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Making Moments Memories
Making Moments Memoriesby Michael DoyleIt’s the momentsNot selfies that we needIn these times that aren’t contentBut from these, we can be freedLike mental orgasmsCrept up on with enthusiasmNot the dull day of egoThat add up to practically zeroOne photo after … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Amuck, Banality, Beauty and Kindness, Center, Complete, Connection, Content, Criminalize, Days, Dies, Direction, Disorder, Dull Day, Ego, Endless, Endure, Enthusiasm, Equal, Ever After, Every Breath and Sigh, Every Life, Exterminate, Eyes, Family, Finality, Freed, Friends, Grab Us A Memory, Grasp, Holy, Humanity, Ignore, Intimacy, Joy Thieves, Laugh, Laughter, Less Is More, Life More Livable, Life Reveals, Lifeless, Living In Memory, Memories, Mental Orgasms, Moments, Music, Need, Onslaught, Opened, Poetry and Poems, Potential, Sacred, Scenes of Beauty, Self, Selfies, Smile, Steal, Tears, Timeless, Times, Times of Humor, Tiny Moments, True, Unforgettable, Vital, Wonder, Words, Zero
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To Lean Out of Wandering
To Lean Out of Wanderingby Michael DoyleLiving out the days of my back fortyKnowing that the end may come shortlyLike Moses, I lift my hands in prayerLiving a moment of taking proper careHaving learned to number my precious daysI long … Continue reading
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Tagged Affirmation, Back Forty, Bases, Celebration, Confirmation, Days, Decisions, East, Embrace, Failsures, Focus, Forgiven, Future, Ghosts, God's Ways, Gone, Grain, Hands, Haste, Hourglass, Important Battles, Joy, Juggle, Lean, Live, Living Our Prayer, Manage, Moment, Moments, Moses, Need, New Morning, Nowhere, Number, Nurture, Pains, Past, Paths, Play, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Procrastination, Proper Care, Questions, Reason, Regret, Reset, Rhymes, Season, Seed, Self-Defeating, Shortly, Sins, Sow, Stock, Test, The End, Thief of Time, Time, Today, Traces, Wandering, Waste, West, Wheel, Wisdom
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With Contented Sigh
With Contented Sighby Michael DoyleNo matter how muchOf this world, Atlas carriesOn his tired old backIt’s the writer’s touchThat moves or buriesThe feelings we too often lackTurning it on, page after pageConveying the feelings we want to sayHinted at or … Continue reading
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Tagged Amusement, Atlas, Back, Bemusement, Binge, Born, Brave, Buries, Clack, Click, Contented Sigh, Conttent, Convey, Crawling, Cringe, Devil, Die, Due, Everyday, Feelings, Hint, Leave This World, Life Comes, Matter, Meager, Meant To Say, Moments, Moves, Our Words, Page, Poetry and Poems, Pound of Flesh, Pressing Onward, Pushing Toward, Sage, Say, Scene by Scene, Sigh, Souls, Straight Forward, Turning It On, Wandering, Wondering, World, Writer's Day, Writer's Touch
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The Clock Keeps Ticking
The Clock Keeps Tickingby Michael DoyleFrom that pristine sense of momentWhen we come out of the wombThe clock starts tickingWith all its joy and tormentWe become the life in the roomMaking things happen through our kickingIt is in building the … Continue reading
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Tagged All Your Love, Along, Along the Way, Best Moment, Build, Celebration, Chased Around, Clock, Done, Dreamers, Dreams, Emotion, Example, Falling Down, Feel, Found, Full, Getting Back Up, Glass, Grateful, Ground, Here's To You, Honesty, Integrity, Intimacy, Joy, Jubilation, Kick, Knees, Known, Landing, Last Moment, Lead, Life, Love of Life, Loved the Most, Make Things Better, Matter of Choice, Moment, Moments, Mouth, Nothing, Number, Place, Play, Poetry and Poems, Prayed, Questions, Real, Relevancy, Room, Say, Scrap, Search, Smile, Something, Stormy Weather, Tale, Tears, Tick, Toast, Torment, Voice, Way, Womb
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What’s Your Story?
What’s Your Story?by Michael DoyleTell me, please, of the gloryThat opens up your storyLeaving behind the ninety-nineFor the inheritance that is mineDoing that riotous livingNeeding more than a little forgivingFeeling more than unworthyBrother, you are no lesser than meAt least, … Continue reading
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Tagged Alibi, Assured, Belief, Brother, Changing Lives, Contemplation, Could Not Keep, Dead Man Walking, Extermity, Faith, Far Country, Feeling, Forgiving, Found, Free, Freed, God Reached Out, God Shaped Vacuum, God's Glory, Goodness, Grace, Grown Dim, His Majesty, In Him, Inheritance, Leaving Behind, Lights, Linger, Living Past Thirty, Living Prayer, Lost Coins, Lost Sheep, Matter of History, Me, Mine, Moments, Need, Ninety-Nine, No Lesser, Open, Overdose, Peace, Plant, Poetry and Poems, Prodigal, Promises, Read, Redemption, Riotous Living, Satan's Snare, Seed, Sins of the Family, Society, Soul, Stand up, Story, Straight Talking, Taken Back, Tell Me, The Father's Glory, The Glory, Thrown Books, Tossed, Unworthy, What's Your Story?, Without A Clue, Words, Worthy, Wouldn't Keep, Wrecking Crew
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Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cards
Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cardsby Michael DoyleMaybe it seems insistentTo be so persistentIn finding time an illusionWhile we all seek our absolutionOur veins beg for transfusionCued as it were by life’s confusionDespite being a fancy dancerAnd at moments, a romancerWe all … Continue reading
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Tagged Absolution, Agonized, Alarm, All of My Life, All That Is Left, Alone, Astride, Bring Any Good, Cancer, Cards, Charm, Chase Dreams, Cheap, Clearly, Confusion, Consigned, Cued, Days, Dime, Dirty Faces, Disarm, Easy, Endure, Fancy Dancer, Farms, Fate, Feeling, Find the Savior Last, Follow the Sun, Found the Cure, Future's Past, Grime, Hearts and Minds, Here We Are, Hold Tight, Illusion, In Our Heads, Inner Treason, Insistent, Its Confusion, Long Forgotten, Loved Or Love, Matter, Merciful, Moments, Mothers, Na/GloPoWriMo, Necromancer, Never Knowing, New, One More Time, Payphones, Persistent, Played Cards, Poetry and Poems, Proven Up, Quaint, Quietly, Reason, Remembered Sorrow, Rhyme, Rise Again, Romancer, Short, Silence, Sing, Somehow more, Something to Live For, Sound Out, Speak To Our Dead, Staring, Studied, Succumb, Talk, Them, Thoughts, Time, Tombstones, Tomorrow, Transfusion, Unpunished Crime, Utter, Veins, Verbal, We Might Find, What Have I done, What Would We Give, Wishes, Wishing, Worst Illusion, Yearly
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Well Seasoned Days
Seasoned Daysby Michael DoyleMay your daily conversationFilled as it is with God’s graceBe one of spiritual connectionAnd welcoming to God’s embraceSeen in the faces of the pastIs the dreamers of vast legacySeizing the days that would not lastBut knowing each … Continue reading
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Tagged Adorned, All of Our Ways, All We've Invented, Answered Prayer, As Our Own Ways, Bites, Bread Unleavened, Contented, Daily Conversation, Days Spin By, Dreamers, Emboldened, Faces of the Past, Filled, God's Embrace, God's Grace, Godly View, Great Confidence, Haste, Heaven, Hope and Joy, Instead of Strife, Intended Taste, Knowing Each Moment, Last, Lift Our Voices, Living Each Moment, Living His Faithfulness, Moments, Offering, Our Own Life, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Resplendence, Revival, Sacred Moments, Satan's Snare, Seasoned Days, Seizing the Days, Share, Spiritual Connection, Troubled, Vast Legacy, We, Welcome
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Thought For the Day: The Character That Takes Command In Moments of Critical Choices Has Already Been Determined
”The character that takes command in moments of critical choices has already been determined. It has been determined by a thousand other choices made earlier in seemingly unimportant moments. It has been determined by all those ‘little’ choices of years … Continue reading
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