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A Cry for Uvalde

A Cry for Uvaldeby Michael DoyleSomewhere beyond a world of feelingIs the way of knowing healingThese are the times for being an exampleThe differences made will be ampleFighting not with fists but with prayerPeeling back the onion of life, layer … Continue reading

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The Power In God’s Name

The Power In God’s Nameby Michael DoyleWe believe in the sameThe power in God’s nameThough it feels impossibleWe know in God, all is capableMiracles out of nowhereThe final say of what is fairThe mover of the breakableFinds voice in the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Perhaps Travel Cannot Prevent Bigotry, But By Demonstrating That All Peoples Cry, Laugh, Eat, Worry, and Die,…If We Try…We May Even Become Friends

“Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.” -Maya Angelou, poet (4 Apr … Continue reading

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As If Nothing Else Matters

As If Nothing Else Mattersby Michael DoyleHow do you protect Russian speakersBy bombing them into oblivion?Mix up that experiment in your beakerYou say you’re doing this as a guardian?Returning to the homeland of the RusWhile treating the natives as if … Continue reading

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On the Altar of My Life

On the Altar of My Lifeby Michael DoyleIn every moment, even or oddYou put me together, Lord GodIn every flaw and every breakYou have eased every single acheYou have shown me the truthLived every moment since my youthEvery shame of … Continue reading

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Benign Neglect

Benign Neglectby Michael DoyleThere is a benign neglectBehind “with all due respect”That cannot be missedEven when sealed by a Judas kissPassions passed down by generationSkills kept in venerationThe wrong path with correct conclusionStill feels like it is mass confusionHalf-remembered, glanced … Continue reading

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Hymn To the 2020 Christmas Star

Hymn To the 2020 Christmas Starby Michael Doyle 2020 has been a year soul revealingCovid and larceny were ever stealingAny hope for semblance of hopefulnessDenying any hint of serenity and bliss We cried and wondered out of hopeTrying our best … Continue reading

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The Death Head of Night

The Death Head of Nightby Michael DoyleThere in the darkest of the 20th CenturyWere pages to learn from in our historySuch evil as was darker than the nightWhere our traditions still bring us lightNo matter what the king tells usTruth … Continue reading

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Knowing of the Why

Knowing of the Whyby Michael DoyleI believe I know the whyOf why a weeping willow criesWhen there was no time for goodbyeAnd that’s the case for each of us who diesEven in the best case of stabilityThere lies the uncanny … Continue reading

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The Solace of Life’s Magnitude

The Solace of Life’s Magnitudeby Michael DoyleI’ve never quite decided the tragedyIn the inches of life’s comedyIt’s all just another way to dieQuite laughable in how it brings another cryThere in the bullet that’s firedIs the bang up finish that … Continue reading

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