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Thought For the Day: If Life’s Lessons Could Be Reduced To Single Sentences, There Would Be No Need For Fiction

“If life’s lessons could be reduced to single sentences, there would be no need for fiction.” -Scott Turow, author and lawyer (b. 12 Apr 1949)

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Rewarming Miracles On the Street

Rewarming Miracles On the Streetby Michael DoyleI don’t want to seem to be too contraryOr an old-fashioned grump who is orneryBut does it seem creativity is stuck on repeatIs anyone questioning the miracle of any streetHollywood’s latest contributions seem derivative … Continue reading

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Searching For Truth (On A Yellow Brick Road)

Searching For Truth (On A Yellow Brick Road)by Michael DoyleSearchers after truth seek hidden meaningsOn whatever road traveled as human beingsThoughts and actions shape the emotionsStuffed within a wicker basket of devotionWhen looked at properly and with interpretationThere is so … Continue reading

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Strategic Calculation

In remembrance of December 7, 1941: Strategic Calculationby Michael DoyleIt was a risk based on a strategic calculationThat brought the Japanese to their evaluationDecember 7, 1941, will live on in its infamyTaking its place within our nation’s memoryIt was a … Continue reading

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Through Fevered Eyes

Through Fevered Eyesby Michael DoyleHeard even from the criminally rejectedComes the kindness otherwise neglectedNeglected by those who have more than neededAll of the many lessons too seldom heededHelping the poor brings about true prosperityThe type of prosperity of an unknown … Continue reading

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The Rejected Man Stumbles

The Rejected Man Stumblesby Michael DoyleThe rejected man stumbles back into the darknessFilled as he has become by this life’s harshnessHe had been helpful and knowledgeable in his waysAnd though ill-tempered, he was useful in his daysScience, too, is useful … Continue reading

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Praying In the Name Of…

Praying In the Name Of…by Michael DoyleThe battle is won in victoryMy hands lift up in God, not meThroughout all of my daysEvery waking moment, focused on His waysMy hands lift up in His holy praiseHe is the author of … Continue reading

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Jeering At the Past

Jeering At the Pastby Michael DoyleToo often, society burns with fireForgetting virtue for forms of desireProgression is found in cinders burningAll of the lessons, we keep relearningBrigands scoff at things of the pastLaughing at those things that didn’t lastAnd believing … Continue reading

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Lamentations Through the Tears

Lamentations Through the Yearsby Michael DoyleBefore my eyes and with my own earsI’ve witnessed miracles in my yearsYet, there have still been times of painWhich have brought lessons, not in vainHard times hit, and they hit hardWith darkness compelling like … Continue reading

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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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