart, Home, Kept, Kiss, Learned, Letter, Life, Lifetime, Lost, Love, Memories, Movie, Night, Notebook, Pages, Part, Poetry and Poems, Rain, Story, Summer Spark, The Notebook, Together, True Heart, True Love, Turn, Understand, Writing
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What Do Critics Know?
What Do Critics Know?by Michael DoyleCritics are those with little ability,Often bashing those with greater capability.While the talented few find their success good,It’s a confusing arrangement seldom understood.Those without skill find talent self-indulgent,And seldom suffer to give others acknowledgment.Unimaginative translates … Continue reading
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Tagged Ability, Acknowledgment, Capability, Critics, Dazed and Confused, Harmonics, Imrpovisation, Intensity, Jimmy Page, Led Zeppelin, Music, Pay To Play, Performers, Poetry and Poems, reviews, Robert Plant, Rock, Self-Induldgent, Success, Talented Few, The Rolling Stone Magazine, Unimaginative, Violin Bow, Writing
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Walls That Sing
Walls That Singby Michael DoyleChords splash down the hallwaysReminding me of my earliest days.All the records with wings on,They don’t require another time zone.Leading the procession down the crosswalk,They were bent over in the doubletalk.Walking back into the places called … Continue reading
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Tagged Chord, Crash, Crosswalk, Family, Home, Life, Music, Passage, Poetry and Poems, Processiion, Record, Sing, Sorrow, Sunshine, Sweet Memoriies, Time Zone, Tomorrow, Wall, Wings, Writing, Yesterday
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Paradox Is the Puzzle
Paradox Is the Puzzleby Michael DoyleIf we understood the meaning of homeWe’d know that DNA means we’re never alone.We are made in the image of those above,Very few of whom truly believe in love.We were born from death and annihilation.Does … Continue reading
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Tagged Annihilation, Choice of Place, Death, DNA, Erase, Faith, Home, Image, Justce, Life, Love, Paper Chase, Paradox, Philosophy, Poetry and Poems, Puzzle, Truth, Writing
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Indiana’s Waters
Indiana’s Watersby Michael DoyleIndiana first greeted me with a rainy season.It lasted about sixty days and tried my reason.Patiently, I’ve explored this place and its stops.There’s so much to see between the velvet raindrops.The backroads are filled with flowered beauty,And … Continue reading
Heaviness Sighs
Heaviness Sighsby Michael DoyleLife’s heaviness must dissipateBefore it becomes life’s fate.A little lightness never hurts anyone.Experiments made might still be fun.One likes to believe in music’s freedom,And that things might be permanent, if but seldom.It is played out with great … Continue reading
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Tagged Dissipate, Dream, Experiiment, Fate, Heaviness Sighs, Hurt, Life, Lightness, Melody, Music, Subway, Target Audiences, Time Signature, Writing
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Touching On Rush
Touching On Rushby Michael DoyleThere on the edge of an unknown stageAre those who’ve escaped life’s cage.They’ve chosen patterns of innovation,Stirred by their warp speed imaginations.Well, now, isn’t that a rush?There is and was magic in their touch.They weren’t here … Continue reading
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Tagged Boss, Cage, Egge, Explain, Gone, Imagiination, Innovation, Magic, Moments, Music, Patterns, Play, Play On, Poetry and Poems, Rush, Something To Say, Special Sauce, Sttage, Touch, Writing
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Fitting In Comfortably
Fitting In Comfortablyby Michael DoyleBetween bits of laughter, we begin comfortablyIn building what may yet become our family.It isn’t so much the jokes but the easy smiles.They go a long way in logging away the miles.A sip shared, a song … Continue reading
Like My Dream Child
Like My Dream Childby Michael DoyleIt feels chaotic, sight unseen,Falling for another human being.Passion is a burning thing.But for some, a voice adds up to nothing.Love is an awesome journey,As you tell me of your destiny.You say you want what’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Awesome Journey, Burning Thing, Chaos, Connection, Destiny, Dream Child, Falling For, Family, Hide, Human Beiing, Human Being, Inside, Life, Love, Overthink, Passion, Poetry and Poems, Sight Unseen, Thrill, Trrue, Voice, Walking Dream, Wiil, Writing
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