Tag Archives: Dreams

So Begins Hope

So Begins Hopeby Michael DoyleSo begins hope for a golden ageWe stand as we turn our pageVowing in integrity to quench our thirstStep by step, we’ll make America firstAs exceptional as America’s past successTruth in challenges is sought in testsAs … Continue reading

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Virtual Love Song

Virtual Love Songby Michael Doyle She peeked inside my windowTell me how was I to knowFrom outside my hdden shadowWas the heart that would rattle my soul Shaking me into a hope for tomorrowAnd make me forget my sorrowShe’s filling … Continue reading

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In the Snows of France

In the Snows of Franceby Michael DoyleDoc was a medicRunning from hole to holeThere wasn’t a foxWho didn’t know his soulThe Germans kept comingWith machine guns drummingSounding off in the darkest nightThe 101st prayed for the morning lightA little drip … Continue reading

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To Love Like Swans

To NadinKatrin: To Love Like Swansby Michael Doyle Our love is like the love of swansMy love, you are always in my heartWe may now swim separate pondsBut in our hearts, we are never apart It hurts when I can’t … Continue reading

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Christmas and Its Dysfunctions

Christmas and Its Dysfunctionsby Michael DoyleLife around Christmas can be crazyThough the reasons why can feel hazyThe story of Christmas continues on and onIn versions of dreams from just beyondBut with family, it comes togetherWith every improvised verse, it just … Continue reading

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Places Forms Voice

Place Forms Voiceby Michael DoyleIt’s said that place forms voiceEven when it’s not of our choiceIn my life, I’ve traveled aroundAnd this is what I, too, have foundThis is especially true of poetryEach of us is formed by our countryIt’s … Continue reading

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On Hunt For the Moments

On Hunt For the Momentsby Michael DoyleIn my life’s recent historyI have written tons of poetryIn happiness and in tormentI find myself on the hunt for momentsWith x-ray eyes for what is rightI approach the world in second sightFor the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Only Those Who Have the Patience To Do Simple Things Perfectly Will Acquire the Skill To Do Difficult Things Easily

“Only those who have the patience to do simple things perfectly will acquire the skill to do difficult things easily.” – Friedrich Schiller, Die Braut von Messina (The Bride of Messina), Act IV, sc. vii (1803 — This line out of … Continue reading

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In the Solitude of Darkness

In the Solitude of Darknessby Michael DoyleTo the degree that I do not fearI am powerful enough to persevereI say this with a heavy-hearted sighAs my soul fixes its intellectual eyeThe love and rage that exists inside meHave become the … Continue reading

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From the Mountains of Madness

From the Mountains of Madnessby Michael DoyleIt’s difficult to say which came firstWas it feelings of fear or bloody thirst That moves souls beyond the edges of sadnessPilloried by the blinding drive of madnessThe dreams of men are older than … Continue reading

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