Tag Archives: Heads

Cowboys and Mustangs

Cowboys and Mustangsby Michael DoyleThe Conquistadors brought horses to these landsBack 500 years ago, as best as I understandNow, thousands are allowed to wander freeCausing irreversible damage to the rangeland countryThe conflict arises over the carrying capacity50,000 horses await adoption … Continue reading

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Home Is Felt

Home Is Feltby Michael DoyleBanging on the walls of our spacesChecking the layout of our placesPopping the bottle of our cheerWe’ll find our way to make our thereThe there of our shared creature comfortLearning how we’ll fit and comportSpinning around … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: In A Single Sentence of Idle Chatter We Preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse: We Carry A Museum Inside Our Heads

“We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know. We are walking lexicons. In a single sentence of idle chatter we preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse: we carry a museum inside our heads, each day … Continue reading

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A Void of Emptiness

A Void of Emptinessby Michael DoyleApproaching the study of the edges of space Has only begun as technology sets the paceFor the time, it must be studied in deferenceAs it is a humbling, character-building experienceThe stars we watch are like … Continue reading

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I’ll Meet You There

I’ll Meet You Thereby Michael DoyleSomewhere in hereIn the deep felt insideThere is cold fearThat has nowhere to hidePushed past mountains and woodsThe darkness comes as it shouldFighting against this is no goodThis is the truth that’s understoodWounded hearts always … Continue reading

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At the End of Life

At the End of Lifeby Michael DoyleAt the end of life’s pathAs a matter of the simplest mathA good man wishes he has ledHis children to right thoughts in their headsAt the end of life’s dreamsFilled with love bursting at … Continue reading

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Universal Testimony

Universal Testimonyby Michael DoyleLet the record reflect without acrimonyThat words left on page leave universal testimonyTo the lives lived with delicate deliberationCausally shifting from generation to generationDaunting as seen through a faded literary lensThe words set on paper allow the … Continue reading

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Scaling the New Heights of the Dawn Wall

(Scaling the New Heights of the) Dawn Wallby Michael DoyleIn the dawn of winterWe scaled the face of the wallLearning to never pause in winterWe rose above Yosemite’s fallCapturing the dreams of our own storyFinding the way through until the … Continue reading

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The Sphinx of Legacy

The Sphinx of Legacyby Michael DoyleIn the mystery of the sphinxIs the ancient mystery that linksTo secret rooms of love and wisdomIt brings release like keys to the kingdomSome are kept prisoner by this lureWhile others believe this is the … Continue reading

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Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discord

Well-Tempered Clavier Played In Discordby Michael DoyleThe disappointmentWas of an inevitabilityAfter all, to err is humanity’s Greatest capabilityVery few are hard wiredInto our grand designWe don’t stand a prayerIn the face of the divineEven the hand of the creatorIs open … Continue reading

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