“My first wish is, to see this plague of mankind banished from the earth, and the sons and daughters of this world employed in more pleasing and innocent amusements, than in preparing implements, and exercising them, for the destruction of mankind.” – George Washington
“In ancient China, the Taoists taught that a constant inner smile, a smile to oneself, insured health, happiness and longevity. Why? Smiling to yourself is like basking in love: you become your own best friend. Living with an inner smile is to live in harmony with yourself.”- Mantak Chia
Too Many Voices
by Michael Doyle
The 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 ever lose the love of your promise,
It would not be something I could easily dismiss.
There's an obvious justice trapped in my tragedy
Of looking into your eyes and witnessing your majesty.
Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.
Rock, paper, scissors, we're only passing through.
All the same, I believe only you will ever do.
Time has its way of feigning its much ado.
Some of the best lies told were earnestly true.
The clouds that never rain fadeaway too soon,
Like spoken dreams shared under the orphan moon.
Gathered pieces only hope to make the heart whole,
But they can't help the void you would leave in my soul.
Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.
Imagination reaches its dramatic intensity,
And I find myself thunderstruck with the immensity.
I gaze into the rising sun and its temptation,
Wondering if your kiss and touch were my initiation.
My lines of poetry seek to justify their development,
Thoughts kept inside seek your touch for nourishment.
Dazed though I am at your rebuff, love is still the light,
And my love for you burns like an ember of what's right.
Late nights spent with too many voices,
God knows my ADHD gives too many choices.
Able to hear a dog whistle with my ears,
Yours is the voice I need for all my years.
(c) March 3, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace. Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.” – Chief Joseph
“Peace is not to be purchased by the sacrifice of truth.” – John Calvin
Quiver
by Michael Doyle
I 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 armory
And the choices made make for dissonance or harmony.
I find myself talking to me or sometimes nobody,
But always I fake my truths as though I do this nobly.
Sometimes I do these things as if before an audience,
At other times, I only whisper quietly in my defiance.
Defiantly, I struggle with my bouts of creativity.
At times, even I am convinced by attempts at ingenuity.
I rummage through words I can't put another sort of way.
And this then, is how I busy myself usefully in my day.
When no one is looking I create drama within my verse,
Trying to conjure T.S. Elliot, but maybe a bit perverse.
Because I know his greatness is something of I'm not capable.
But maybe if I try, I might say something notable.
Rafael's century of sonnets signal the inner path
Of star-crossed lovers as slaves to the god of math.
The Brownings waltzed across the pages well respected.
Yet, a million other lovers will remain forever neglected.
Defiantly, I struggle with my bouts of creativity.
At times, even I am convinced by attempts at ingenuity.
I rummage through words I can't put another sort of way.
And this then, is how I busy myself usefully in my day.
A Shakespeare is only found in his characters created,
But what he said touched the soul, and is widely imitated.
Through his words is found the truth most forbidden,
That poetry is everywhere and yet it remains half hidden.
A great love poem is meant to be casually overheard.
We all know this as our lives crisscross becoming blurred.
All of us hurt differently exhausting moments good and bad.
We know we have made a difference when others catch our sad.
Defiantly, I struggle with my bouts of creativity.
At times, even I am convinced by attempts at ingenuity.
I rummage through words I can't put another sort of way.
And this then, is how I busy myself usefully in my day.
(c) March 2, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“Liberty is a word which, according as it is used, comprehends the most good and the most evil of any in the world.” – Oliver Ellsworth
“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” – Mark Twain
Joseph: Into the Lord's Presence
by Michael Doyle
God reveals His wonders in wonders spoken.
We who believe do our best though we're broken.
We walk our best in this mystical game.
We do our best to play our part in the fame.
Faithfulness walks among those seeming ordinary,
And by their belief, each becomes extraordinary.
We are surrounded by a crowd of witnesses, then,
Running toward the Lord and away from Satan's sin.
Joseph started as the youngest in a dysfunctional family
And grew into a righteous, upright man walking holy.
God's perspective is always from the upper story,
He keeps His image of us framed within pure glory.
One day, Joseph had a most fantastic dream.
In it, he would be king, surreal as this seems.
As the baby of his family, it was in the presentment
That brought this dreamer his brothers' resentment.
Joseph's story begins as one of rabid jealousy,
One that grew out of the worst of sibling rivalry.
He was sold by his brothers into Egyptian slavery.
Yet, somehow, the Lord turned this into godly history
Difficulties and challenges come to all
As we walk, we listen to the Lord's call,
We join together as a solid community,
And we know that we are part of God's family.
We trust in God in times tough and demanding.
These are the times we rely on God's understanding.
Life must be lived with goodness and honesty.
This brings the rewards that flow from integrity.
We keep focused on Go, in all times, good and bad,
Looking past all that might leave us feeling sad.
Life is filled with too many "one of these days."
This is when we must rely on God and His ways.
Still, as we focus on God, as we are told,
It is our joy to endure as we watch life unfold.
At times, it is hard to have the courage to conceive
That our part of this equation is to trust and believe.
In all of our hopes and good plans made,
We move ahead, living life unafraid.
We love to interpret our most vivid dreams,
And make these as real as they seem.
Whatever answer comes from God's hand,
We must love our best, trust, and understand.
We must focus on the living God and loving one another.
God's plans work when each of us learns to love others.
Our focus determines the outcome of our reality.
There will be darkness until in our capability
We find peace in the middle of life's mystery,
And that will become the course of our living history.
God's faithfulness will fulfill our meaning.
It's how it is in our lives as human beings.
Our commitment to faith and walking life in trust,
Provides the paths that God creates for us as He must.
(c)March 1, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.” – Charles Dickens
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