Tag Archives: Yesterday

Blown Smoke

Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading

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Into Something More

Into Something Moreby Michael DoyleStrive and fight for a better lifeFinding believed in utopia was naughtBut disappointment with hints of strifeIdeals purchased with bloodied tears soughtOnly to find these too lacking in the endAnd while life goes on, we cannot … Continue reading

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There’s Maybe Nothing Better

There’s Maybe Nothing Betterby Michael DoyleThere is maybe nothingThat could be any betterHowever bright or gloomyThe day has turned the weatherThan spending this Sunday afternoonWatching dreams with my daughtersHearts overflowing with joy soonWatching Rudolph with their fatherThere’s nothing like a … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Constitution Is Not Subject To… Fluctuations. It Is To Have A Fixed, Uniform, Permanent Construction.

“Temporary delusions, prejudices, excitements, and objects have irresistible influence in mere questions of policy. And the policy of one age may ill suit the wishes or the policy of another. The constitution is not subject to such fluctuations. It is … Continue reading

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Until Humanity is Gone

Until Humanity Is Goneby Michael DoyleThese parasites came to bring decayDestroying the vestiges of yesterdayThey prey on the last of our humanityKilling in waves depleting our societyMaking it impossible to be withstoodSetting fire to our planet and its woodsRats, insects … Continue reading

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Echo Chambered

Echo Chamberedby Michael DoyleI’ve tried to fit inBut here we are againSo many interested in the echoChambered and not the ebb and flowTo me, I find a lot to think onAs I watch life’s tides flowToo little time for arguing … Continue reading

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Waters Felt As Wild

Waters Felt As Wildby Michael DoyleLooking to the commons differentlyWe sip at the waters reverentlyWith willows and elms along the banksAs a praying man, I stop to give thanksNo matter how much we pollute the watersTheir resilience slips back dreamilyAs … Continue reading

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Na/Glo/Po/Wri/Mo #21: In Believing We Can

Na/GloPoWriMo #21: In Believing We Canby Michael DoyleIn today, I see tomorrowIn today, perched as it isIn today, seated on the edgeIn today, formed by yesterdayAnswers needed to questionsAnswers in need of themselvesAnswers that go unansweredAnswers we still need to … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News

Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News by Michael DoyleSitting watching the evening news hourWatching the sun go down as night devoursI fell asleep to the bleat of the LED displayDisrupting a poem meant written yesterdayHaving missed my embossed invitationI make up … Continue reading

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In Gratitude For Santa’s Spirit

In Gratitude For Santa’s Spiritby Michael Doyle”Dear Santa”, that’s how it all beganSealed with love as only a child canWhat he wanted most of all was familyThat and a meaningful Christmas treeHe grew up endlessly chasing a little cheerIn the … Continue reading

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