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A Road of Traveled Story
A Road of Traveled Storyby Michael DoyleThis universe isn’t made of cosmic dustThough we all depend on God as we mustThis universe is a road of traveled gloryEach of us has our own part in this storyGiven our roles, we … Continue reading
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Tagged Angel, Answer, Beautiful Mind, Beauty, Blind, Broken Arrow, Challenges, Choice, Choices, Cosmic Dust, Crash, Cure, Dark, Days, Decision, Devil's Train, Door, Duty, Fate, Friends, God, Gypsy Tears, Hate, Hope, Hurt, Imprisoned, Life, Light, Love, Mine, Morning, Narrow, Night, Opportunity, Own Part, Poetry and Poems, Power, Prism, Refrain, Road, Roles, Shine, Sighted, Sky, Still Live, Story, Time, Traveled Story, True Love, Ugly, Universe, Veil, Voice, Walls, Ways, Weight, Years
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Thought For the Day: Count Your Age By Friends, Not Years. Count Your Life By Smiles, Not Tears
“Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.” – John Lennon
Posted in Thought For the Day
Tagged Age, Count, Friends, John Lennon, Life, Smiles, Tears, Thought For the Day, Years
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Saying Nothing In Times of Troubles
Saying Nothing In Times of Troublesby Michael DoyleThe only certainty is it doublesTo be silent in times of troublesAt least, Irish history revealsHow false belief in God stealsThe soul of a broken nationThat is riveting in its salvationThat never quite … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Anxiety, Atrocity, Blind World, Blood, Broken Nation, Certainty, Chance, Circumstance, Collective Ideoloy, Complexity, Confession, Confident, Conflict, Confusion, Culture's Obsession, Curse, Discern, Disillusion, Divided Nation, Doubles, End, Eye For Eye, Feeling, Fight, Friends, God, Healing, Heroes, History, Holy Ghost, Individual Responsibility, Irish History, Lack of Forgiveness, Lean, Lessons, Lie, Living Novel, Mankind, Misdeed, Moral Conflict, Mud, Mystery, Numb, Passion, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Procession, Pure Drama, Salvation, Say Nothing, Scenes, Silent, Simplicity, Soul, Times of Troubles, Transcend, Trauma, Travesty, Truth, Villains, Why, Wrong, Wrong Convictions
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Divination
Divinationby Michael DoyleIs it true that only foolsCast aside all the rules?And what kind of wreckDoes life become living by the deck?A spooky basement points the directionThat reveals the cloth of divinationHand painted arcana mixes with astrologyIt is needed to … Continue reading
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Tagged Arcana, Astrology, Basement, Candle, Clarity, Coincidence, Combination, Crazy, Dark Art, Dark Design, Death and Darkness, Deception, Demonic Tale, Design, Desire, Direction, Divination, Drunken Children, Equal Weight, Evil, False Track, Fate, Fear, Fire, Fools, Forecast, Forsaken, Friends, Gasoline, Grow, Harshness, High Priestess, Impulse, Investigate, Lack of Control, Magician's Bag, Must, No Turning Back, Painted Glory, Path Undone, Pity, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Prevail, Priestess, Reading, Readings, Risk, Rules, Runaway Train, Sincerity, Spirituality, Story, Sympathy, Taken, Tarot, Tarot Deck, Tear, Traces, Tricks, True, Trust, Wait, Wreck, Wrong Light, Zodiac
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It Hardly Counted
It Hardly Counted by Michael DoyleIn all my time in the dreadful warI felt certain of something moreA lot of horrible things occurredLooking back they’ve all blurredThese horrors handled with graceAre the worst, most of us faceTo know that man’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Amount, Blur, Certain, Conflict, Cost, Count, Desipte, Die, Effort, Empty Hero, Endure, Eyes, Face, Feeling, Friends, Grace, Hell, Horror, Hurt Full, In the End, Inflict, Less Than Zero, Lifetime, Man's Inhumanity To Man, Memory, Mirror, More, Needed, Occur, Others, Poetry and Poems, Recognize, Rhyme, Shell, Time, Trouble, Truth, War, Why
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First Principles: We Are, Heart and Soul, Friends To the Freedom of the Press… It Is A Precious Pest, and A Necessary Mischief, and There Would Be No Liberty Without It
“We are, heart and soul, friends to the freedom of the press. It is however, the prostituted companion of liberty.” – Fisher Ames (1807)
Thought For the Day: Very Few Established Institutions, Governments, and Constitutions…Are Ever Destroyed By Their Enemies Until They Have Been Corrupted and Weakened By Their Friends
“Very few established institutions, governments, and constitutions … are ever destroyed by their enemies until they have been corrupted and weakened by their friends.” – Walter Lippmann, journalist (23 Sep 1889-1974)
On Bended Knee
On Bended Kneeby Michael DoyleOn bended knee, I see the memoryOf the day and the costI watched you let it beGiving it your dignityIt’s hard to add the costMaking it worseIs I know that bullet was mineIt had my nameBleeding … Continue reading
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Tagged Across, American Liberty, Bended Knee, Blame, Bleeding, Blood, Breath, Bullet, Choose, Cost, Cry, Days, Death, Define, Depend, Dignity, End, Expend, Fight and Die, Forgive, Friends, Full Price, Hard, Hope, Indignantly, Integrity, Lives, Measure, Memory, Mine, Mistakes, Moments, My Name, Nation, Obligation, Poetry and Poems, Politicians, Pray, Protect and Defend, Refuse, Speak, Taken For Granted, The Cost, Toil, Treasure, Verse, Watch, Why, Worse, Your Death
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