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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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Hard To Fix

Hard To Fixby Michael DoyleHitchhiking without a direction knownIt’s not on the map and is seldom shownLooking for God and if He’s in chargeIt’s as close as I come to living largeSome things are like bags of tricksImpossible to handle … Continue reading

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First Principles: Sensible of the Importance of Christian Piety and Virtue To the Order and Happiness of A State, I Cannot But Earnestly Commend To You Every Measure For Their Support and Encouragement

“Sensible of the importance of Christian piety and virtue to the order and happiness of a state, I cannot but earnestly commend to you every measure for their support and encouragement … Manners, by which not only the freedom, but … Continue reading

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Christmas Island Memory

Christmas Island Memoryby Michael DoyleEven Christmas Island has its rulesThough they’re not type you learn in schoolsBut the types that build useful toolsThe type needed by wise men, common folk, and foolsOne of these is to drop the guessingAccepting each … Continue reading

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Gifts On this Morn

Gifts On This Mornby Michael DoyleIt’s just how it is since we were bornWe await the superficial gifts of this mornExcited eyes search around the Christmas treeWondering what presents are for you and meThen when all the gifts have been … Continue reading

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Like Flowers In A Vase

Like Flowers In A Vase (For Joni Mitchell)by Michael DoyleBlonde hair and a long silhouetteA beautiful voice, unforgotten yetLife’s so short and makes us numbBeauty like this is what we becomeA voice for her generationHeld by many with great venerationA … Continue reading

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What She Doesn’t Know Yet

What She Doesn’t Know Yetby Michael DoyleListening to my daughters proudlyAs they talk a bit too loudlyEach holding her own in conversationEach of them has their own ambitionsMy babies have grown up without regretBut I wish each would kindly not … Continue reading

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Remembering Prince

Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading

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