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Keeping Our Truth

Keeping Our Truthby Michael DoyleReaching out in my cognitionHoping that my thoughts and perceptionsMight find a little recognitionAnd from that grow some receptionLiving life under another’s definitionPoints in mockery at the deceptionAs we walk this world in disguiseKeeping our truth … Continue reading

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Slips of the Tongue

Slips of the Tongueby Michael DoyleSlips of the feeble tongueCome more often when no longer youngThings ill thought should often not be saidBut instead kept inside one’s headOur lives are played out like a movieSometimes hellbent though that doesn’t move … Continue reading

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Voices Cry

Watched a bit of a show that reminded me of the folks out there who suffer from PTSD.  From that I got this: Voices Cry by Michael Doyle The voices crying into the night Its hard to take this light … Continue reading

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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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