“I have decided to stick to love…Hate is too great a burden to bear.” – Martin Luther King, Jr., in A Testament of Hope: Essential Writings and Speeches
Available as a free .pdf download here:
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Available as a free .pdf download here:
https://all-med.net/pdf/a-testament-of-hope/
“The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government.“ – Thomas Jefferson

Venice, Italy is one of the beautiful and historical places in the world that we could all use some familiarity. This is a look at Piazza San Marco.
Venice - Piazza San Marco
by Michael Doyle
Through the Bacino di San Marco we arrive
We start our journey through columns come alive
In a welcome familiar through the centuries
This speaks to us of their storied history
One of St Mark and the other of St Theodore
As a perfection of theft and just a bit more
Patron saints memorialized as Venice would do
Close enough to the gates of Heaven for me and you
Games of chance and with a focus of execution
Connected by words of well spoken elocution
The Doge's Palace stands off in its pride
An orchard turned in time with an architectural stride
Gathered at the Broglio to politic and decide each case
Embroiled as it is for the openly masked in and of face
Justice was served as a matter of acknowledged conspiracy
Overthrow gone wrong in this instance was no real mystery
The Foscari Arch is a thing of sweet Italian romance
A papered gate of notorious ignorance and skewed chance
Its Roman emperors were taken as a matter of war spoils
As snark symbol that the republicans had enough of royals
The Basilica of San Marco was long family held
By the oligarchic family's union of power and field
Political and spiritual as a thing of temporal power
Byzantine in its symmetry held in its grandest hour
Painted mosaics scattered through the streams of time
Whisper their secrets so completely and totally sublime
Four horsemen rest in the best of their stolen adornment
Triumphal as it were of the revered Venetian government
These are the things of culture and ancient society
When the earthly win over any feigned sense of piety
Cafes of elegance inscribe their tragic triangle
Of an old square from which old men argue and tangle
Yet, an angel sits perched meant as a guiding light
To bring home all of the merchants every night
Napoleon built his own grand palace there to live
But this was maybe too much for even Venetians to forgive
(c) May 29, 2020 Michael Doyle
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My youngest princess is fond of teasing the truth that we are living history. What a memory this all will be one day won’t it? They’ll be able to say they lived through a global crisis and remember things seen, learned and done. Crisis and opportunity often go hand in hand.
On Habits of Soap, Water and Masks
by Michael Doyle
On looking at this without pretense
So much of this is down to common sense
Washing our hands with soap and water
Is something ever father has taught his daughters
Nothing fancy to be seen is needed to be used
Anything further is a notion to be disabused
Even alcohol can disrupt this viral enemy
Just don't leave it in your car, quite sensibly
Spiked crowns of destructive strategy
Need to be blocked teaches epidemiology
Lean and maybe just a tad beyond mean
These viruses are amazing dabs of protein
We'll need to manipulate antibodies to bind
Or, at least, that is what scientists have in mind
There will be a need for successfully run trials
Before at last, we'll reach out with victorious smiles
All of this, is much too much to live and yet we do
To keep this safe and sane for the likes of me and you
Until then, we'll live with masks protecting each face
This is the new norm that each of us must learn to embrace
(c) May 29, 2020 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
Dedicated to many a victim of the music industry who thought themselves gods only to wake up suddenly finding differently…
Basket Case Blues by Michael Doyle With your name up in the bright lights Enraptured by a million neon nights You played the Gardens as if they were your own Though you were a million miles from home You arrived as a scarlet angel into therapy Trying to amuse yourself with airs of mystery Wrapped up in your multiplicity of addictions It played out as it were in your predilections Chasing your inner child from its comfort zone Until you awoke to find you were all alone The itch comes back dressed in its leather and lace With no time for tomorrow's alibis; lost in disgrace Who do you believe in, in a world so unreliable When it's so hard to have courage; your spine becomes pliable Life has become a masterpiece of artistic contortion And nothing is left behind but bits of social distortion You wish you had the courage, then maybe you'd confess You wanted to be more, but somehow always end up being less Sold on the big lie that of following your paper dreams But hitting rock bottom is just as real as it seems (c) May 29, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Justice consists not in being neutral between right and wrong, but finding out the right and upholding it, wherever found, against the wrong.” – Theodore Roosevelt

“The most sacred of the duties of a government [is] to do equal and impartial justice to all citizens.” – Thomas Jefferson (1816)

It’s mind boggling really how science fiction has become so much our reality.
On Robot Autonomy by Michael Doyle Stepping from science fiction into reality We find the arrival of robotic autonomy Though the worm hole we do yet go With a faint echo of an unknown hello All along a dream in our human history We have dreamed of robots as an eventuality Now we have the Rover up exploring Mars As here on Earth, we transition to driverless cars Pushing beyond our very human capacity We find robots collaboratively adding to capability Each of these a moment and movement in imagination That increases our ability in actuation Mastering the steps of industrial manipulation Tasks are completed in perfected sensation Driving on by its own sense of estimation Navigating toward our best and better destination Robots clean our spaces and our living rooms Adding to our ease and not into our doom Sensors and actuators create useful movement Each of these bringing humanity's further improvement Into the danger these go for the sake of humanity Seeking to help us rise despite our carnal vanity Robotics as a theme was first coined in 1941 I wonder what Asimov would make of what we've done The Three Laws of Robotics were set out Not injuring humans and obeying us beyond doubt Except where injury to other humans is involved I have to wonder where protecting itself will be evolved (c) May 28, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Let us not forget that the cultivation of the earth is the most important labor of man. When tillage begins, other arts will follow. The farmers, therefore, are the founders of civilization.” – Daniel Webster (1782-1852)

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