Without words, because they must Our furry friends show their trust In small subtle signs of deep meaning As they attach to their human beings
With the unrestrained touch of their paws We feel and hear as their love calls Holding relaxed ears in a natural state We know our friends are happy with their fate
This was the type of dog that once had me Filling my days with love and happiness From the age that she was my puppy And the dog that grew up to be the one I miss
A dog's happiness is there in their gaze It suggests the soft ease of their days A long, wiggly body suggests love and joy With a wagging tail, they happily employ
Look at that bright and cheerful smile A lolling tongue is a statement of style As your dog engages in a playful dance Sprinting around in joy at every chance
This was the type of dog that once had me Filling my days with love and happiness From the age that she was my puppy And the dog that grew up to be the one I miss
With a play bow she delivered her invitation Confident and secure for the initiation To engage in frisbee catching and other games She was my best friend my any other name
Constantly vocalizing her beautiful emotion She signaled me on my return of her devotion I didn't have to be a genius to know her intent Or study her mood to know that she was content
This was the type of dog that once had me Filling my days with love and happiness From the age that she was my puppy And the dog that grew up to be the one I miss
Her well-being was ensured by playtime and walks It shouldn't be doubted that we enjoyed our talks And while she always helped me keep my optimism She approached her meals with great enthusiasm
Until that is, it was time for her peaceful sleep Her good behavior ensured our bond grew deep She was a creature of physical touch and great affection God knows how much it is that I miss this connection
She was the type of dog that once had me And I miss those days of love and happiness Maybe 24 years later, it's time for another puppy That will become the love of a dog just like this
(c) March 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Republics are created by the virtue, public spirit, and intelligence of the citizens. They fall, when the wise are banished from the public councils, because they dare to be honest, and the profligate are rewarded, because they flatter the people, in order to betray them.” – Josepsh Story (1833)
Whispered rumor has it That we're the thick of the thin If you were in Hell I'd come barreling in
Founded on trust and loyalty This is what makes us a family My soul is resolved in this decision Yours is the lasting trace of my vision
Ours is the strength of never falling As we breathe into each other's calling We are stronger in our broken places As healing fills in our loving traces
Hardships can grow hearts somehow more tender But we have the strength to never surrender Struggles develop into tensile strength To last through the longest day's length
Silence is the voice of the true friend Who knows the damage but will stay to the end Silence is the voice that will never betray The holding of hands when there is no more to say
I breathe that honesty deep in your eyes Knowing your integrity is never to my surprise And if we must face hard times, I will cover you Standing in front to take the worst, as true friends do
A respectful loyalty is given to my dying breath And I will keep loving you unto the other side of death This is my commitment to build our living trust And I give this to you willingly, as I know that I must
(c) March 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
It's no longer pay-to-play but pay-to-win With a milkshake duck, where do we begin Mutating in iterative references made more visible Social media has mostly made us all more miserable
Words rise from the internet's tepid muck Claiming glory and defamation as a matter of luck Oneshotted to be made or destroyed in deference All with the influence of what is a single experience
There is something lost within the irreducible complexity Comments in passing gigafry the world into simplicity With one wrong choice of words that might be said A person's universe is remade into happiness or dread
Chemically charged into the new norm of seeking solutions Is not a methodology of mindfulness but of changing attribution Of the filters and perceptions by which they choose to see Hallucinogens erase the thin line of potential for creativity
Putting on pretenses of coolness makes us anything but cool Using words we don't understand is the same as elementary school When we all learned to sound older by being rough enough to cuss Rather than getting our acts together to learn how to discuss
There is something lost within the irreducible complexity Comments in passing gigafry the world into simplicity With one wrong choice of words that might be said A person's universe is remade into happiness or dread
The destruction of one's soul or mind is not transcendence No matter how it might seem illustrative there is no resplendence A thousand repetitive posts only brings about accretion Not deeper understanding or the utility of needed discretion
No matter how much minds shift through the internet's dross The total sum of this equation is still for most more of a loss Screen addiction does not renew an original ephemerality Long term scrolling is an episodic method of losing our mentality
There is something lost within the irreducible complexity Comments in passing gigafry the world into simplicity With one wrong choice of words that might be said A person's universe is remade into happiness or dread
(c) March 4, 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
