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Lessons of Sadie Hawkins

Life in its myriad of dances has it’s meaning sometimes coming in multiples of delusion… Lessons of Sadie Hawkins by Michael Doyle Sock hop memories wake the school Where twists in plot are the rule All of life is filtered … Continue reading

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All Life Is Sacred

Perhaps  I repeat myself in saying that elevating one skin tone or sex over another is as wrong as having the first offense kept in place.  Love and respect for each other is what is needed.  All lives are sacred. … Continue reading

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In A Place of Longing

Based in part on Augustine’s Enchiridion: In A Place of Longing by Michael Doyle I suppose there’s no sense in prolonging Stating that the gist of life is belonging The rumor has it that its in what we love And … Continue reading

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The Dreamwork of Nightmares

In these dark times when it is so hard to be optimistic, can anyone be blamed for having nightmares?  But what then are these? The Dreamwork of Nightmares by Michael Doyle Even still as we grow and mature We find … Continue reading

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In A Question of Liberty

On this second day of Na/GloPoWriMo,  we are invited to explore writing a poem that avoids closure by providing the open end of the question.  I believe that as an invitation to explore a significant question raised by a far … Continue reading

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Tattered Hall

At times, life is a bittersweet drink and yet still it is what quenches our thirst. Tattered Hall by Michael Romani With the tolling of the bells The poet is announced dead All the mystery and half of the spells … Continue reading

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American Lion: Speaker of Truth

Frederick Douglass was a Republican.   I love when I read the Left try to work its way around that with lies and pretense and then try to make the case anything but than it was.  The Republicans formed in … Continue reading

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