“Our nation is being led astray by ungodly judges, mayors and governors, who are given to change, defying the Constitution and substituting their own wicked agendas.”– David Wilkerson
Flip flops and cold drinks Can only be borne of summer days This season makes you think Of stolen pleasures in so many ways
My favorite flavor, cherry red Was kissable from her lips So went the thoughts in my head My hands wanted to trace her hips
This and baseball were my microcosm Metaphors drifting across my mind As I faced the summer heat with optimism Time is a thief who often leaves us behind
There is magic in the summer months That tantalizes those who play like me On the dock, we sipped our cold brunch Smiling at the moments of this fantasy
Looking out on the water brings a smile As the cool breeze carries my words away For a few more minutes, I'd put off the mile I needed to walk, but decided to linger and stay
Lingering on the honeyed nectar of her kiss As she smiled into my eyes, I wanted to stay Being wise enough to know what I'd maybe miss If I walked off the brunch, she'd made that day
Today is a day that I know without mystery Good things will happen and happen deep This will be a day of new personal history When my summer girl takes my love for keeps
(c) June 22, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Alive somewhere in all my ADHD I sometimes walk right into me When I do, in times like this I find there isn't much to miss
I have always tried to be my best Stretching myself to meet my tests Head-on collisions find me madly Striving to reach for the godly
It seems like I'm too often guessing This struggle of life offers blessings Learning to adapt to moments of the pensive Has taught me to be patient and sensitive
Like this moment trapped in a small town Trying my best to smile instead of frown I had traveled here to see the moonbow Instead, I find myself minutes from its shadow
The engine I came in on has been blown Relying on assurances, I should have known I find myself and my daughters in a hotel room Where we share a box of cookies instead of gloom
I remind myself of gratitude for being alive And I know with patience, we will yet survive The world is filled with suffering in degrees The best we have is to live as if to please
The God we know and worship in His Heaven above Sharing moments with my daughters filled with love Knowing there are lessons for them as we overcome And life passes on with the beating of the drum
Sorrow and silence are part of what makes us strong But one sweet, loving smile tells me where I belong Daring as they are quietly writing from imagination I see them facing this without any sign of indignation
And I know that everything is going to turn out right These bigger girls from the little girls I hugged tight This is the path of life that makes everything alright Yes, there are the big girls grown from those I held tight
Both these beauties have grown from the moonage daydream Looking like and acting like princesses on a movie screen And I sit here thinking to myself how can anything be wrong As long as they love me, I know exactly where I belong
(c) June 21, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It seems to have been reserved to the people of this country, by their conduct and example, to decide the important questions, whether societies of men are really capable or not of establishing good government from reflection and choice, or whether they are forever destined to depend for their political constitutions on accident and force.” – Alexander Hamilton (1787)
In my life, I've been a son Held by a mother as second to none To my sister, I have been a brother Loved by her like no other I've been a doting sort of father Of my two beautiful, loving daughters
And as these things I've observed Women getting less than they deserved Many inconvenient truths stood in the way Of their happiness on too many days Seeking empowerment and self-respect And instead receiving abject neglect
Too many times, they're made to wait On things that have come never or too late Like medical care that was actually healing Or the sort of love given with feelings I've watched diligently and observed Women I've loved getting less than deserved
Unanswered letters hold a proper weight Dreams and hopes consigned to bitter fate Told to find themselves, they've been alone They gave themselves until no one was at home Waiting for calls that never came on the phone Looking into mirrors and feeling alone
The world has lent out just a little more rope To dash dreams on the rocks of abandoned hope The word "No" is without any shade of pretense The greatest power available in a single sentence Women need to believe in their full capacity And in so doing, live up to their capability
(c) June 20, 2024 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
