“Everyday language is a part of the human organism and is no less complicated than it.” – Ludwig Wittgensteinn, philosopher (26 Apr 1889-1951)
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Stay On the Path
Due to time constraints and a day much better spent with my two princesses, I will be going off prompt from Day 25 of Na/GloPoWriMo gazillion requirements for a form of poetry that I would never want to write in the first place. It’s probably the first time I’ve determined to go off prompt in the several years that I’ve been doing this DayNa/GloPoWriMo. I read the requirements for today moments ago and just can’t even begin to imagine agreeing that the chaos desired in the optional prompt even qualifies as poetry in my estimate. More like whimsical prose. Best instead to recall today’s adventure.
Stay On the Path by Michael Doyle Stay on the path, she implores As her daddy photographs and explores She has been taught to follow rules Locked up within the walls of schools Spring has begun to flutter awake Warmer days have breaths to take The green of valleys and its flowers Brings much joy to the well spent hours Budding little green gems soak up rays Until the protective canopy grows with the days While the days slowly wake the forest floor And the animals begin to be hard to ignore Yet, who would ignore these citizens anyway For the old and newborn mark our every day All the more radiantly brighter The loads we carry are somehow made lighter Stay on the path, she implores As her daddy photographs and explores She worries for the harm that might fall If her poppa does not somehow recall All the living creatures on the ground There hard to see and scurrying around Until her father shows her the deer She had not noticed that were really quite near He explains that every day is Earth Day For who have come and before passed this way The seasons always find a way to come and go Though this world is yet new to her, she must know That life is about plotting out the clearing Shaping the memories that will become endearing With all the lessons given in understated value For each and every day brings life anew (c) April 25, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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Thought For the Day: If You Want Your Children To Turn Out Well, Spend Twice As Much Time With Them and Half As Much Money
“If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them and half as much money.” – Abigail Van Buren
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First Principles: A Militia When Properly Formed Are In Fact the People Themselves
“A militia when properly formed are in fact the people themselves… and include all men capable of bearing arms. . . To preserve liberty it is essential that the whole body of people always possess arms.” – Richard Henry Lee,
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Tongue Tied In Wonderland
Sometimes one person is all the view you find you need for a lifetime.
Tongue Tied In Wonderland by Michael Doyle Pretty isn't enough for the view For the wonderfulness of the avenue A white wave of sheerest delight Canopied over with flowers just right A shining lake overtaken by geese While lakeside sheep are adorned in fleece Geese and swans choose each other For a life separate from all the others This then is the life chosen with you Knowing that this is what I propose to do To spend all my time soaking you in It's a decision of our destiny then You and I have decided to make our home Pinched to assure this waken dream stands alone It is good to mean so very much to you Yours is the only dream that will do You told me you wish to be distinguished Like a candle prayed over and then extinguished Yours is the whisper of hope in my tears The hope I long to live for in all of my years (c) April 24, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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Fruit of Devine
There are many theories on what the forbidden fruit might have been. On the 24th day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020, the optional prompt is to write about a particular fruit of our choice.
Fruit of Devine by Michael Doyle Of every tree, we might eat freely But that of good and evil, says the Deity Is the one we must not or die That's the trick of fate for you and I This indulgence might bring pleasure But, it's one we'll surely not treasure For we of such limited mortality Easily become captive to our immorality Many believe and then there are some That the evil is that of the mallum An apple, stuck in the throat of man Who make his best of knowledge that he can But I, for one, tend in thought to believe A thought that may cause others to grieve That the splendor of Zohar does define The truth of fruit of grape turned into wine In the goodness of Noah, back in the days of when He attempted to rectify man's path from Adam's sin And grape wine was given to holy purposes at a sip But alas, the verity of man turned this into unholy drip (c) April 24, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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Thought For the Day: A Grateful Heart Is A Beginning of Greatness
“A grateful heart is a beginning of greatness. It is an expression of humility. It is a foundation for the development of such virtues as prayer, faith, courage, contentment, happiness, love, and well-being.” – James E. Faust
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First Principles: Keep Your Eyes Wide Open Before Marriage, Half Shut Afterwards
“Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.” – Benjamin Franklin, in Poor Richard’s Almanack
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Desiree
Day Twenty-Three of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020! Today’s optional challenge is:
“to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word.”
I have chosen my lady’s online name:
Desiree
by Michael Doyle
Delightfully drawn into arms of desire
Echoed in my heart you always inspire
Scintillating and sensual in your ways
I know I will be yours for all my days
Righteously kept safe inside your heart
Echoes of promises we'll never depart
Eternity is just much too short a time
(c) April 23, 2020 Michael Doyle
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Holding Hands With the Sun
Falling in love with art is an intimate construction within ourselves expressed both outwardly and inwardly.
Holding Hands With the Sun by Michael Doyle An experience of the narrative Doodles swirled in declarative Filling out the feels An imaginative look reel by reel Seeing things in the abstraction All of the noise that provides distraction Scrawling reveal the fantasy Becoming ever clearer to you and me Busily turning thinking into doing Advocacy is exquisite in its moving Melting glaciers make the points In voices true enough to anoint Life lived in glacial movement Where what we need is improvement Too simple in it's simplicity Are the chosen moments of our complicity Breaking off in our reflection Are the things that escape detection Until we look hard enough to see Present in the explicitness of reality Holding hands with the sun Remembering the world as if we are one Darkness is overcome by light Looking for the positive in our sight Here at the bottom of our hope Is humanity strung along its rope This is seen in our mirrored construction In secrets told that speak our destruction Quietly the unknown poet ranted Life is too precious to be taken for granted We are not lost in the after all As the world awakes and heeds the call (c) April 23, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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