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Feb 2021 · 93
Musings
Janet Doyle Feb 2021
Down inside black depths of despair,
Many a day, have I wandered there,
An eternal night to haunt in my dreams,
Surreal wonderings, not as it seems,
The mind loses focus, wavers and flies,
In endless abysses and starless skies,
The promise of death, it’s only reprieve
So often I have been led to believe,
To the mind in its madness, it’s a surprise,
That beaten and broken, the sun still can rise,
But red stained has a beauty, all of its own
And I know in my musings, I am not alone,
But when we are facing, those travels through hell,
We forget that our scars make a story to tell.
And life’s not for winning, there’s no succeed,
We’re here for the lessons, we’re all gonna bleed,

JDoyle
Jan 2021 · 77
A sliver of moon
Janet Doyle Jan 2021
There are wind tossed clouds in the heavenly skies,
And a stiletto moon, shines deadly and bright,
As it pierces my heart, it widens my eyes,
Like a lingering smile that remembers the night,
Comes dawn with it’s sorrow, breathes heavy and sighs,
And bids me to stand though still sore from the fight.
There’s a hope found in darkness, in a clever disguise,
That can bring strength and promise into the light.

JDoyle
Dec 2020 · 72
Morning
Janet Doyle Dec 2020
My eyes open to morning’s light,
The glowing window shining bright,
But so indistinct the colors seem,
Am I aware or still to dream?
And I ponder long, if I should stay,
As the day dawns rose or gray,

A precious moment, rare to see,
And just to maybe hope and be,
The softest, briefest touch of death,
With a still heart and quiet breath,
And I know that, I would rather stay,
As the day turns rose or grey,

But we live to dare and dream and try,
With so little time before we die,
And we must give all we can give,
There is only, just, this chance to live,
And though I linger, I rarely stay,
To watch the day be rose or gray.

JDoyle
Dec 2020 · 70
Sunrise
Janet Doyle Dec 2020
I dare to look up from the darkness,
So tentatively, I raise my head,
The light is glaring, vivid starkness,
Do I want these teary eyes instead?
The pain is constant, pure confusion,
How could this be what I will choose?
My stomach sickens from the intrusion,
Freedom is nothing left to lose,
A quick release and I catch my breath,
To land again in the void I know,
Peace only comes along with death,
And it’s in the darkness that we grow,
I gather the pieces, thorns and glass,
With a heavy heart I try once more,
A grand mosaic, earth, sky and grass,
And the emptiness I knew before.
But what’s this shadow, I look behind,
There is so much beauty I rub my eyes,
Out of the darkness and my own mind,
Has it all just been a new sunrise?
With shadows long and skies of blue,
Squinting as I try to find my way,
The change has come, what do I do?
Here in the light of this new day.

JDoyle
Nov 2020 · 55
Simplified?
Janet Doyle Nov 2020
There’s something about acceptance,
That really is the key,
Though often stalled by reluctance,
It’s how we need to be,
Then we can move to reflectance,
And that’s when we start to see,
From there we find transcendence,
It’s then that we are free.

JDoyle
Nov 2020 · 43
Night
Janet Doyle Nov 2020
The black river, it slithers
it’s way to the sea,
And the skeleton trees
stand stark in the night,
I pull up the darkness
a shroud to surround me,
A sliver of moon,
casts the world’s only light,
And the wind whispers softly
of words long unspoken,
Like fleeting shadows
on the edge of my mind,
Promises I’ve kept
and those that I’ve broken,
And something forgotten
I’ve been meaning to find,
But night obscures vision
and the colors they fade,
And the road that I can’t see
still calls me to roam,
I go as to a lover
my soul unafraid,
Ebony wings to surround me
and welcome me home.

JDoyle
Nov 2020 · 51
But I need to buy gas
Janet Doyle Nov 2020
The noise is oppressive,
The flashing lights they blind,
Society invasive,
Grabbing at the mind,
“Look at me” they’re shouting,
“This is what to think,”
Propaganda spouting,
“Don’t you even blink,”
They just keep getting nearer,
As the noise becomes a knell,
And the blasphemy gets clearer,
Damning you to hell,
There may be no escaping,
Here in the blackest night,
But it’s your spirit they’ll be ******,
And you can always fight.

JDoyle
Nov 2020 · 58
Autumn Morning
Janet Doyle Nov 2020
The leaves are all gone,
The wind whisks them by,
An autumnal dawn,
A cloud covered sky,
The sun’s shining bright,
The mountain stands bare,
I blink in the light,
A new day is here.

JDoyle
Oct 2020 · 52
Prophecy
Janet Doyle Oct 2020
Long ago when men were men and women strong and free,
They dared the heights and sang a song and left upon the sea,
When mother Morrigan with bloodied hands predicted what would be,
Now time has passed and days grow short, and freedom wants it’s fee,
I’d use this chance to make her smile if it were up to me,
Of reavers, betrayers, old man, false lawyers, these are plain to see,
As are our lost children, men without valor, nor women’s modesty,
Do we wait for no flowers or food and forests without a tree?
Dare we bow our mother’s head, to fulfill her prophecy?

JDoyle
Oct 2020 · 204
Of W’s
Janet Doyle Oct 2020
I am a restless wanderer,
And I wonder often too,
I wander where I want to,
And I wonder what to do,
I wander up the mountain,
Then I wonder what is true,
I wander down the river,
And wonder at the water blue,
I wander through the valley,
And I wonder point of view,
I wander ever farther,
And I wonder questions through,
I wander where my heart leads,
And I wonder that way too.

JDoyle
Oct 2020 · 46
Appalachia
Janet Doyle Oct 2020
I walk this ancient hill,
Eons beneath my feet,
So quiet and so still,
It’s here I am complete,
My life the smallest dot,
Upon these mountains grand,
But there is no higher thought,
Than to be part of the land,
And I’ve a moment just to be,
In this endless stream of time,
But I forget I’m me,
As I make another climb,
To ridges that show it’s wonder,
In valleys that hold the prize,
With rivers winding under,
The ever changing skies,
Consuming in it’s splendor,
These mountains that I know,
I’m humbled by the grandeur,
As on and on they go,
And I’m content to wander,
So happy just to roam,
Such beauty to discover,
In my Appalachian home.

JDoyle
Oct 2020 · 91
Autumn’s Blessing
Janet Doyle Oct 2020
I think that I am blessed to see,
This Autumn’s lovely vibrancy,
The yellow, oranges, reds and gold,
Make a grand display of every tree,

And each day I wonder, truth be told,
At the miracle I can behold,
Then evening’s shadow does obscure,
And I’m left with only memories bold,

But in morning’s light I stare quite sure,
At colors brighter than before,
In our Mother Nature’s tapestry,
And I marvel as she weaves us more.

JDoyle
Oct 2020 · 37
Of Seeing
Janet Doyle Oct 2020
Alone I watch the sunset,
Amidst it’s crimson rays,
There’s something I can learn yet,
In these tumbling of days,
And sister crow is cawing,
But her feathers are too black,
It causes this withdrawing,
And I don’t think I’ll be back,
Cause the path is an illusion,
I don’t know where it leads,
But I know it’s the conclusion,
And what my spirit needs.

JDoyle
Oct 2020 · 45
For Warmth
Janet Doyle Oct 2020
I’m so much like my brother snake,
Searching for warmth, I fail to make,
To lie in the sun or curl up inside,
The colder it gets, the more that I hide,
Comparable to the vampire’s lust,
Desperate for warmth, knowing I must,
Upon my brethren impose,
For body heat or some extra clothes,
I go to heat, as a moth to a flame,
Seeking for warmth, always the same,
When autumn falls, and cold settles in,
I start my search for warmth again.

JDoyle
Oct 2020 · 66
If
Janet Doyle Oct 2020
If
If I had never seen the dawn,
And watched the sky aglow and bright,
If I never gazed upon the moon,
And saw your face, in softest light,
If your eyes had never turned to me,
And your smile not made it right,
If I never felt the afternoon,
And your touch, well then I might,
For if I had never seen the stars,
I could be content in darkest night.

JDoyle
Sep 2020 · 38
To Dare
Janet Doyle Sep 2020
It feels adventurous to walk a trail,
Lest we forget the ones who blazed it,
Go this way and all is well,
Envious of, who first appraised it,

Freedom found in a world anew,
Blessed they that walked in silence,
Those society could not subdue,
Who made a life by sheer defiance,

We follow now, so thankful for,
Discovered beauty they chose to share,
But leave the trail, to go explore,
And sometimes be the one to dare,

JDoyle
Sep 2020 · 35
Duality
Janet Doyle Sep 2020
The sun is shining brightly,
and I feel the urge to go,
But there’s something in the shadows,
that I just have to know,
This pull of dual worlds splitting,
that the brightness cannot clean,
For I know the pain of darkness,
as my heart lies in between,
And I am being called to,
the morning’s ray of light,
Even as my soul is seeking,
for the comfort of the night,

JDoyle
Sep 2020 · 27
Questions
Janet Doyle Sep 2020
I think that it’s the questions,
Some innocently ask,
That cause me such turmoil,
I falter at the task,
The problem is the answer,
Is often rather dark,
So then I try to lighten,
Though tend to miss the mark,
Too vaguely do I tell it,
And it never really sets,
But the closer I get to truthful,
The more uncomfortable it gets,
I struggle with a balance,
To tell the truth and lie,
Cause no one likes the answers,
That cause beliefs to go awry,
It’s compartmentalized compassion,
Just for situations, pre-explained,
Have replaced real human empathy,
For the many types of pain,
And I think it’s true of many,
What you see isn’t what you get,
And that really is a topic,
Society chooses to forget.

JDoyle
Sep 2020 · 37
Cold
Janet Doyle Sep 2020
The cold it creeps into you,
And it will slow you down,
It numbs your heart,
And withers your soul,
And turns your mind around,

Chilled fingers twining inward,
Creates ice along your spine,
It blinds your eyes,
And freezes your ears,
Til the cold is all you can find,

And a life of unending winter,
Growing frost bitten and old,
Or time and again,
You can step in the flame,
And never let yourself get cold.  

JDoyle
Aug 2020 · 47
The Dream of Freedom
Janet Doyle Aug 2020
Freedom, the long forgotten dream,          
Do you remember?
Shining in the morning, just a distant gleam,
What was it that you wanted,
And are you as you seem?

Is it you that lost it, careless in your ways,
Or was it everyone
A sacrifice freely given, to make for better days,
Was it worth it?
And are we better off now, here in this modern haze?

What is the price of freedom, dream though it may be?
Security and comfort,
That is the question isn’t it? so now we start to see,
Subtly it happens,
We lose our dreams of freedom, and join society.

But is that the way it is, or just what we’ve been told?
Who made those rules,
Do we have to sell our freedom, for another person’s gold?
Why?
Society gives no security,  and it’s gilt is chipped and old.

But the world is much the same, as when we turned our eyes,
Downward,
There are still the forests, rivers, deserts, seas, and skies,
Reminders,
That freedoms just forgotten, and maybe plagued with lies.

Don’t we all still see it, in the morning light?
Hope
Don’t we all still feel it, as evening turns to night?
Peace
Don’t let freedom be forgotten, it’s not to sell for comfort,
It is our human right.

J. Doyle
Aug 2020 · 32
Of Poetry
Janet Doyle Aug 2020
I’m taking this emotion,
And putting it right here,
Be it feelings or a notion,
It’s better over there,
Less inside to cause commotion,
Less pain and thoughts and care,
My mind in constant motion,
So much to see and hear,
To save from an explosion,
And lead me through despair,
My voice my own promotion,
My heart ripped out to share,
My mindfulness devotion,
My soul much more aware.

JDoyle
Aug 2020 · 29
Waiting
Janet Doyle Aug 2020
Life is waiting,
When I’m unsure,
I can’t decide,
What life is for,
I am tired,
I wait for night,
I cannot sleep,
I wait for light,
Waiting, waiting,
I think that I,
Am waiting for,
My turn to die,
But someday soon,
I’ll find inside,
Maybe tomorrow,
I can decide,
For now I’m waiting,
Don’t know what for,
But I need some time,
And then some more.

JDoyle
Aug 2020 · 25
Of Vengeance and Gold
Janet Doyle Aug 2020
The clash of steel in lightning’s flash,
Canons louder than a thunder crash,
Blood with rain as waves they splash,
This night as dark as death,

Tattered flags, whipping to and fro,
Vengeance! give them what we owe,
The captain, he begins to slow,
As one we catch our breath,

No quarter asked and none I’ll give,
Another night I may not live,
Dear Father, all my sins forgive,
As my blade finds one more heart,

A musket shot lights up the dark,
I use the flare to find my mark,
I hear the captain, orders bark,
We must cut the ships apart,

The ocean’s roar and my wild flight,
My own dear ship within my sight,
Across the deep, and foam of white,
One more to come aboard,

Listing, plundered, and broken hull,
Lifeless captain, with a shattered skull,
I guess it’s not my time to fall,
Instead let’s split the hoard.

JDoyle
Aug 2020 · 34
In Search of Perception
Janet Doyle Aug 2020
Just a tweak of perspective,
I somehow have to find,
And maybe looking upside down,
Will help untangle or unwind,
For a solution must be somewhere,
And if I delve into my mind,
If I sift through all the clutter,
And remove what makes me blind,
There! There before me,
Or maybe it’s behind,
Is the path that I’m not seeing,
A way eluding, undefined,
But once I can just glimpse it,
Then, then I’ll be inclined,
To follow it to hell and back,
Through pain and lessons, intertwined.

JDoyle
Aug 2020 · 32
Of Hiking
Janet Doyle Aug 2020
I want to climb mountains!
To experience everything this great world has to offer!
I want my legs to quake with exhaustion,
My body to become the stuff of steel!
Sweat to fall from me like a waterfall in springtime,
And my lungs to gasp for breath as a drowning man’s last hope.
I want towering pinnacles that plummet into the blackest depths,
Mountain tops where only me and the eagles dare go,
And the ancient valleys that the river has carved throughout all eternity,
I want freezing rain that turns to blizzards,
And the sweltering heat of hell itself,
Because this is life my friends!
This is why we were born.

JDoyle (this isn’t really poetry, but it’s heartfelt)
Jul 2020 · 47
Lore
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
Time and again was history lost,
For a tyrant will reign at any cost,
Our books destroyed,
and minds subdued,
Or heroes slandered,
and spirits abused,
But hope, like life will find a way,
A light will shine, there’ll be a new day,
And hidden, kept hidden,
safely away,
Once thought destroyed,
forever to stay,
The wisdom that our ancestors knew,
They kept it for us, and never withdrew,
But waited, they waited,
through the long night,
To be revealed,
when the timing was right.
Fear not the darkness, just use it well,
And when the sun rises, there’ll be a new tale.

JDoyle
Jul 2020 · 55
Of Sleeping
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
The sun came up this morning, in a sky of pink, yellow and red,
I pulled my blankets up to my chin and snuggled all warm in my bed,
The sky of sapphire brightened, on a warm and glorious day,
I lay in a soft pile of comfort and I dreamed all the morning away,
When noon arrived in it’s vibrance, with sounds of the world outside,
I shut my eyes up tight to the light, and found I could sleep if I tried,
Now the day it so does linger, with such beauty and splendor to see,
I wake and I stretch and I smile at today, and thank it for letting me be.

JDoyle
Jul 2020 · 45
Wanderlust
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
The wind it calls me, come along, to the lands that wait anew,
The mountain thrums and beckons to me, see the peaks I’ve made for you,
The sea it whispers then it roars, leave the world behind, askew,
My heart to pound and soul to go, tempered always by today,
To return and wait again, as again I’m called away,
As my heart aches from the beating  and my soul screams for release,
Away, away, from lands I know, not every soul desires peace,
But banners bright and shining mail, and clashing swords that seek the heart,
Or gunsmoke thick and cannon’s roar,
And charges brave as lives depart,
Pirate flags on winds of change above a rocking deck of gore,
Flying crafts take to the skies, and seek frontiers, forevermore,
Dystopia, a chance to fight, as society does fray,
And all the while, my restless soul, leads me once again, away.

JDoyle
Jul 2020 · 73
Of the Stars
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
Turn the world around,
And make it new for me,
Sing without a sound,
And tell me what could be,
For all is lost and found,
And promises I see,
Your eyes that so confound,
Though still I will agree,
For wonders yet abound,
You set my spirit free.

JDoyle
Jul 2020 · 65
Alone
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
I could say it’s the freedom,
With no one to tell me no,
And I love when I’m deciding,
Just where and when to go,

I might say it’s the quiet,
Of silence all around,
No voice to mar the beauty,
Of time without a sound,

I’ll add it’s the adventure,
When all I have is me,
There’s really nothing like it,
The wonders that I see,

But the time I spend alone,
Is when my soul can rest,
And really it’s the company,
It’s when I like me best.

JDoyle
Jul 2020 · 22
The Duel
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
Rapier flashes, sun on steel,
Deftly, the point scores the heart,
Blood stained lace, and a dandy’s cry,
Death is sculpted to a fine art,
As body falls in the crimson dirt,
A desperate soul must soon depart,
Long we danced, and long we fought,
In lonely glade, our paths do part,
I to the road, and you to the grave,
The full rising moon bids me to start,

JDoyle
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
What is beautiful, defined?
To me it is the sunlight,
Landscapes and life that’s unconfined,

It’s standing for a cause that’s right,
Following a heart that’s true,
And never giving up the fight,

It’s the little acts of love we do,
The nurture of a mother,
And a life that is brand new,

It’s when we see beyond the “other,”
When “I’m sorry” is sincerely,
And we hold onto one another,

It’s remembering another dearly,
Kindness that was shown to me,
And tears of loss, that shine so clearly,

It’s all the wonders of life I see,
The moon, the stars, the rainbows,
The seedling and the ancient tree,

The word “ beautiful” you chose?
To tell me how you’re feeling,
And I think, should I suppose?

That you find me so appealing,
To compare me to compassion,
And to hope and love and healing,

That is just my real reaction,
Such a humbling thing to say,
It brings my thanks and my inaction,

And as for me, though come what may,
I hope my soul stays intertwined,
With what is beautiful today,

JDoyle
Jul 2020 · 34
A Visit
Janet Doyle Jul 2020
Friend Raven, where have you been?
“Over the trees and across the sky,
Through the forests, when shadows lie,
And to the heavens where angels fly,”

And my friend Raven, where do you go?
“Across a bridge of rainbow light,
Northwards in the coming night,
To aid the Old One through the fight.”

“Raven tell me, what do you see?
“All there is, and The Spirit knows,
Life relinquished, life that grows,
What you wanted, what you chose,”

Raven, do you hear the cry?
“I hear the wail of the Phantom Queen,
The cry of battles, to be seen,
The song of steel and Banshee keen,”

Friend of mine, do you know the way?
“The way ahead is dark indeed,
Times of trouble, times of need,
You may still live, but you will bleed,”

Raven friend, I’m coming too.
“I leave the way, to follow clear,
Loud my song, with few who hear,
The end is nigh, the time is near,

JDoyle
Jun 2020 · 29
Just Wait
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
Just beyond my fingertips,
On the other side of time,
I wander far and further,
Searching for the perfect rhyme,

A wanderer still hoping,
A traveler from afar,
A lost observer watching,
For the distant shooting star,

Just over the horizon,
Further than the dragons fly,
On the farther side of nowhere,
There’s a castle in the sky,

And we can go together,
We can find our way there soon,
And we’ll be forever happy,
On the dark side of the moon.

JDoyle
Jun 2020 · 26
The Circle
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
These new eyes, how strange to me,
The same places no more the same,
Looking back at who I used to be,
And the curious she who had my name,

My eyes now faded, the sun a glare,
In bitter disappointment, I turn away,
My painful heart, so worn with care,
With jaded soul, I’ll face the day,

Now I see paths I had missed before,
I’m feeling stronger, than I knew I could,
My sense of purpose, was never more,
And I understand now, what is good.

The circle completed, as life renews,
This time, as time and time again,
My life to live, my path to choose,
This peculiar me, that long I’ve been.

JDoyle
Jun 2020 · 30
Nature Shrugs
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
The babbling brook
first made the suggestion,
And whispering wind
then added a thought,
Old crackling fire,
now he had a question,
And eye of the storm
winked sly at the plot,
The mouth of the river
grinned wide at the notion,
And rustling leaves,
seemed to like it a lot,
So echoing caverns
just set it in motion,
And twinkling stars,
they knew just the spot.

JDoyle
Jun 2020 · 44
At Day’s End
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
A gossamer veil of evening,
Gently tossed upon the day,
As Luminescent moonbeams,
Coalesce to light the way,
For life is a real illusion,
As all the world is a play,
And forever is just a moment,
That will never go away.

JDoyle
Jun 2020 · 34
‘Ode to my Splinter
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
Thorn in my hand from adventure gone ill,
My body to wound, my spirit to fill,
I thought I removed you, but no, not quite,
Small under my skin, just out of sight,
A little reminder, when brushed against,
Of days of splendor when freedom was sensed,
The skin has grown over, the wound to renew,
The repercussions so many, the feelings so few,
At last I release you, now we part ways,
No doubt I’ll meet more of you, on some other days.

J.Doyle
Jun 2020 · 26
It’s Late Afternoon
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
Shadows cast by a late afternoon sun,
Are lounging about on the ground,
As my mind wanders upon the horizon,
Where magic and hope can be found,
And all of life’s wonders abound.

This time of day only happens now,
It is gone before winter’s first sign,
A time too precious to long allow,
As the stretching long shadows entwine,
In these perfect hours of sunshine,

A bit of childhood that gave me peace,
And still gives peace today,
A time that makes life’s hurt release,
And our worries to just go away,
How I wish that it would only stay.
Jun 2020 · 41
Comes Tomorrow
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
As hearts and minds forget they’re free,
The red sun sets, will tomorrow be?
Confused and cruel hypocrisy?
Accepting this new way,

A starless night, so full of hate,
Choosing wrong, just to call it fate,
To harm is not to liberate,
So far, we’ve gone astray,

A future we won’t recognize,
With it’s conformity and lies,
The day will dawn, in different eyes,
That quickly look away,

JDoyle
Jun 2020 · 43
As I Question the Fates
Janet Doyle Jun 2020
The first hag closed her only eye,
She murmured soft “I’ll tell you why,
Violence, it comes along with life,
As does sadness, death and strife,
An agent of change, to use so well,
It’s not who starts, but who will fail,”

The next hag shook her gray locks free,
She crooned, “dear one, can’t you see,
A natural order, again revealed,
If they won’t talk, they **** or be killed,
The sun will rise up, yellow or red,
And love remains, for living and dead,”

The third hag cackled, grinning wide,
She laughed, “there isn’t a right side,
Glory for some, a winner shall rise,
To give their own mix, of truth and lies,
Fear not the changes, face each day,
The soul continues, come what may,”

JDoyle
May 2020 · 39
The Wind
Janet Doyle May 2020
The gentle wind disrupts the grass,
Swaying flowers, let it pass,
Wind whispers through the trees,
Teasing summer, with a breeze,
Telling us, life doesn’t last,
Live it now! And rushes past,
The wind roars to bring the storm,
Then it changes, cool and warm,
Spring’s wind will be gone soon,
Round the world and to the moon,
Find yourself, within the song,
Spread your wings and go along,

JDoyle
May 2020 · 51
Haiku
Janet Doyle May 2020
The day is over
Night is arriving to soon
To last forever

JDoyle
May 2020 · 84
Of Life
Janet Doyle May 2020
Mother births us, wishes well,
Father carries us through hell,
Sets us down to hear a tale,
Of what is best to do,

Mother rations, not to much,
Father gives a guiding touch,
Sparingly, he’ll use a crutch,
You must rely on you,

Mother kisses us goodnight,
Father sets the dark alight,
Let’s us know that all is right,
And it begins anew.

JDoyle
May 2020 · 41
Time
Janet Doyle May 2020
Time continues just the same,
As always it has done,
A different person, a different name,
Under the same sun,
Countries rise and then they fall,
The Earth allies to none,
But gives its bounty to them all,
Nurturing each one,
All will heed our mothers call,
When it’s our time we’ll know,
If we cannot stand, suffice to crawl,
To life or death we go,
The moon remains as it’s been set,
Changing life just so,
Though each of us, one chance we get,
The same as long ago,
As the ocean changes where it’s wet,
And mountains rise anew,
To some a gift, to some a threat,
The many come from the few,
As it has been, before we came,
And what it will still do,
It’s not supposed to stay the same,
But life, it will continue,

JDoyle
May 2020 · 24
This is it
Janet Doyle May 2020
How often now, does emptiness
consume me,
Traded here and there for stoic pain,
Desperation rising up, as hope
eludes me,
As the tears of sorrow fall like rain,
Mockery that irritates and just
disgusts me,
Always someone bleating the refrain,
I’m trapped amongst a people that
confound me,
Not enough to hear myself complain,
My uselessness demeans and so
frustrates me,
My hands worthy of so much disdain,

JDoyle
May 2020 · 51
And so it begins
Janet Doyle May 2020
We dance around the fire,
Dodging to and fro,
I chase you then you chase me,
Round and round we go,
May 2020 · 25
Of Aging
Janet Doyle May 2020
I should be getting old,
My youth long in the past,
Instead I’m getting bold,
Breaking the used cast,
Creating my own mold,
Seeing the contrast,
Of what I have been told,
And questions I have asked,
My working hands they hold,
Treasures rare and vast,
My troubles turn to gold,
Life’s fortune I’ve amassed,
Young beauty gladly sold,
For freedom bought at last.

JDoyle
May 2020 · 47
Days like this
Janet Doyle May 2020
Blustering, gusty, winds that blow,
Twisting trees sway to and fro,
Shadows dappled, clouds are low,
The brook it babbles, let it flow,
Sunlight peeks out, all aglow,
I’m heading home but walking slow.

JDoyle
May 2020 · 51
Yeah
Janet Doyle May 2020
Sometimes, I can walk the walk,
Mostly cause I’ve tripped before,
And face plants come as quite a shock,
But what you see, down on the floor,

Too loudly, I will talk the talk,
And often times just nonsense spout,
Words left open, free to mock,
It gives me more to think about,

JDoyle
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