Tag Archives: Memory

Monsters Under Our Bed

Monsters Under Our Bedby Michael DoyleThe dubious detectiveWas a memory of the collective.Searching through the nightFor even one illuminating light.In the face of the living dead,The crowd screams its dread.There are no real answers to be found,No matter how fast … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Most Necessary Task of Civilization Is To Teach People How To Think. It Should Be the Primary Purpose of Our Public Schools

“The most necessary task of civilization is to teach people how to think. It should be the primary purpose of our public schools. The mind of a child is naturally active, it develops through exercise. Give a child plenty of … Continue reading

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Taking Comfort In A Shown Glory

Taking Comfort In A Shown Glory Iby Michael DoyleIn a cloud of witnesses, 52 points of lightCan be revealed to get our perspective right.In considering the merits within each story,We come to understand the power and the glory.Having examined the … Continue reading

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Too Many Voices

Too Many Voicesby Michael DoyleThe mourning after is brought by its happy day.Maybe it amounts to the memory kept, and by the way.How do I keep you today, hoping for our tomorrow,Without my smile, sometimes slipping into sorrow.If I should … Continue reading

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Bonhoeffer, Part 7

Bonhoeffer, Part 7by Michael DoyleTime stands still with its lit fuse,We wonder why life makes us choose.We do our best to stop the evil in men,To give or take life feels a lesser sin.What would one give to save one’s … Continue reading

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It’s Only A Memory

It’s Only A Memoryby Michael DoyleCracked pictures from another time,And now somehow it feels more than sublime.Once we walked under the moon, hand in hand.Where that went is hard to understand.Is it funny how love fell into a crack?And now … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Heart, Like the Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept the Most Precious Keepsakes

“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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From the Silence Remembered

From the Silence Rememberedby Michael DoyleFrom the waiting silence comes the memoryOf a time when Iran was full of majesty.This storied land grasps for freedom,Not wishing to be a kingdom or a theocracy. This time whispers the quietly reverent,This time, … Continue reading

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The Footprints In My Soul

The Footprints In My Soulby Michael DoyleLove is not a monologue,Talking to myself gets me nowhere.Let’s get on with the dialogue,Moving beyond where I simply persevere.Under my empire of ashesLives a garden from my heart.Despite the doom of thrashes,This is … Continue reading

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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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