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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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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

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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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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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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

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In Need of Clarity

In Need of Clarityby Michael DoyleYou stumble toward your comfy bedFeeling dazed and abused in your head.It’s been a night of free-flow drinking,And you’re now incapable of thinkingYou dial her number, hoping it’s a mistake,Your last raw nerve feels it’s … Continue reading

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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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This Digital Age

This Digital Ageby Michael DoyleLost in the weak punditry of this digital ageToo many fools think their wisdom is sage.Openly declaring that it’s too slow to read.Furthermore, they can’t be convinced of the need.Fools have been, by participation. freely degreed.As … Continue reading

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Too Many Voices

Too Many Voicesby Michael DoyleThe mourning after is brought by its happy day.Maybe it amounts to the memory kept, and by the way.How do I keep you today, hoping for our tomorrow,Without my smile, sometimes slipping into sorrow.If I should … Continue reading

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Quiver

Quiverby Michael DoyleI reach for words from a quiver of choices,Drowning in a wave of three kinds of voices.This, then, is what makes up the poet’s armoryAnd the choices made make for dissonance or harmony.I find myself talking to me … Continue reading

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