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Tag Archives: Insane
To Stay Alive In All Seasons
To Stay Alive In All Seasonsby Michael DoyleWe give up our courageTrying hard to discourageOurselves or any othersAmong those we call our brothersBut not a single John Wayne aspirationWould save Pearl Harbor or our nationThe men present mostly fought to … Continue reading
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Tagged A Thousand Images, All Seasons, Aspiration, Attack, Belly Crawling, Bitter Memories, Boys, Brave Men, Breath, Brothers, Burn, Competing Reasons, Courage, Courage and the Dead, Cry, Dark Stain, December 7th, Dire, Discourage, Earn, Expected, Fire, Fought, Ghosts, Great War, Heart, Hide, History, Infamy, Insane, John Wayne, Learn, Lessons, Make It Home Tonight, Memorial, Men, Modern-Day Cowboys, Nation, No Glory, Ourselves, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Real War, Reality, Remain, Return, Sadness, Scars, Seasons, Situation, Sleeping Giant Awoken, Smoke, Spoken, Start, Stay Alive, Story, Stumble, Survive, Survivors, Talk, Tears, The USS Arizona, Tragic Day, Turn Out Right, Unsuspected, Walk, World
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An Enduring Contemplation of Pain
An Enduring Contemplation of Painby Michael Doyle The things endured on that Day of PainWould drive most of us beyond insane360 strikes with a nail-ended whipWould be enough to make anyone lose grip Next the crucifixion with its degradationWas a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged 360 Strikes, Asphyxiation, Atonement, Beyond Belief, Christianity, Comfort, Contemplation, Crucifixion, Day of Pain, Degradation, Done, Endure, Essence, Evident, Explain, Faith, Friends, God, Grip, Hope, Insane, Isolation, Jesus, Mortal Sins, Nail-Ended Whip, Openly Express, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Presence, Problems, Son, Sorrow, Suffer, Suffering, Understand, Verse, Worse
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Crash and Burn
Crash and Burnby Michael DoyleCrash and burnWhen will I learnMy stomach churnsFrom the lessons that I learnIf I haven’t learned by nowWill I ever somehowI keep pushing onI keep pushing onGonna slow it downA warm smile turned to frownI keep … Continue reading
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Tagged All, Answer, Bad Fish, Churn, Count, Crash and Burn, Ebb and Flow, Fall, Feel, Feet, Floor, Good Dish, Good Wish, Hall, Hesitation, Insane, Know, Learn, Lessons, Life, Matter, Nothing, Now, Poetry and Poems, Pride, Pushing On, Questions, Sheep, Sleep, Slow It down, Somehow, Stomach, Train, Vain, Voice, Which, World, Worries
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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrances
Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrancesby Michael DoyleThe plague burns through old London TownWhile God casts his eyes aside with a frownObsessed with frightening visions of Sibyle VaineDorian crumbles perched on the brink of going insaneRemembrances of her and … Continue reading
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Tagged Crumble, Dorian Gray, Eyes, Frown, God, Guilt, Insane, London, Morose, Obsess, Plague, Poetry and Poems, Rain, Reflections, Remembrance, Satan, Shame, Shine, Sibyle Vaine, Tears, True Love
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Thought For the Day: Memo To Social Justice Warriors: When What You’re Doing Sounds Like An Onion Headline, Stop
“Liberals need a Stand Your Ground law … for cancel culture. So that when the woke mob comes after you for some ridiculous offense, you’ll stand your ground, stop apologizing. Cancel culture is real, it’s insane, it’s growing exponentially, coming … Continue reading
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Tagged Bill Maher, Cancel Culture, Cancel Culture Is Real, Growing Exponentially, Insane, Liberals, Memo, Neighborhood, Onion Headline, Ridiculous Offense, Social Justice Warriors, Stand Your Ground Law, Stop, Stop Apologizing, Thought For the Day, Woke Mob
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Hello Brother
Hatred stokes the fear that burns across our world in random outcroppings of rage and destruction. That being said, to take away the people’s right to bear arms and defend themselves seems like an ill thought out consequence, Madam Prime … Continue reading
A Dark Waltz
Returning to the Halloween theme once again: A Dark Waltz by Michael Romani It seems that humans have always craved The horror and taste of the darkly depraved Massacre and slaughter in emboldened red Play on the hunger that riots … Continue reading


