Tag Archives: Contemplative

Pharma Broke Faith

Pharma Broke Faithby Michael DoyleThe system we live in tends to treat the sick.Working toward wellness would be and is my pick.Have a handful of pills and feel more diseased.This is not workable and people are not pleased.Bodies need balance … Continue reading

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Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?

Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?by Michael DoyleThe teenaged yearsOf Saturday night solitudeWas a parade of smiles and tearsAnd many dramasWaiting to intrudeInto the happiness that cameAnd that provided the frameIn moments of ShakespeareThat kept us awakeMaking us braver than our … Continue reading

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The Problem of Pride

The Problem of Prideby Michael DoyleEasily knownPride is the diseaseWe’ve seen this and it showsPutting us all ill at easeSeen in others, we forgetAll of those thingsWe struggle and yet we forgetAll the troubles, living bringsSeemingly standing positiveBut we think … Continue reading

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