Tag Archives: Approximation

Counting the Days

Posted on September 25, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Counting the Daysby Michael DoyleI hear from some voices to accentuateThe closest approximation to the positive.Sometimes that’s hard with all the dysfunctionalityThat comes from being part of the human family.I have to remind myself that I am not falling,And these … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Accentuate, Alright, Amusement, Approximation, Blame, Calling, Clock, Count, Days, Death, Dream, Dysfuntionality, Epidemic, Explore, Faded Questions, Falling, Future Shock, Hold On Tight, Human FAmily, Improvement, lLife, Love Another, Moon Up, Out of Control, Pandemic, Poetry and Poems, Positive, Remind, Rock, Roll, Shame, Soul, Sunrise, Surprise, Taste, Voice, Waste, Whie | Leave a comment

Politically Incorrect Revisited

Posted on September 6, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

Politically Incorrect Revisitedby Michael DoyleIs there some kind of fearThat we the people might persevereInto the rapid-fire shaking upCrystalized by making upToo many improvised linesSliding through topical landminesIn an approximation of real-timeThat edges up into the sublimeIt’s that take no … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Approximation, Certainty, Childproof, Comic, Commentary, Complex, Consequence, Damages, Dare, Deserve, Doubt, Edge, Elevate, Evident, Evolution, Evolve, Expect, Express, Facts, Fear, Harsh Truth, Humor, Improvised Lines, Indignant, Inflict, Interplay, Involve, Irreverent, Know, LandMines, Lend, Less Direct, Making Up, Mental, Monlogue, Necessary Players, Open Conflict, Pass, Persevere, Play, Poetry and Poems, Poison, Politically Incorrect, Principles, Put, Questions, Rapid Fire, React, Real Time, Relevance, Respect, Revisit, Revolution, Say, Sensitivity, Shaking Up, Straightforward, Sublime, Take-No-Prisoners, Televise, Topical, Tragedy, Travellogue, Truth, Urgency, Words, Worked Out, World, Youth | Leave a comment

Between the Uncomfortable Truths

Posted on July 29, 2023 by alohapromisesforever

Between the Uncomfortable Truthsby Michael DoyleIn the uncomfortable truths there were connectionsNothing compared to her open, honest reflectionsOn those things often very difficult to sayShe never paid much mind to bringing controversy to the dayPerhaps it is that she truly … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Ahead of Her Time, Another Day, Approximation, Artistry, Attempt, Bardo, Bardo of Experienced True Reality, Between, Between Death and Rebirth, Bi-Polar Disorder, Bled, Bound, Brought Down Slow, Caged, Candle, Child, Circumspection, Clear Light, Come, Compassion and Wisdom, Concealed, Connection, Controversy, Conversations, Corridor, Cosmic Liberation, Cross, Culpable, Death, Death Closes In, Defiled, Deities, Devastation, Different Orders, Difficult To Say, Dimensions, Drawn Back, Duality, Earth, Edges, Entirely Undone, Express, Extinction of Illussion, Fateful Day, Fearlessness, Fine Romance, Fleeting Mometns, Forgot, God's Kingdom, Guide, Honest, Honesty, Increments, Karmic Hazard, Last Breath, Liberation, Life, Lived Undead, Lose, Losses, Love Transcended, Maya's Veils, Morality, Multiple Forms, Mystical Union, Nothing Compared, One's Breath, Open, Paid, Parent, Peace, Peaceful, Place of Healing, Poetry and Poems, Post-Conventional, Prior, Properly Alive, Properly Dead, Realities, Reality, Reflections, Regained, Regret, Rememberings, Remorse, Restratined, Said It Best, Sinead O'Connor, Slide, Sorrow, Soul Revealing, Soulmate, Spiritual Borders, Spiritually Capable, Starry Firmament, Stone, Success, Surprising, Suspended, Tomorrow, Truly Hearing, Truths, Tweet, Twilight Language, Uncertain Circumstance, Uncomfortable, Understanding, Unholy Feeling, Up-Ended, Voice, Walk, Walk the Line, Wisdom, Words, Words of Love, World's Loss, World's Soul, Wrathful, Yab-Yum | Leave a comment

A Thinking Plague

Posted on December 28, 2021 by alohapromisesforever

A Thinking Plagueby Michael DoylePeeped at through the window my mind’s eyeIt seems to philosophize is to learn to dieThere is to every life an adversary named deathOne that we must fight until our last breathFruitful in our play had … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Adversary, Analysis, Approach, Approximation, Brings, Composition, Conversation, Death, Destination, Detachment, Die, Dreams, Forgot, Hume, Last Breath, Life, Long Road, Meant, Measure, Middle Ground, Obfuscation, Paralysis, Parchment, Pen, Philosophy, Plague, Poetry and Poems, Quest, Reproach, Sinners and Saints, Society, Tale, Taught, Think, Thinking, Tomorrow, Treasure, Window | Leave a comment

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