“Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.” – Virginia Woolf

“Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.” – Virginia Woolf

Practiced Denial
by Michael Doyle
We laugh, we smile
We practice our denial
Trying hard to hide
Feelings we can't confide
There are words unspoken
Like sharp sticks poking
Leaving wounds that will scar
It all went a bit too far
Painted like a clown
It always got me down
Like a three-ring big top
That didn't know how to stop
Problematic monkeys found
Circuses to chase around
There was no way to find a cure
And no way our love could endure
We laughed, we smiled
We practiced and defiled
Those things of sacrament
The doomsayers were prescient
(c) February 2, 2024 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted of all Nations and Religions; whom we shall welcome to a participation of all our rights and privileges, if by decency and propriety of conduct they appear to merit the enjoyment.” – George Washington (1783)

Read that last part.. mysteriously it is omitted on most graphics for this quote. Yet, it is essential. The illegal aliens who were beating on the police officers in NYC should be jailed until they are deported
“The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.” – Havelock Ellis, physician, writer, and social reformer (2 Feb 1859-1939)

“The only sure and permanent foundation of virtue is religion. Let this important truth be engraved upon your heart.” – Abigail Adams

“Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will. Find out just what any people will quietly submit to, and you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them.” – Frederick Douglass, abolitionist, editor and orator (c. Feb 1817-1895)

“I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.” – Francoise Sagan, playwright and novelist (1935-2004)

“An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens.” – Thomas Jefferson (1813)

We Were So Certain
by Michael Doyle
It's not so funny
How things rearrange
It used to be so sunny
Now everything has changed
You were my Bonnie,
And I was your Clyde
Was I only dreaming
Or along for your ride
We were so certain
Now we're simply hurting
I wanted to love you always
Now you're missing in my days
In the morning, I open my eyes
Thankful for the new sunrise
And I wonder how you are feeling
Still, it is that I am reeling
Your side of the bed is empty
Except for your haunting memory
I don't want to be your yesterday
But you're gone anyway
We were so certain
Now I'm deeply hurting
You were my last in line
Where are you Valentine?
Where there's a light
There's a way to make it right
But with no real words between
I must guess at what you mean
The devil was right there
Lost up in all the details
The pain inside is clear
It's what the silence reveals
You were my Bonnie
And I was your Clyde
Was I only dreaming
And along for your ride?
(c) January 31, 2024 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
Văn Học Ngoại Biên — Literature Beyond
-Reviews, Advice & News For All Things Tech and Gadget Related-
Shape Your Mind, Body, and Spirit to Prosperity
Traveling Fashion Designers 🌼
A daily dose of God’s touch in a minute...
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
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
"What a strange bundle of consistent inconsistencies we all are." Mary Ronan
Spiritual Hope . Joyful Faith . Trust in God
My Mormon (sic exmo, cultural, ethnic?) Transgender Second Life
Al cielo.. e niente di meno!🌈
Book Reviewer and Blogger
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of her life, every quality of her mind, is written large in her works.
Grow. Glow. Inspire!
time management coaching
Sacred Indicators of Body, Heart and Soul.
Master of some trades, Jill of the rest.