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Na/GloPoWriMo #18: “I Began My Life…”
Na/GloPoWriMo #18: “I Began My Life…” by Michael Doyle Grabbing this pony by the bridle Chapters do not really need a title That seems wisest, he quietly said And yet that’s not the task, replied his head So alright, as … Continue reading
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Tagged Attempts, Borrow This, Bridle, Chapters, Clever, Collection, David Copperfield, Doubt, Drink, End, Fall On Deaf Ears, Familiar, Friend, Good One, Head, Hint, I Began My Life, I Don't Like It, Instead, Lost, Manage, Meager Musings, My Mind, Na/GloPoWriMo, Nobility, Of My Own Account, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Pony, Poor David, Quiet, Rational Thought, Reply, Sake, Shut, Simplicity, Sipping, Task, Think, Think of Me, Those Sought, Title, Tremendous Phrases, Wise, Wonder What It's About, Wondered, Yield
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Na/GloPoWriMo #8: The Jester’s Crown
Na/GloPoWriMo #8: The Jester’s Crownby Michael DoyleThis poem is for all who gatheredThat might have been better tarred and featheredFor all of those unfazed by the many stormsThat make up all of life’s normsIn the beginning, I knew there’d be … Continue reading
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Tagged All Those, Amply, An End, Been Better, Cold, Complaints, Complete, Depend, Family, Far Too Few, Friend, Gathered, Given, Good Cheer, Happier Still, Happily, Hard, Heaven, Helped To Pass the Time, Hoe-down, In the Beginning, Jester's Crown, Lend, Life, Mine, Na/GloPoWriMo, Never Mend, None Are Too Serious, Norms, One more Dance, Or Do, Payback, Play This Card, Poem, Poetry and Poems, Pouring, Rife, Silent Life, Simple Man's, Somebody, Someone, Spend My Moments, Storms, Tarred and Feathered, The In-Between, Time, Toasted, Unfazed, Vagabond's Company
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First Principles: I Am A Friend To Righteous Government, To A Government Founded Upon the Principles of Reason and Justice. But I Glory In Publicly Avowing My Eternal Enmity To Tyranny
“I am a friend to righteous government, to a government founded upon the principles of reason and justice. But I glory in publicly avowing my eternal enmity to tyranny.” – John Hancock
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Tagged Eternal Enmity, First Principles, Founded, Friend, Glory, John Hancock, Justice, Principles, Publicly Avow, Reason, Righteous Government, Tyranny
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God Revealed In the Smallest Details
God Revealed In the Smallest Detailsby Michael DoyleThe eyes might be the windows of the soulBut it’s the little things that elude controlWhere through the lenses of macrophotographyWe become consumed with our use of technologyIt all opens up a new … Continue reading
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Tagged Autofocus, Background, Best Friend, Best Hour, Color, Composition, Consume, Created, Deep, Definition, Details, Elude Control, Embrace, Enhance, Extraordinary, Eyes, Face, Flower, Found, Friend, Gaze, God, Heartbreaks, Hint, Lense, Light, Little Things, Macrophotography, Masterpiece, Mistakes, New World, Ordinary, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Reveal, Simple, Small, Soft, Soul, Tale, Tear, Technology, The Greatest Artist, Three Dimensions, Trace, True, View, Windows
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Stuck With the Blahs
Talking to a friend who was feeling in a rut and then the same theme showed up in a song and then a show. From this came two things. First wow.. if you don’t like what you’re doing or how … Continue reading
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Tagged Better, Betwixt and Between, Blah, Change, Day After Day, Despite, Doing My Best, Down In the Dumps, Feeling, Finding Me, Finding Out, Flaw, Friend, Good Cause, Hope, Human Beings, Humanity, Keep It Together, Know, Lumps, Matters, Mean, Meaning, Morning, Muddle, Muddling Through, No One, One Foot Forward, Pass, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pretend, Promise, Running Away, Rut, Seek, Spinning, Story, STuck, Stuck With the Blahs, Sudden, Talk, Tatters, Test, The Man, Theme, Together, Until Then, Want, Warning, Winning, World
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To Find A Friend
The world is a sometimes scary place, particularly when it comes to the heart, isn’t it? To Find A Friend by Michael Doyle To find a friend In this friendless world Toward this end I lay fetal and curled Is … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Another, Back Against the Wall, Bath, Beat, Being Alone, Curl, Darkness, Depend, Dream, Each Other, Fetal, Find, Fist, Friend, Friendless, Gold, Guide, Harshness, Heart, Home, I, Light, Magic of Trust, Must, Myself, Never Again, Night, One Heart, One Soul, One Thing, Other, Our, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Precious, Purity, Scary Place, Share, Stay Alive, Survive, Together, Too Much, Toward This End, Truest End, Uncurled, Willing, World, Worth
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She Seemed Familiar
The challenge was to write a poem similar to a haiku that had an element of irony. What in life these days is not ironic? She Seemed Familiar by Michael Doyle She seemed familiar Until we started talking We … Continue reading
First Principles: We Have A Set of Maxims of the Same Spirit, Which Must Be Beloved By Every Friend of Liberty, To Virtue, to Mankind. Our Bill of Rights Contains Those Admirable Maxims
“There are certain maxims by which every wise and enlightened people will regulate their conduct. There are certain political maxims, which no free people out ever to abandon. Maxims of which the observance is essential to the security of happiness. … Continue reading
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Tagged Beloved, Bill of Rights, Contain, First Principles, Friend, Liberty, Mankind, Maxims, Patrick Henry, Same Spirit, Virtue
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ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 