Tag Archives: Endure

To Walk Like Job

To Walk Like Jobby Michael DoyleThere is nothing so much as we regretAs to have not leaned in toward the netFending off against all intimidationAnd fighting back with concentrationWe see the proof in the documentationBut not so much in its … Continue reading

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Practiced Denial

Practiced Denialby Michael DoyleWe laugh, we smileWe practice our denialTrying hard to hideFeelings we can’t confideThere are words unspokenLike sharp sticks pokingLeaving wounds that will scarIt all went a bit too farPainted like a clownIt always got me downLike a … Continue reading

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First Principles: No Temptation Has Overtaken You Except What Is Common To Mankind

“No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so … Continue reading

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Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Blues

Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Bluesby Michael DoyleWith the pressure of coal refractiveIn a life hard lived and extractiveA diamond’s aspects glitter in their huesThe Bronx Bull lived his blackened bluesWhen out of the ring, his prowess was as abusiveAs his desire … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: It Is Well For A Man When He Has Learned To Endure What He Cannot Change, and To Give Up With Dignity What He Cannot Retain

“It is well for a man when he has learned to endure what he cannot change, and to give up with dignity what he cannot retain.” – Friedrich Schiller

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In Healing Hymn

In Healing Hymnby Michael DoyleTo be human is to fantasizeMore than can be seen with naked eyesWorried about what ghouls might beAfter death’s last-breath tragedyWe keep our eyes on what is nextAnd all the riddles that do connectCaught in our … Continue reading

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First Principles: Honor, Justice, and Humanity, Forbid Us Tamely To Surrender That Freedom Which We Received From Our Gallant Ancestors

“Honor, justice, and humanity, forbid us tamely to surrender that freedom which we received from our gallant ancestors, and which our innocent posterity have a right to receive from us. We cannot endure the infamy and guilt of resigning succeeding … Continue reading

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Consent of the Governed

Consent of the Governedby Michael DoyleAs a people, our government transformedWhen we could not be forcefully conformedTo a loss of rightful, popular sovereigntyThis could not be allowed by our dignityUnjust in his dictatorial set of actionsWe, the Americans, demanded satisfactionThis … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The United States and the Freedom For Which It Stands, the Freedom For Which They Died, Must Endure and Prosper

“If words cannot repay the debt we owe these men, surely with our actions we must strive to keep faith with them and with the vision that led them to battle and final sacrifice.” “Our first obligation to them and … Continue reading

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Funny How Time Slips Away

Funny How Time Slips Awayby Michael DoyleI was thinking just the other dayIsn’t it funny how time slips away?Somewhere between country and rockThere’s need for living by straight talkLife has its beats and tribulationsTimes of sadness and of jubilationsIndulging in … Continue reading

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