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These Are the Days of Us
Dedicated to my youngest daughter who I very dearly love and very nearly lost two years ago today… These Are the Days of Usby Michael DoyleThese are the days of usI learned this from a childWho gave this wisdom becauseThis … Continue reading
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Tagged ABCs, All the Things, Ascendant, Because, Beguile, Belief, Blame, Burn, Child, Days of Us, Discern, Dreams, Each Other, Faith and Love, Favor, Fist, Fit, Glove, God, Hate, Important, Learrn, Matters, Meaning, My Student, One Another, One Lesson, Play, Poetry and Poems, Put Aside, Real Love, Reprise, Shame, Teach, Theme, Wisdom
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Coming Back Again
Coming Back Againby Michael DoyleIn the killing schoolI met my limits and wonThat is life’s only ruleTo never be done – There’s a storm insideThat burns like a fireSomewhere beyond the walls of prideIt flows like a river of desirePushing … Continue reading
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Tagged Again, Beyond, Blackest Night, Blocking Out, Burn, Capable, Coming Back, Desire, Determination, Edge, End, Eyes, Feelings, Fight, Find, Fire, Gain, Inside, Killing School, Ledge, Life, Limits, Moving Beyond, Never Be Done, Only Rule, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Possible, Pride, Prize, Push, River, Storm, Sunrise, Walk
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In Healing Hymn
In Healing Hymnby Michael DoyleTo be human is to fantasizeMore than can be seen with naked eyesWorried about what ghouls might beAfter death’s last-breath tragedyWe keep our eyes on what is nextAnd all the riddles that do connectCaught in our … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Arrogance, Bittersweet, Blasphemy, Breath, Burn, Bury, Climb, Conceal, Courage, Cure, Death, Desceration, Die, Dream, Endure, Fadeaway, Faithlessness, Fantasize, Flowers, Fluidity, Ghouls, God, Grave, Grow, Heal, Health and Sickness, Heart, Heartbreak, Heaven's Gate, Hesitation, Human, Hymn, Know, Lives, Lullaby, Measure, Memories, Mortal Love, Mountain, Mourn, Mystic, Naked Eyes, Offense, Pockets of Desolation, Poetry and Poems, Pursue, Question, Remembered, Resurrection, Riddles, Sacred Reason, Save, Sin, Sorrow, Sympathy, Timid Souls, Tomorrow, Tragedy, Treasure, Yesterday
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The Black Book Blues
The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad As It Ever Was, Battles, Black Book, Blues, Broken, Brutal, Burn, Change, Clot, Clown, Corruption, Cost, Danger, Evil, Father's Hand, Good, Grief, Heart, Heartbreak, Hide, Honest Man, Incendiary, Integrity, Lesson, Light, Look, Memories, Mercies, Mercy, Mistake, Mud, None, Nowhere, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Price, Relief, Right, Run, Sand, Shown, Sight, Snare, Son's Blood, Spare, Stranger, Token, Tossed, Truth, Understood, Wink and Nudge, Youth
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Visceral Causes
The fifth and final of the series based on the science fiction movie, Alien. Visceral Causesby Michael DoyleThe visceral causes bits of reactionConnected to the phobias with distinctionA baby born with a visual screamBirthing the nightmare, where might have been … Continue reading
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Tagged Baby, Birth, Black, Blank Slate, Burn, Cause, Chance, Clouds, Collective Memory, Dance, Darkest Corners, Dedicate, Distinction, Dreams, Escape, Essence, Frequency, Future, Height of Creativity, Hollywood, Human Beings, Inside, Inter-Connection, Learn, Lessons, Linear Direction, Mother, Name, Nightmare, No Limits, Nuance, Pass, Past, Phobia, Poetry and Poems, Possibility, Reaction, Reactivity, Reality, Remaining, Sand, Screen, Self-Destruction, Shadow, Shapes, Thoughts, Unknown, Visceral, Visual Scream, Window, World
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Uthred of Bamburgh
Uthred of Bamburghby Michael DoyleThe blood runs deepAs Saxon mothers weepSatan has crossed the landsUnder blood thirst’s craven commandVahalla’s gates open wideWatching as seven kings diedThe Valkyries accept the deathAs Uthred draws his last breathA hero though rarely namedIf England … Continue reading
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Tagged Betrayals, Blame, Blood, Breath, Burn, Burning Hearts, Cold, Craven, Death, Deep, England, Fall, Family Ties, Fiction, Flames, Flicker, Halls, Hero, History, Kings, Lands, Learn, Lost, Mytery, Oath, Poetry and Poems, Real Man, Sacred, Satan, Saxon, Seven, Sir Lancelot, Sky, Thirst, Uthred of Bamburgh, Vahalla, Valykyries, Weep, Wide, Winter, Word
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First Principles: The Burning of An Author’s Books, Imprisonment For Opinion’s Sake, Has Always Been the Tribute That An Ignorant Age Pays To the Genius of Its Time
“The burning of an author’s books, imprisonment for opinion’s sake, has always been the tribute that an ignorant age pays to the genius of its time.” – Joseph Allen (1749-1827)
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Tagged Author's Books, Burn, Dare, First Principles, Genius, Ignorant Age, Imprisonment, John Adams, Joseph Allen, Opinion's Sake, Pay, Read, Speak, Think, Time, Tribute, Wirte
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Troubled Thoughts In the Night
Troubled Thoughts In the Nightby Michael DoyleLife knows its bestSpoken like a new languageIt’s written in secret alphabetYou can feel its rising heatSomewhere in that middle passageWithout words it reveals its secretA divine messenger singsOn the wind like a ghost … Continue reading
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Tagged Belong, Best, Borrowing Troubles, Breath, Burn, Death, Death Stings, Discern, Divine Messenger, Doctors, Emotions, Feast, Ghost Song, Hope, Hopeless, Icy Claws, Immaculate Notions, Language, Life, Lonely Night, Middle Passage, Night, Notes, Passing, Patience, Poetry and Poems, Reveal, Rising Heat, Secret Alphabet, Sequence, Sky, Solomon, Stainless, Starless, Thoughts, Trouble, Troubled, Two, Whisper, Wind, Wisdom
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Thought For the Day: The Only Sure Weapon Against Bad Ideas Is Better Ideas. The Source of Better Ideas Is Wisdom.
“Books won’t stay banned. They won’t burn. Ideas won’t go to jail. In the long run of history, the censor and the inquisitor have always lost. The only sure weapon against bad ideas is better ideas. The source of better … Continue reading
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Tagged Alfred Whitney Griswold, Always, Bad Ideas, Banned, Better Ideas, Books, Burn, Censor, Ideas, Inquisitor, Jail, Long Run of History, Lost, Only, Source, Sure Weapon, Thought For the Day, Wisdom
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