Tag Archives: Eyes

Until My Eyes Close

Until My Eyes Closeby Michael DoyleThe other day, I was so tiredIt seemed my life was a tearAnd though the coffee kept me firedMy heart felt troubled and insincereLike I wished that I could find an exitFrom this highway, I … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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As To Heaven, Our Hands Raise

As To Heaven, Our Hands Raiseby Michael DoyleIn our Christian legacyJesus is our first priorityHe is before all other thingsAnd He is for whom we singIn the beginning was the WordBefore any other thought occurredUntil He came to dwell among … Continue reading

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A Father’s Love

A Father’s Loveby Michael DoyleA young girl hurtsWith the soul of a womanWhy doesn’t anyone understandA father listens, alert -Doing the best that he canSilently, he offers his handShe dries her eyesWhile he simply listensTo the questions on her mindHe … Continue reading

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Cicero Speaks On Becoming Older

Cicero Speaks On Becoming Olderby Michael DoyleLife passes through many a stageUntil calumniating in old ageIt’s a folly to hold this in despiseWe’d be better off to open our eyesCicero offers us his philosopher’s lookIn his writing of many a … Continue reading

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To See the World Again

To See the World Againby Michael DoyleTo see the world through new eyesIt might help me to again realizeThe splendors too often taken for grantedBy those of us whose views are slantedLights like stars seem to aboundAs life loses its … Continue reading

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Learning To Not Be Anxious

Learning To Not Be Anxiousby Michael DoyleTossing and turning without sleepFilled with thoughts that won’t keepThis world is filled with complexityEnough to fill our hearts with anxietyThe restlessness of what we must endureFor all these trepidations there is a cureThere … Continue reading

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Making Moments Memories

Making Moments Memoriesby Michael DoyleIt’s the momentsNot selfies that we needIn these times that aren’t contentBut from these, we can be freedLike mental orgasmsCrept up on with enthusiasmNot the dull day of egoThat add up to practically zeroOne photo after … Continue reading

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A Brodsky View of the Pandemic

A Brodsky View of the Pandemicby Michael DoyleShow trial advances without stayCharges pressed without any delayThe time arrives to dispense all playIn a fluke filled with fearsCame the nice as if to cheersThat would repeat themselves through yearsQuickly then comes … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: None Are More Hopelessly Enslaved Than Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free

“None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)

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