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Tag Archives: Daylight
A Graduated Conflict of Morality
A Graduated Conflict of Moralityby Michael DoyleThe late 1960s were a time of generational conflictWith more moral questions than principles to inflictRestrictions on all the choices between the rightAnd wrong of what was needed to get through the nightTo some, … Continue reading
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Tagged Age, Blown Smoke, Choice, Clean Cut, Cling, Conflict, Daylight, Echoes, Experience, Fading Sight, Forgot, Generational Conflict, Graduate, Hues, Late 1960s, Life, Lost Passages, Measure, Merit, Moral Questions, Morality, Motivation, Neon Signs, Night, Pleasure, Pockets of Poetry, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Pointed Vieews, Principles, Question, Quirky, quotes, Restrictions, Revealing, Right, Search, Smile, Souls, Sounds of Silence, Spirituality, Stay the Same, Stuck In A Rut, Stupid, Time, Vision, Waves of Feeling, Wrong
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The World Is Full of Dreamers
The World Is Full of Dreamersby Michael DoyleThe world’s history is played out on stagesSome of which have filled a thousand pagesBut these pages are the stuff of unequal dreamsThose who dream by daylight do so as it seemsNot with … Continue reading
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Tagged Capable, Clarity, Daylight, Dreamers, History, Lawrence of Arabia, Leadership, Pages, Poetry and Poems, Possible, Stage, T.E. Lawrence, Unequal Dreams, Vanity, Vision, World
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First Principles: There Is Nothing Concealed That Will Not Be Disclosed, Or Hidden That Will Not Be Made Known
“There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known. What you have said in the dark will be heard in the daylight, and what you have whispered in the ear in the … Continue reading
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Tagged Dark, Daylight, Disclosed, First Principles, Hidden, Known, Luke 12:2-3 (NIV), Nothing Concealed, Proclaim, Whisper
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Thought For the Day: There Are Times When We Must Sink To the Bottom of Our Misery To Understand Truth, Just As We Must Descend To the Bottom of a Well To See the Stars In Broad Daylight
“There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand truth, just as we must descend to the bottom of a well to see the stars in broad daylight.” – Vaclav Havel, writer, Czech Republic … Continue reading
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Tagged Bottom, Daylight, Descend, Misery, Sink, Stars, Thought For the Day, Times, Truth, Understand, Vaclav Havel, Well
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In His Blessing
In His Blessingby Michael DoyleKnowing the path of GodAnd finding in it stillnessIn times, it is so oddThere is a thrill in thisWalking from the darkness into lightInto the daylight from the nightWatching every move madeMy strength of faith will … Continue reading
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Tagged All Things, Blessing, Bring, Conceivable, Darkness, Daylight, Declaration, Deliver, Everything, Fade, Faith, Far, Feeling, Find, Firmament, From Below, Gaze, God, Grace, His, Light, Love, Move, Night, Odd, Path, Peace, Photograph, Place, Poem, Poetry, Possible, Power, Presence, Promise, Providence, Refuge, Safe, Seen, Sense, Stars, Stillness, Strength, Surrender, Thrill, Times, True Inspiration, Walk, Watch
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Death Under the Moon
Halloween Poem #16: Death Under the Moon by Michael Romani With our demons friended All light has ended We walk in the darkness Keenly aware of our harshness Such is the power and insistence That good gives way without resistance … Continue reading
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Tagged Aware, Conceit, Creature, Dark, Daylight, Death, Deliver, Demon, End, Feed, Fog, Freed, Friend, Fright, Full Moon, Glory, Good, Halloween, Harshness, Hide, Kiss, Know, Light, London, Miss, Moon, Mortal, Nerve, Night, Pestilence, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Power, Ravage, Resist, Reveal, Satisfy, Shine, Story, Truth, Walk, Wrath, Youth
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The Inhumanity of It All
If monsters had their say, what would they? The Inhumanity of It All by Michael Romani If monsters had their say, what would they? What are they but creatures of habit that obey The call of their natures feeding their … Continue reading
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Tagged Addiction, Affliction, Bleed, Bloodlust, Born, Creatures, Curse, Daylight, Discern, Dracula, Eden, Focus, Funeral Dirge, Gore, Habit, Halloween, History, Hunters, Inhumanity, Joy, Kindness, League, Lean, Loch Ness Monster, Love, Mark of Cain, Moan, Monsters, Moon Blindness, Mourn, North Star, Peace, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Political Ends, Primal Urge, Self Aflliction, Solitary, Survival, Wolfman, World War
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