Tag Archives: Life

Long Time, No Talk

Long Time, No Talkby Michael DoyleThough the Lord is my shepherdI think you know, Lord, that it’s inferredThat though I should not, yet I doIt’s been a long time since I’ve talked to youStanding as I am amidst life’s mysteryWondering … Continue reading →

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The Chi Within All

The Chi Within Allby Michael DoyleIt matters not, woman or manEach is to yield chi as they canIt is not for a father to sayWhich is who and what’s the wayThere in the essence of controlWhere one’s power finds one’s … Continue reading →

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Building Castles

Building Castlesby Michael DoyleCastles up highOr castles of sandWhen we’re eye to eyeOr holding handsYou hold my worldWaiting to be uncurledAs we cuddle real tightIn a daylight dream into nightThe beauty of your soulHolds the passion that consolesMaking my life … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: The Meaning of Life Is To Find Your Gift. The Purpose of Life Is To Give It Away

“The Meaning of Life Is To Find Your Gift. The Purpose of Life Is to Give It Away.” – Pablo Picasso

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Red Hot Queen

Red Hot Queenby Michael DoyleShe would tell her kingOf her fanciful desire to ruleWhile she’d laughingly singAbout beaches and poolsAnd he would look in her eyesAnd without semblance of doubtHe would smile and realizeThat they might work it outSo long … Continue reading →

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Be Your Own Hero

Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … Continue reading →

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The Solace of Life’s Magnitude

The Solace of Life’s Magnitudeby Michael DoyleI’ve never quite decided the tragedyIn the inches of life’s comedyIt’s all just another way to dieQuite laughable in how it brings another cryThere in the bullet that’s firedIs the bang up finish that … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: We Value and Respect Every Black Life

 “We value and respect every black life. The black cops who have been shot in the line of duty, they matter. The black small business owners who have watched their life’s work go up in flames, they matter. The black … Continue reading →

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In the Providence of Seneca

In the Providence of Senecaby Michael DoyleIn the age of ancient tyrannyWhen Rome had lost its libertyEven a good man might compromiseFor the partial good seen in his eyesThough at times, it took its tollTo hide his better angels in … 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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