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And Then Came the Final Fall (For Ozzy)

And Then Came the Final Fall (For Ozzy)by Michael DoyleFacing the music as it begins to playI, in my pulpit of one, begin to pray.Lost within my sense of inconsolable dreams,I take comfort in the prophet’s endless screams.Time went on, … Continue reading

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Discerning the Consequences

Discerning the Consequencesby Michael DoyleStanding up steady to be presentWe’re fully ready to representAs we adjust our attitudesUntil we are ready with our gratitudeRising up in confidenceWe rely on the ways of providenceAs we stumble toward getting rightWe need this … Continue reading

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On the Journey of Fatherhood

On the Journey of Fatherhoodby Michael DoyleAsked about how fatherhood is ratedIt has seemed to me somewhat understatedI could not have imagined the journeyThat it has been in all of its totalityWhen you talk about consequences and moralityFatherhood is the … Continue reading

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Outbursts of Truth

Outbursts of Truthby Michael DoyleAll my repeated outbursts of truthHave gotten me in trouble since my youthFor you see, truth can destroy the worldsEven the worlds ruled by fallen godsWho each have sought, by meteors hurled, To increase their own … Continue reading

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Tough Prayers Silently Spoken

Tough Prayers Silently Spokenby Michael DoyleWe need to keep ourselves humbleHowever, the world may tumbleWe need to be on our knees and prayOur hearts are in gratitude and will stayThis is our best good answerAs we live life’s flow like … Continue reading

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Nature and Dignity Earned

Nature and Dignity Earnedby Michael DoyleThere’s a quiet in natureThat you won’t find in the cityIt helps you to think and matureLearning what is and isn’t prettyThis is especially true of the soulAs you learn the value of self-controlBeing where … Continue reading

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In Prayers for My Mother

In Prayers For My Motherby Michael DoyleMy ex-wife recovers from surgery on this Mother’s DayI gave up the weekend she owed to show in some sort of wayThat I wish her to recover and want my daughters to tendTo her … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Writers, However Mature and Wise, Are Children At Heart

“Writers, however mature and wise and eminent, are children at heart.” – Edna O’Brien

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(Questions of Life) However Inspired

(Questions of Life) However Inspiredby Michael DoyleHowever it was inspiredLife came to be firedSparked a billion years agoAnd continued on in its flowThough no man was there Science believes it clearNeurons appeared 400,000 year agoBut who can truly know?From the … Continue reading

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Puer Aeternus

Puer Aeternusby Michael DoyleIt seems that from out of nowhere subtleThere’s an argument that has no rebuttalThat all of my desire for the highest riskHas passed my logic by walking tall and briskMy life had always been fairly straight and … Continue reading

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