Tag Archives: Eyes

Happy Is Man’s Unknown Door

Happy Is Man’s Unknown Doorby Michael DoyleI see it thereIn your eyes.How life has taught,Making you more wise.Much of life Comes to us by surprise.Happy are those Who live past probable demise.Happy is the man who lives,Rising up from life’s … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: When I Can Look Life In the Eyes, Grown Calm and Very Coldly Wise, Life Will Have Given Me the Truth, and Taken In Exchange, My Youth

“When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth.” – Sara Teasdale

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Whispered Words

Whispered Wordsby Michael DoyleYour whispered words,I questioned why.When I listened closely,They sounded like goodbye.You hardly had time to live,Let alone time to die.At your graveside,All I could do was wonder why.In my eyes,You had been such a beautiful child.I say … Continue reading

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Always, Never, and Forever

Always, Never, and Foreverby Michael DoyleAlways, never, and forever,A girl in her youth though herself clever.With a haughty sense, and lacking graceShe said goodbye to his parental embrace.Her father silently let go,Hurting that he had barely said hello.It’s the modern … Continue reading

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Something Beyond Beautiful

Something Beyond Beautifulby Michael DoyleWhen the hurricanes pass me by,And I realize that I did not die.I go to the place where the river flows,That quiet place where nobody goes.I find that passion has ruled my game,And my character has … Continue reading

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We Will Do the Rest

We Will Do the Restby Michael DoyleWith a little rain and the truest grit Following admonitions to never forget,We’ll know liberty’s tree from its roots grownTo the top of freedom’s leaves, deeply flowing.We’ve driven the distance to see the sightsAcross … Continue reading

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The Riddle of the Sands

The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading

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As Invincible As the Stars

As Invincible As the Starsby Michael DoyleAnother Father’s Day approaches soon.I think on this under the shining moon.I love talking to each of my daughters,And I realized I’m blessed to be their father.I think on the long drives and all … Continue reading

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The Shaman’s Missing Chord

The Shaman’s Missing Chordby Michael DoyleThe struggle for life’s force,The mystery in seeking its source,Blazed as Morrison’s eyes glow.On what side would we learn to know.It’s easier to scare an audience,Portraying the figure of scorn and diffidence.Twirling into a dance … Continue reading

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Memory’s Connection

Memory’s Connectionby Michael DoyleMemory goes beyond mere collection.Below the skin is the synaptic connection.Life is weathered by the sun and the rain,Until there is no awareness left in the brain.Dementia is nature’s worst solitude,Alone in the night where emptiness intrudes.Alzheimer’s … Continue reading

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