Tag Archives: Feel

To Catch A Falling Star

To Catch A Falling Starby Michael DoyleSometimes I feelThis is not my worldI find myself searchingLooking for the doorThat will lead me awayFrom this wrong worldAnd to a place I belongFrom the ashes of yesterdayI feel as if I must … Continue reading

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For Sierra At Age Thirteen

For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading

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A Rispetto of Loneliness

Featured again is a poem form obtained from the weekly Short Form Poetry Workshop on Linden Lab’s virtual platform known as Second Life. This week the form was the rispetto. What then is a rispetto? It is a Tuscan folk … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Feel Fairly Certain That My Hatred Harms Me More Than the People Whom I Hate

“I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.” -Max Frisch, architect, playwright, and novelist (15 May 1911-1991)

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Every Name Has Its Story

Every Name Has Its Storyby Michael DoyleEvery name has its storyIn each way, giving God gloryJesus is the first born priorityGiven to us as our authorityFirst place in everythingOur inspiration for which we singBeloved and holy, putting on our heartPutting … Continue reading

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Waking From Lies

Waking From Liesby Michael DoyleThe life before usSeen as if waking from liesMaybe it never wasWe awake with opened eyesDanger stands on either sideWhile we choose our confessionWe can fake that it stops at wounded prideOr press forward despite our … Continue reading

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Words To Think

Words To Thinkby Michael DoylePraying for blessing and favorAll words linked, meant to savorIn a world changing fastSo many moments that do not lastIn this living age of accelerationWe find many moments of fascinationLiving moments of radical transformationPast a bygone … Continue reading

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Another New Song Sung

Another New Song Sungby Michael Doyle The troubled midnight and the moon’s repose                      (La figlia Che Piange – T. S. Elliot)Made me think of song I’ve yet to composeToo many … Continue reading

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The Clock Keeps Ticking

The Clock Keeps Tickingby Michael DoyleFrom that pristine sense of momentWhen we come out of the wombThe clock starts tickingWith all its joy and tormentWe become the life in the roomMaking things happen through our kickingIt is in building the … Continue reading

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First Principles: An Honest Man Can Feel Not Pleasure In the Exercise of Power Over His Fellow Citizens

“An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens.” – Thomas Jefferson (1813)

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