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A Mustang’s Spirit
A Mustang’s Spiritby Michael DoyleA mustang’s spirit can never be brokenThe wild wind said in words unspokenInto the sky, the story of wild turned to loveBorn in a meadow with only the stars aboveSkies as endless as these were beautifulShy … Continue reading
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Tagged Ache, Actuality, Bad Days, Beautiful, Born, Broken, Call of Freedom, Coming, Composed, Destiny, Endless, Final Truth, Full S;pirit, Gentle, Give and Take, Keeps, Kind, Learning, Longest Journey, Love, Love Is Never Far, Love Without Measure, Meadow, Mustang, Never Forsake, Noble, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Range, Ride, Rising, Shaken, Shortest Night, Shy But Strong, Sight, Skies, Sky, Spirit, Stars, Stars Above, Surprising, Symphony, Taken, Talk, The Fire, Time Tells, Truth of Personality, Turned, Turned Around, Wild, Wild Spirit, Wild Wind, Without Sympathy, Wonderful, Words Unspoken, World
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Wounds Let In the Light
Wounds Let In the Lightby Michael DoyleThey say our wounds let in the lightI don’t know if it’s by experience or second lightBut something about this notion is wound tightAnd from what I have seen, perhaps they’re rightThe worst wound … Continue reading
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Tagged Bear, Believed, Better Selves, Born, Clear, Comfort, Dead, Deeply Understood, Defend, Enter, Experience, Fatality, Fate, Forced Wrong, Give Almost Anything, Guilt, Immortality, Innately Good, Innocent, Lane, Life, Light, Little Left, Moral Injury, Mortality, Name, No Going Back, Notion, Ourselves, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Right, River, Same, Sear, Second Light, Seen, Self-Confessed, Shame, Sin, Smoke Clears, Soul, Stood, To Return, War's End, Worst Wound, Wound Tight, Wounds
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Thought For the Day: It Is Perhaps A More Fortunate Destiny To Have A Taste For Collecting Shells Than To Be Born A Millionaire
“It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire.” -Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (13 Nov 1850-1894)
Posted in First Principles
Tagged Born, Collect, Destiny, Fortunate, Millionaire, Perhaps, Robert Louis Stevenson, Shells, Taste
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Story Book Connection
Story Book Connectionby Michael DoyleWe met in a moment of quiet conversationOur talking led to smiles without hesitationAnd with every further touch I now findYou are the one that will never be left behindTo me there never really was a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Angel, Beauty, Born, Busy, Child, Connection, Dream, Feeling, Feelings, God, Guitar, Happiness, Heart, Heitation, Hesitation, Joy, Magic, Met, Never Left Behind, Photogrpah, Poem, Poetry, Question, Quiet Conversation, Reveal, Sharing, Show, Smiles, Song, Story Book, Talking, The one, Time, Today, Token of My Affection, Tomorrow, Touch, Touching You, True Loe, Twice, Week, Your Heart
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Some Times We Can Wait No Longer
Some Times We Can Wait No Longerby Michael DoyleSocrates and Jesus took their last breathsAs each of these were put to their deathsAccused and tried for treason and blasphemyAnd in corrupting the young by truth’s divinityThe noble search and allegiance … Continue reading
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Tagged Above, Allegiance, Allow Life, Appreciate, Beauty, Beyond Compare, Beyond Our Control, Blasphemy, Born, Burn, Call, Chain, Commiseration, Complication, Consolation, Corrupt, Curing, Dedication, Derive, Divine Comedy, Divinity, Document, Emperor, Enduring, Evil, Evil Intent, Explanation, Faithful, Fame and Fortune, Fate, Freed Thoughts, Freedoms, Gained Victory, Gifts, Gives and Takes, God's Instruments, Good, Happiness, Harsh, Hatred, Heaven, History, Holy and Good, Humanity, Imprisoned, Instrument, Jesus, Justice, Know, Last Breath, Laughter, Led, Library, Life, Literature, Live, Live On, Lose Charm, Loss, Love, Martin Luther King Jr, Mean, Mind, Misery, Must, No Longer, Noble, Nothing, Others, Outside Agitator, Overome, Philosophy, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Power of Belief, Providence, Put to Death, Real Form, Respond, Returning Good for Evil, Reveal, Rhapsody, Search, Second Guess, Segregation, Sermons, Shackled Will, Slander, Socrates, Some Times We Wait No Longer, Sung, Tatter, Theta, Times, Treason, Trouble, Trust, Truth, Understood, Unwise, Venerate, Wait, Wicked Consolation, World, Wrong, Young
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Be Your Own Hero
Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … Continue reading
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Tagged Able, Abuses, Afraid, Against, Aloone, Answering, Answers, Believe, Born, Breath, Calls, Cancer, Charade, Circumstance, Condone, Convince, Cupidity, Cure, Cuts, Dark, Death, Despite, Dingy, Dirty, Double Edged Sword, Drink, Duplicity, Even, Fabric of Society, Filed Away, Find, Finding Clues, Forgot, Front, Half A Shot, Hero, Heroism, Hidden, Hiding, Hope, Ignore, Incurable, Justification, Lessons, Life, Madness, Make It Right, Malignant, Mask, Masquerade, Music, Night, Others, Pardon, Pause, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Profuse, Pushing Through, Put Aside, Real, Recess, Screens, See, Self, Silence, Speak, Stand, Stronger, Stubborn, Swallowed Pride, Take the Hit, Tasks, Tattered, Think, Torn, True, Truth and Light, Unbreakable, Unspeakable, Vast, Villainy, Violence, Warning, Who We Want to Be, Why, Worse, Your Own
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Having Heard the Warning
Further reflections on my eldest daughter turning 13: Heaving Heard the Warning by Michael Doyle On Saturday night as I kissed you into sleep There was a part of me that wanted to keep This moment forever as a sacred … Continue reading
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Tagged Adult, All Good, All of Your Charms, All of Your Days, Always Been, Beautiful, Blue, Blur, Born, Bow, By Example, By-Word, Camera's Eye, Catch You Safely, Change, Childhood, Come, Crystal, Cuddle, Daughter, Do All Things, Each Moment, Each Year, Enchant, Every Word, Eyes, Fade, Fear, First, First Beams, First Light, Five More Years, Forever, Given, Go, God, Goodbye To Childhood, Greatest Gift, Greatest Truth, Happy, Hard To Write, Having Heard, heartbeat, Hello, Hid Behind, Hold My Hand, Human Beings, I Will Be there, If You Stumble, Just A Bit, Keep, Kissed, Known To A Man, Label, Last, Let Go, Let You, Life Can Be Tough, Life's Story, Little Girl, Lived, Living, Look Forward, Looked Up, Loving His Daughter, Magical, Measure, Memories, Moment, More Precious, More To Me, Morning, Most Favorite, My Arms, My Heart, North Star, Not Easy, One of My Two, Part, Part of Me, Persevere, Photography, Play, Poem, Poetry, Realize, Realm, Reflection, Revere, Sacred Prayer, Sacred Treasure, Sad, Sail Into, Saturday Night, See Me Cry, Sleep, Smile, Society, Some Young Man, Soulful, Special, Sunday, Sunrise, Teaching You, Teaching You To live, Tears In My Eyes, Tears of Love, The Days Have Passed, The Warning, To Let Go, To Let Me Know, Turning 13, Unafraid, Uncharted Territory, Understand, Warning, Watch the Movie, Watched, Were, Within, Words, Wrapped, You Are, You Love Me, You Ought, Young Heart, Young Lady, Your Father, Your Own
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Slow Like A Mule
Blues and fusion offers it’s own kick of long solos filled with hot licks. But in all of this, there is that groove and it punches slow like a mule. No one threw those punches better than Betty Davis. Slow … Continue reading
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Tagged Betty Davis, Blues, Boogie, Born, Celebration, Choice, Critics, Deep, Difference, Disappear, Disenchant, Enigma, Falling Light, Fear, Full Truth, Funk Queen, Fusion, Genteel, Get It On, Gift, Gone, Heart, Heavy, Inclusive, Keep, Keeping It Real, Legend, Liberation, Life, Long Legged, Loose Goose, Mojo, Mule, Music, Mystery, Night, Note, Offer, Photograph, Place, Poem, Poetry, Polish, Queen, Raven, Raw, Reclusive, Reign, Reverence, Ring, Road, Show, Sirens, Slap Down, Slow, Soul Sacrifice, Space, Starlight, Steamy Night, Told, Tome, Tree, Walk, Watch, Whiskey Courage
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The Good of the Middle
Complex isn’t it? Good in the bad; bad in the good. And we swear our allegiance to one or the other while seemingly never getting it completely right. The Good of the Middle by Michael Doyle Is man good Or, … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad, Become, Before, Born, Born Good, Breath, Burn, Candle, Change, Collective, Do Evil, Do Good, Evil, Good, Grave, Humanity, Know, Learn, Lesson, Little, Long Way, Mankind, Middle, Morality, Most Days, One Size Fits All, Perspective, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Priority, Slip, Taken, This Way, Time, Try, Twist, Walk, Want To Be
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