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“Cooking is at once child’s play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.” – Craig Claiborne

“Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” – John Adams

“For evil to take place, the acts of a few people are not sufficient; the great majority also has to remain indifferent. That is something of which we are all quite capable.” – Tzvetan Todorov

Time Tumbles
by Michael Doyle
Time Tumbles in its own jagged way
This February is given a 29th day
Called out special as a leap year
For myself, it's a cause to cheer
Is it four years or passing as one
That my work life has been done
I purposefully retired on this day
So that I might recall it in this way
In 2020, I was among the walking sick
I made my decision, and I made it quick
That it might seem like a poetic line
But I would retire on February 29
It was to be my own special Valentine
That I would choose life on February 29
This was my celebration that would suffice
To focus on my life by this poetic device
For most of my life, days fell as they would
Some were bad, some okay, and others were good
But most of them were spent serving others
Trying to live up to loving one another
In the process, chemicals had burned through
Leaving a mind-numbing hole, as these often do
And I had been reminded hard of our numbered days
Having the chance, I decided to spend mine in other ways
Photography and poetry would become my line
This was, to me, a gift as a special Valentine
I would spend my remaining days bringing beauty
Instead of being a mindless minion doing my duty
Four years out, maybe it's a foolish dream
But it's one that holds me together at the seams
I raise a toast of flavored water at this year won
Four as it is that have become mine and done
One day at its precious time left to be lived
Gathered up in a force of one, in all I've left to give
I remain thankful for this year, or was it really four
This is what illusions like this are for...
(c) February 29, 2024 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“Measures which serve to abridge the free competition of foreign articles, have a tendency to occasion an enhancement of prices.” – Alexander Hamilton (1791)

“Success depends in a very large measure upon individual initiative and exertion, and cannot be achieved except by a dint of hard work.” – Anna Pavlova

Mountain of Consequence
by Michael Doyle
There are legends of lost treasure
That goes deep and beyond known measure
The locks that must be broken
As the stories are told, quietly spoken
Mankind's greed leads to death
An old man mumbles under breath
While the bringer of life begins to bleed
One more breath is all he needs
Under the pines, in a valley of sorrow
Life ends so fragile, with no tomorrow
We might wish to force new strength
In the end, a day only has so much length
Everything and everyone that we meet
Whether in a castle or out on the streets
It seems everything and everyone dies
All that is left is the wounded soul that cries
For all life's horrors, this is the end
There are no more fairytales or pretend
Sometimes the only answer is the harshness
That leaves tortured souls in perpetual darkness
Left in the call to reach and touch fate
Only death and misery know that date
And a promise that those who survive must forgive
This is the true secret of how to live
No tears can return a fractured soul
There is so much of life that is out of our control
All that we have is to love those we know
And the secrets we've buried under the snow
Heartbreak is so hard to earnestly embrace
These are the sorrows that burn their trace
Our search for answers leads to arrogance
And the cold calculated science of intolerance
The mountain of consequences brings us to see
All that will be paid to set mankind free
Free to face with death, in awe of the universe
As the poet writes, maybe, his last disenchanted verse
A frozen prayer begs out to all for a little mercy
To an unknown god and with a heart full of heresy
Is this then all that comes in seeking glory
It seems so in echo of mankind's age old story
(c) February 28, 2024 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.” – George Washington to his orphaned charge, Harriot (or Harriet Washington) Sunday, October 30, 1791

“If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.”-Michel de Montaigne

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