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Kelly Doyle Poem
Like East and West you rose when I fell,
was that all we ever were?
Two poles that tried our best to,
with smiles like puddles, fit together right.
As gum does under a wooden table,
We dried up and hardened.
Your expression, once radiating untouched youth, seemed hardened.
And once your brow furrowed your smile fell,
like a fussy babe’s milk from the family table.
Acquaintances are what we had become, what we were.
Finding any fault in you solidified my right
to curse your name so I could feel something too.
Then I marched you forcefully to the guillotine to
damn and release you. Since my heart hardened
I felt our love had lost its rights,
a condemned criminal who lost it all when his defenses fell.
We looked at the time, which was more precious to you, as it were,
and you just tapped your feet under my table.
I cried “enough” and turned the tables.
Your indifference towards it was all too
much considering what we were.
But my will had hardened
and we could never last, come Fall.
You kissed my brow softly before you left and nothing felt right.
My heart, on a seemingly straight path, turned right,
and was consumed, ferociously, with silver forks on a table
by my loneliness, which rose when we fell.
And then I cried, not many tears, just two.
Once the salt from my tears had hardened,
I reassessed my emotion and tried to forget what we were.
But the shadows in my room you left behind were
keeping me from believing that it would ever be all right.
And though, when I let go my resolve for your absence hardened,
as I watched you stroll away from my table,
I couldn’t help but think we should still be two.
Defeated hopes and desires had nowhere to go, so they fell.
But the distances between us were so much more than a kitchen table,
And the intentions could never be right or natural too.
So I will rise and gain my hardened place in the sky and you can wait to fall.
Copyright © Kelly Doyle | Year Posted 2010
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Kelly Doyle Poem
Shining, laughing, running, jumping, dancing.
Golden hills caress the sides of a town hidden from time,
They are witness to the laughing, running, jumping, dancing.
Sin committed, duty abandoned, but blessed with such heaven.
Paradiso where he was running, jumping, dancing.
The gods of young cocky soldiers smiled on him as he truly lived.
A tireless youthful soul relished in the jumping, dancing.
Amici, cugini, loved him despite the stigmas that nipped his heels.
The heels with war worn boots, that stomped on carnage like dead leaves,
That traversed through tragedy, Dante traveling into the seven circles,
Death stuck to his boot heels, bones, blood, and souls victim to the crushing,
Humanity seeped from his pores, left on some battlefield by a rotting corpse,
But amici, cugini loved him in this paradiso, tucked in the Marches.
And, with the grace of youth, he saved himself through the dancing.
Copyright © Kelly Doyle | Year Posted 2010
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Kelly Doyle Poem
I want my words to cut diamonds, wipe the smirk off your two-faces,
I just want to see you moved, but you remain complacent.
These eggshells will burst their yolks between my toes,
And the only witness to my fits and tears will be the crow.
Undeterred and underrated, I will say what must be said,
Because I can share emotions if I can share your bed.
Clandestine interactions, sleepy lies, selfish flattery,
You’ll recover when the door closes, I was at best a battery.
Well now the life is gone, wrung the towel, killed the keg,
You stole the spring in my step, I refuse to cling to your leg.
Divergent fault my ego, you spread the lies to make something new,
And in the end I come to find, my eyes shine brighter without you.
Copyright © Kelly Doyle | Year Posted 2010
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Kelly Doyle Poem
I always looked at Life as poker without a dealer.
Pick up your own cards,
Play how you will,
You fold or collect your chips.
But even in poker you can fold before you lose it all.
Life is not a game for the desperate.
I cannot measure my moments in chips,
Why would anyone give up such riches?
Memories are not for our hands,
To hold them like possessions is a tragedy at best.
Now I’d like to think each of us is our own star,
Burning till we just burn out,
Leaving behind the pieces
That the ones we love can use to build their own homes.
I am the guiding star in the dark night,
You are the blinding flashes that illuminate my life,
And we all shine.
The glitter that remains is warm and all consuming,
It lights the sky and is found in the glass you hold.
Glitter in my eyes, glitter on my hands,
The strongest words could never wash that away.
Stellar humanity joins to form the
constellations, nations,
That can survive in our memories and never fade.
We keep these, like summer nights,
closest to our heart.
Copyright © Kelly Doyle | Year Posted 2010
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