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Uncomfortable Truths Sown
Uncomfortable Truths Sownby Michael DoyleUncomfortable truths push forward mortal historyAt times, these must be sown despite the miseryand the writers of the day must dare to openly criticizeAnd question the prevailing order that we must analyzeHowever, winding or twisting the … Continue reading
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Tagged Brutality, Cancer's Ideology, Century, Climate, Comfortable Delusions, Courage, Criticize, Crooked, Cruel Truth, Damnation, Discern, Fight, Floating Scum, Fumble, Govenment, Government, Groan, Growth, Hate and Intimidation, Heavens and Hells, Illusion, Impermanence and Death, Last Breath, Learn, Life, Misery, Modesty, Morality, Mortal History, Noisy Few, Paths and Trails, Patriotic, Permanent, Personal Growth, Poetry and Poems, Question, Risen, Simpliciaty, Society, Sown, Stew, Stop, System, Top, Truth, Ugly, Uncomfortable, Writers
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Ghost Story
Ghost Storyby Michael DoyleRemember Remember meMy death Was cold miseryThere is no record At least officiallyBut my lynching Is part of historyI’m cold and alone Without a name on the stonePlease talk to me I need a sort of legacyI … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Built, Care, Cold and Alone, Connection, Death, Desperation, Division, End, Fate, Forget, Forgotten, Ghost Story, Glory, Heal, Hiding Place, History, Imaginary Friend, Laugh, Legacy, Longing, Lynching, Misery, Official, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Promise, Reach Out, Record, Regret, Remember, Right, Sacred, Sane, Scare, Sedate, Space, Spirituality, Survival, Talk
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New Life Reborn
New Life Rebornby Michael DoyleThe new life rebornKnows its miseryCommon sense would mournThis loss of such historyAs a life lived in painThere are questions that strainA thousand cuts into our moralityAre the price of approaching immortalityLike pawns on chessboard gamesWe … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Common Sense, History, Immortality, Loss, Misery, Morality, Mourn, New Life, Pain, Poetry and Poem, Price, Reborn, Strain, Thousand Cuts
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Strength and Prosperity For Freedom
Strength and Prosperity For Freedomby Michael DoyleThere is a foundation that truly servesTo give the America this nation deservesThough it doesn’t have much complexityDoing this will bring strength and prosperityThe road to freedom begins with cultured opportunityIt takes leadership to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Ability, Acrimony, Afghanistan, America, American Dream, American Readiness, American Troops, Ash Heap, Biden, Border-Changing Agression, Budgetary Flat Line, Capability, Champions of Freedom, Choices, Complexity, Cornerstones, Crime On the Border, Culture, Decline, Dedication, Deserve, Dignity, Dishonor, Downstream, Dreams and Hopes, Economy, Education, Evil, Fall, Flourish, Foundation, Freedom, Gas Prices, God's Gift, Happiness, Healthy Economy, History, Illuminate, Impression, Inflation, Innovation, ISIS, Law, Leadership, Legacy, Liberty, Life, Middle East, Military Readiness, Misery, Nourish, Opportunity, Parents, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Points, Politics, Poor, Possible, Principle, Prosperity, Protection, Proven, Putin, Questions, Restore, Road To Freedom, Roe v. Wade, Rule of Law, Sanctity of Life, Security, Specter, State Level, Strength, Strenth, Strong National Defense, The Left, Toxicity, Unalienable Rights, Understood, Waste, Weakness, Withdrawal, Wokeness
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Thought For the Day: There Are Times When We Must Sink To the Bottom of Our Misery To Understand Truth, Just As We Must Descend To the Bottom of a Well To See the Stars In Broad Daylight
“There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand truth, just as we must descend to the bottom of a well to see the stars in broad daylight.” – Vaclav Havel, writer, Czech Republic … Continue reading
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Tagged Bottom, Daylight, Descend, Misery, Sink, Stars, Thought For the Day, Times, Truth, Understand, Vaclav Havel, Well
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First Principles: It Should Be the Highest Ambition of Every American To Extend His Views Beyond Himself
“It should be the highest ambition of every American to extend his views beyond himself, and to bear in mind that his conduct will not only affect himself, his country, and his immediate posterity; but that its influence may be … Continue reading
Posted in First Principles
Tagged Ages, American, Beyond, Co-Extensive, Conduct, First Principles, George Washington, Highest Ambition, Influence, Misery, National Capacity, Patriotism, Political Happiness, Unborn, Views, World
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Fold
Foldby Michael DoyleThe gambler’s cards foldedAs variables at last decodedIn this digital age, it’s the human mindThat must last be decoded or left behindIn mankind’s bid at immortalityDespite the babbled towers of immoralityIn the worst of infernal questsTo put living … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Afraid, Card, Decoded, Digital Age, Discern, Disguise, Fold, Free, Free Will, Freedom, Gambler, Glory, Heir, Human Mind, Illusions The Adventures of A Reluctant Messiah, Immorality, Immortality, Lack, Left Behind, Lend, Lesson, Liberty, Life, Living Forever, Mankiind, Misery, Mistake, Narrow Eyes, Old, Pleasure, Poetry and Poems, Quest, Recognize, Story, Suffering, Surmise, Survive, Test, Told, Towers, Transcendence, True Promises, Truth, Twinkle, Variables, Virtuosity, Will, Yore
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Open Declaration
Open Declarationby Michael DoyleThe cross is not a decorationIt is an open declarationOf how much love the Father bringsThese are the lessons of the hymns we singLooking carefully at all that we seeWhat brings happiness, what brings misery?Staring out bored … Continue reading
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Tagged Carefully, Contrary, Conversation, Cross, Cultivate, Decoration, Experiences, Finest Hours, God's Command, Happiness, Hit and Miss, Hymns, Learn, Lessons, Live Through, Living Life, Love, Misery, Nowhere to Live, Observation, Open Declaration, Plan, Poetry and Poems, Sanctuary, See, Shine, Sing, Stare, Strong, The Father, Timberline, Words of Power
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Blown Smoke
Blown Smokeby Michael DoyleBlown smoke seen through a windowThe feel of doubt, imprinted on her shadowThe detective watches the young widowLooking for clues, he might recognize and knowHe thinks back on days of reverieThat are no longer more than memoryShivering … Continue reading
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Tagged Arms, Blown Smoke, Borrow, Burn, Children, Clues, Contrite, Dark, Days, Detective, Empty, Feel of Doubt, Forgot, Keep Out, Know, Life, Love, Memory, Misery, Night, Not Divine, Numbers, Paganini, Poetry and Poems, Present, Recognize, Revenge, Reverie, Rocks, Rude, Run, Secret Moods, Shadow, Ship of Fools, Shiver, Sign, Silver Strings, Sorrow, Souls, Stargazer, System, Tomorrow, Troubles, Widow, Window, Wise, Yesterday
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