Tag Archives: Memory

Like A New Look of Horror

Like A New Look of Horrorby Michael DoyleWe look back on yesterday’s self,Like a new look of horror from our shelf,And as we turn from page to pageWe find more foolishness than wisdom from a sage.Memory is a monster as … Continue reading

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The Details on Liberty Street

The Details On Liberty Streetby Michael DoyleMortality beats a heavy drum in perspective.Memories of past conversations are kept respectiveOf all the years that have since come and gone.Only the night herself can say when to move on.The sharing of souls … Continue reading

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All the Days Are Gone

All The Days Are Goneby Michael DoyleListen a little closer to the song,Tell me, does it somehow belong?It’s not a case of stump the band,But it’s a memory of favorites across the land.Standing ready across this promised land,What you want … Continue reading

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Syncopated Anticipation

Syncopated Anticipationby Michael DoyleThe music, any music, has its own flow,Leaving behind the day as we dance.We enjoy the moments as these flow,As if inside a fluid sense of trance.The audience is part of the show.The thunder roars across the … Continue reading

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Hula Memories

Hula Memoriesby Michael DoyleThe modern age has its share of complexity.But not enough to warrant Hawaiian anxiety.The sacred duty held with great veneration,Is the sacred duty felt by each generation.Hula is the language of the Hawaiian heart.It has remained so … Continue reading

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You Are My Waking Dream

You’re My Waking Dreamby Michael DoyleMany say that love is a journey.It’s felt that way in my memory.When we met, I knew my destinyWas the love between you and me.Whispers build their own monument,But I know that you are heaven-sent.From … Continue reading

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To Feel Good, Do Good

To Feel Good, Do Goodby Michael DoyleUnhappiness Is an affliction on bliss.By Cicero’s severed neck,Duty can make us into wrecksThose who live in their mindAre too often left behind.Such is the way of those in powerWho care only for a … Continue reading

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Rural America

Rural Americaby Michael DoyleDespite the beauty of the scenery,There are challenges in this community.There is more here than the movies showAnd the truth is there’s more to know. There’s a harsh struggle in the economy.Jobs are scarce and the people … Continue reading

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Memory’s Connection

Memory’s Connectionby Michael DoyleMemory goes beyond mere collection.Below the skin is the synaptic connection.Life is weathered by the sun and the rain,Until there is no awareness left in the brain.Dementia is nature’s worst solitude,Alone in the night where emptiness intrudes.Alzheimer’s … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Timeless In You Is Aware of Life’s Timelessness. And Knows That Yesterday Is But Today’s Memory And Tomorrow is Today’s Dream

“The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.”  – Kahlil Gibran, in The Prophet

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