Tag Archives: Head

To Escape the Warren

More or less dedicated to A Watership Down: To Escape the Warren by Michael Doyle In the beginning Rabbit gained his tricks There on the path of winning Played out like a guitarist’s licks Each to have their meaning Captive … Continue reading

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Brand Me

Watched a Ted Talk with my princesses on branding. Brand Me by Michael Doyle Thinking back on life Through all of the joy and strife There has been one question Held back with some hesitation What then is my story? … Continue reading

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To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday

I can only wish, right?  We can only wish?  Well.. maybe some wishes do come true? To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday by Michael Doyle A held tongue leaves time to think Observing those things to be observed These often … Continue reading

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The Moral Imagination

It is not enough to give to our children and our society definitions of right and wrong or normless stories and books leading to an inability to make the profound decisions needed for the better world we so desperately need. … Continue reading

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A Lone Bagpiper

All of us are coming out of the isolation spawned by Covid-19 into a world changed by virus and by riotous disruption.  In some ways, this is good.  In some ways this is bad.  In all ways, this is a … Continue reading

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A Haunting Place

Ghosts don’t require ancient castles or haunted Victorian homes.  Sometimes the most haunting place is alone inside a person’s mind. A Haunting Place by Michael Doyle Inside my mind is a haunting place Filled with missed memories I wish to … Continue reading

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Depths of Despair

How much sadness can one little girl’s heart hold?  More than the number of angels that can dance on the head of an infinite pinhead. Depths of Despair by Michael Doyle In the depths of despair Her life out of … Continue reading

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Dragged Into the Streets

Thinking a lot on education and civilization and why and how there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to how each is allegedly to work out.    Fairly serious stuff and yet how can a person not … Continue reading

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Blowing Down the Walls

Based in part on 2 Corinthians 2:14-16: Blowing Down the Walls by Michael Doyle Blown away by righteousness and grace Profound joy takes down all my walls Mercy has taken me to this place I have found my peace in … Continue reading

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In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head

The for the fourth day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020 is: “…to write a poem based on an image from a dream”.    … and so I did…. In A Still Sleeping Place Inside My Head by Michael Doyle The feeling comes … Continue reading

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