Unhappiness Is an affliction on bliss. By Cicero's severed neck, Duty can make us into wrecks
Those who live in their mind Are too often left behind. Such is the way of those in power Who care only for a given hour.
To feel good Do Good It's understood About doing good
Doing one's duty And carrying it out faithfully, However much it is direct Is the only thing truly correct.
It matters little what the price. That is, in fact, Cicero's advice. Never take the path of least resistance. It's far better to have persistence.
To feel good Do Good It's understood About doing good
Doing what's honorable can be a test. But it's what brings life's success. It's not a matter of better than nothing. Doing what's right is everything.
Duties must be kept in one's memory. For the glory and for one's good family. Wisdom, justice, courage, and temperance Are the cardinal virtues by which we advance.
To feel good Do Good It's understood About doing good
(c) July 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“A government for the people must depend for its success on the intelligence, the morality, the justice, and the interest of the people themselves.” – Grover Cleveland
With a little rain and the truest grit Following admonitions to never forget, We'll know liberty's tree from its roots grown To the top of freedom's leaves, deeply flowing.
We've driven the distance to see the sights Across this nation, as we talked of our rights It seems Bari's mouth has it all wrong again, Misunderstanding the Constitution he's sworn to defend.
We have explained as deeply as we feel we must, That it's a Constitutional Republic in which we trust. Yet, Bari and friends want to talk of democracy, Our founders found its failures to be legendary.
We've had time to think and sing a few songs, This family of mine right where it seems to belong. But best of all was when we stopped and we walked Because in those times, we thought and we talked.
Independence Day unmasks the nobility of mankind. As we think about just causes and hoping to find That honor and posterity are not hereditary But instead, we wage our struggle in necessity.
Self-evident truths lead to unalienable rights, And in the eyes of tyranny, this leads to fights As those daring to be righteous in improvement Push forward to the republican form of government.
Sometimes my daughters believe this is all a test. The answers should be simpler and answered best By following the dictum of following their hearts. I suppose that's been my fault from the start.
(c) July 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Sometimes life flies at me undeserved, And my viewpoint seems a bit underserved So I find myself, as I have from the start, Speaking my mind straight from the heart.
We might be in opposition, and that's okay. But still, each of us deserves our say. We should just do our best to be amicable. At least, as best as we can be capable.
Sometimes there isn't a pure wrong or right. But we deserve our say as best that we might. It is appropriate that we enter into discourse While politely remembering to consider the source.
Few of us are experts, even the experts. This is true, however strongly we each exert That we somehow know more than can be known, And usually this comes out as time has shown.
Where the art of the grift has become the machine, It can be a little hard to say what we mean. But truth be told, the truth must be told As best as we know it, whatever we've been sold.
I have just never liked bullies from any side. This was an easy one and not very hard to decide. When you see a bully, it's time to take a stand. Is that proposition so hard to understand?
(c) July 3, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
There's a click track to having good health. It goes beyond other things like wealth. But it isn't really all that much deep. It's a thing called regular, consistent sleep.
Insomnia has crept across the nights of our nation, And with it comes a sense of morbid fascination. How is that one night we are happy, sleeping well? Then, the next, we find ourselves consigned to this Hell.
The tick-tock of an incessant clock ticks in our head, While we keep wishing for the Neanderthal sleep of the dead. I had such a night last night at the start of vacation, As me and my children went off to explore a part of the nation.
Staying in hotel room that had seen its much better days, I found myself counting sheep and looking for better ways To somehow drift off to sleep while the AC rattled, My inability to get to sleep left me feeling slightly addled.
Still it was and still it is that it's on with the show, It's morning now, and it is on up and back on the road. My daughters wafted off to sleep with dreams in their head, While I myself found myself caught up in mild dread.
The itinerary shows that I'll be driving five hours today, While we drift along from sight to sight along our way. A cherry chocolate coffee awaits me to cross my lips. So, just maybe it's not the day of the apocalypse.
(c) July 2, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 