First Principles: No People Will Tamely Surrender Their Liberties…When Knowledge Is Diffused and Virtue Preserved

“Since private and publick Vices, are in Reality, though not always apparently, so nearly connected, of how much Importance, how necessary is it, that the utmost Pains be taken by the Publick, to have the Principles of Virtue early inculcated on the Minds even of children, and the moral Sense kept alive, and that the wise institutions of our Ancestors for these great Purposes be encouraged by the Government. For no people will tamely surrender their Liberties, nor can any be easily subdued, when knowledge is diffusd and Virtue is preservd. On the Contrary, when People are universally ignorant, and debauchd in their Manners, they will sink under their own weight without the Aid of foreign Invaders.” – Samuel Adams, in a Letter to James Warren (November 4, 1775)

 

 

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The Dark Days of Great War

American History marches on into World War I.

Memorial Day 2014 -This Way the Trenches

The Dark Days of Great War
by Michael Doyle

Like a thunderstorm in the darkest night
The Great War descended in Europe's sight
Suddenly, it seemed that August night
All of its entanglements were descending as a blight

Using its disproportionate weapons of destruction
It became an annihilation of civilization's compunction
This mysterious war meant to end all future war
Yet became one that uncannily left all with a losing score

There was in Europe a sense of instability 
That grew to the forefront with Germany's unity
This brought Germany into being a great power
At the same time as Europe's imperial hour

Two alliance blocs formed through dalliance
In shifting patterns of grand alliances
Triple Entente versus Triple Alliance was not planned
But once formed, the danger was easy too understand

Observing the tumble of Europe, Wilson urged neutrality
Impartial in thought at and action, as through our history
America was felt needed to keep out of this confrontation
Total was being fought between populations in mass destruction

Machine guns, gas, aerial bombing and tanks
The new weapons took deadly toll without thanks
Trench warfare as at Verdun took a million casualties
With nerve agents that took many a man's faculties

The wounds, maiming; shattered lives impossible to comprehend
It's small wonder that America did not want these ends
So extremely nebulous and difficult to understand
Yet freedom of the seas would cost American lives on land

Not withstanding America's wants and place of pride
The Germans understood that we would have to take sides
Germany unleashed its submarines to be chip, chip, chipping
Away and sinking the trade through American shipping

Still even the sinking of the Lusitania could not drag us to war
The winds, however, were not beneath Wilson's sails any more
Wilson appealed for a justly brokered peace and world security
Democratic government through consent to build world community

Eventually coming into the war with a school master attitude
After further sinking, making the world safer with latitude
Acting without animus nor in any strong sense of enmity
Armed opposition was come to on behalf of all of humanity

The Wars Industry Board brought America's consolidation
With production goals efficiently setting full coordination
Progressive ideals and propaganda set out to over sell
The public on the will for our nation's need to prevail

Paths of Liberty Bonds and wholescale conservation
Set the wartime efforts for and across our nation
Hatred of the enemy was driven by the will of the government
And Wilson like Adams would not broker any disloyal dissent

There has always been a struggle between civil liberty
And the nation's great need for its robust security
Progressives sought less competition and top down organization
It more needed after Bolsheviks took the Russian nation

Through the interjection of American help and energy
The Allies regained hopeful morale and resurgency
Pershing's Expeditionary Force came in association
Memory of the Dough Boys brought Veteran's Day commemoration

There is little less staggering than the death toll
117,000 men answer the bugle call in this roll
The losses suffered are almost incomprehensible
Such some of the worse of which man is capable

(c) April 4, 2020  Michael Doyle
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WW1: A Virtual Remembrance - The Intensity of the Trenches

 

 

 

 

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In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head

The for the fourth day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020 is:

“…to write a poem based on an image from a dream”.   

… and so I did….

Burning Man  - Hope

In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head
by Michael Doyle

The feeling comes so vivid and so very hard
As if life had dealt its wild card
Ripping the world a new wormhole
Connected as we are soul to soul

Times like these don't really hunt
In a world of always getting what you want
Jacked into a deeper sense of relevancy
There at the center point of intimacy

I knew a mermaid once in her dream
The mind's dominion belonging to a god supreme
Where only those who are bold enough
Can ever truly reach out to live enough

Unmasking, as it were, those things thought evil
Ratcheting up experience to a whole new level
Waltzing into a combined synchronization
As we float above and below in integration

With everything that is real and unreal
Just beneath the swirl of waxen seal
Going with that feeling spun into reeling
Until its urgency stands revealing

What might we all someday become
If we can learn to dream beyond the numb
Married to one another, merging beyond fear
Where happiness and sadness join in one tear

At the count of one, it has all begun
As we drift with purpose into being undone
This is what happens as the angels sing
Dissonant choruses of what fear brings

The lame shall learn to walk once again
Into the beauty that is both foe and friend
Running there through the slumbered twilight
Energy flowing until dark becomes light

Dancing as we dance in circumstance
For the dreamers who dream their own chance
Black and white covered in a drop of red
In that place where hope overcomes dread

(c) April 4, 2020  Michael Doyle
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Water Edge Town - New Life Christian Fellowship - Hope Too

 

 

 

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Thought For the Day: Hope Has Two Beautiful Daughters; Their Names Are Anger and Courage. Anger At the Way Things Are and the Courage To See They Not Remain As They Are

“Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.” – Saint Augustine

 

 

 

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First Principles: Children Should Be Educated and Instructed In the Principles of Freedom

“Children should be educated and instructed in the principles of freedom.” – John Adams, in Defense of the Constitutions (1787)

 

 

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It Came As It Did

First Friday and third day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020.  Today’s prompt is to create a word bank based on 10 key words and then not necessarily using all but keeping in mind an effort to echo the rhymes for these until they resonate into a poem.  Thinking on this and that we are facing what we’re facing in this pandemic, I have chosen to put this together in memory of this time as it plays out before us.

Cocoon - Wastelands

It Came As It Did
by Michael Doyle

It came as it did though we kept hid as we might
Played out into the bright of the dazzling light
That chose its transparency clear as a memory
Of the dog days of olden plays read in the library

It came with a startle that night cinching the bight
Until the noose took its bite and we gave our fight
You were the elf who danced like a sprite all night
Who knew our time would suddenly become too finite

How then do I tell this story as your quietly pour me
An allegory that I don't understand to the woe of poor me
The isolation spread across this once tight knit nation
The travel ban was mandatory with home our only destination

At first stated as an epidemic then turned to pandemic
Weaponized rumors had it that it might be biochemic
Looking out my window at how it has grown systemic
I suppose its origins are all but tritely academic

What we can know is that whether on purpose or anomaly
Nothing has quite pointed so much to our beloved family
Than the threat of sad regret that has for us all beset
That we would do almost anything to avoid the cold sweat

That rolls down our foreheads like a domino and even so
It's more than a stubbed toe yet we know in our bungalow
That no stubbed toe can prevent us from trying to sew
Masks that might just allow us all to find our tomorrow

Isolated as I am in my cave as you are and yet we save
All the love we gave as we stared out on this rolling wave
You and I will pledge to ourselves to be quietly brave
Promising that if we survive this we might yet behave

Joining together in much needed unity to be one as community
Hoping government or science might find a way to immunity
Someone laughs and sees the bright side at given opportunity
That where we have acted badly and with too much impunity

Perhaps if we took a moment to stop our stare in prayer
That each of us might find our perfected pair so fair
And to hold that love that we might find somewhere
To be beyond any compare but that which we share

Kept together though you are way over in your there
And me I am here in that middle ground of nowhere
No longer interested in hesitation nor the impression
That there would ever be any real sort of question

That come what may, be it depression or simple recession
Love is not a possession nor the outlined impression
But the meaning to everything that really matters
Even as I hold your hand and watch as the world shatters

(c) April 3, 2020  Michael Doyle
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Home, Sweet, Home - Love You True

 

 

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Be the Salt

Based in part on Matthew 5:13:

House of Prayer Dockside - Listening To Her Silent Prayer

Be the Salt
by Michael Doyle

The God who was faithful then 
Will be as faithful now as when
When He made Goliath fall
Shaking down all the walls

The salt of earth made pure
The prevention and our cure
Thanks be to the Holy One
God, Holy Ghost and Son

We need to leave isolation
Leaving huddles for acculturation
Spreading the good news 
Not just leaving it on our pews

In God's hands are our keys
To save our society's sanctity
We have been called out
The Church needed without doubt

Standing in faith not selling out
Makes me want to sing and shout
That we must live to who we are
Always following that Holy star

Sold out saints remaining silent
Fearful of being treated violent
Forgetting to stand up for what is right
Fall out as it will let's be the light

Let's be sanctified with the truth
And teach this to our youth
Influencing how things should be
Feeling so humble before the Holy

I wouldn't even know me 
Were the Spirit not in me
I want the world to hear me
That is the way path of all holy

(c) April 3, 2020  Michael Doyle
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Ubay Island - Jesus Saves

 

 

 

 

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Idylls of the Progressive Age

Continuing in this look at American History.

Learning Virtuale - Branches of Government

Idylls of the Progressive Age
by Michael Doyle

Theodore Roosevelt rose to the presidency
Upon the assassination of William McKinley
A cowboy rode into the White House that day
Formidable and enthusiastic in every way

His sharp rise in politics  had an activist view
Bringing back the power of the presidency long overdue
His belief being that Founders could not see
The sweeping changes that came with this new century

Wholly different action was needed and called for
The Stewardship Policy would allow whatever needed and more
When the coalminers threatened to close the mines
As winter was coming he threatened to break the lines

That he would enforce whatever was necessary
However much to the Constitution it was contrary
Seeking the new paths of rapid consolidation
Teddy felt certain he knew best for our nation

The government as senior partner in all business
Reelected in 1904, Roosevelt's consolidations were a business
As he proceeded with regulating through his Acts
To protect the welfare and nature in fact

Establishing land reserves and national forests
The park system brought stewardship to its best
A balance of use with respect to natural beauty
And these lands held with some degree of sanctity

John Muir felt this to be destructive of the nation
Preferring instead that all be held with pure sanctification
Seeing business as predatory and inherited wealth as worse
Roosevelt left office to William Howard Taft as a curse

Starting the Bull Moose Party to unseat his prior choice
Woodrow Wilson would rise to be become the people's voice
Roosevelt split the Republican vote with his insurgency
Ending a long period of Republican dominance in our history

Wilson felt our Constitution to be completely defective
Wishing the presidency was the head of the legislative
Influenced by Darwin, he wanted government by evolution
Thinking natural rights to be a matter of devolution 

Declaring that we were as free as they to unmake government
Systematically holding that the words of Founders were not meant
The election of 1912 was a high time of reform sentiment
Eugene Debs and all the others sought to change our government

An activist, Wilson took the lead in legislation
Raising tariffs and creating the Federal Reserve for our nation
A dazzling array of Progressive pieces of legislation
Triumphally blending trust busting and nationalism

In such a nation of advanced progressivism 
There was a disconcerting rise of hostile racism
He did have a White House dinner with Booker T. Washington
Yet, on the other hand supported segregation

There was also a tendency to disparage the Declaration
As they continued to undermine the Constitution of our nation
This was a bit of a revolution against the pillars of our society
Seen by many, including me, as being an impropriety

(c) April 3, 2020  Michael Doyle
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The Last Station - David Bowie Blackstar Memorial- Coney Island Party Train

 

 

 

 

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Thought For the Day: Thought Is the Wind, Knowledge the Sail and Mankind the Vessel

“Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.” – Augustus Hare

 

 

 

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First Principles: Passion Never Fails To Wrest the Sceptre From Reason

“In all very numerous assemblies, of whatever character composed, passion never fails to wrest the sceptre from reason. … Had every Athenian citizen been a Socrates, every Athenian assembly would still have been a mob.” – Alexander Hamilton, in Federalist Papers No. 55

 

 

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