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Tag Archives: Mother
Visceral Causes
The fifth and final of the series based on the science fiction movie, Alien. Visceral Causesby Michael DoyleThe visceral causes bits of reactionConnected to the phobias with distinctionA baby born with a visual screamBirthing the nightmare, where might have been … Continue reading
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Tagged Baby, Birth, Black, Blank Slate, Burn, Cause, Chance, Clouds, Collective Memory, Dance, Darkest Corners, Dedicate, Distinction, Dreams, Escape, Essence, Frequency, Future, Height of Creativity, Hollywood, Human Beings, Inside, Inter-Connection, Learn, Lessons, Linear Direction, Mother, Name, Nightmare, No Limits, Nuance, Pass, Past, Phobia, Poetry and Poems, Possibility, Reaction, Reactivity, Reality, Remaining, Sand, Screen, Self-Destruction, Shadow, Shapes, Thoughts, Unknown, Visceral, Visual Scream, Window, World
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Born In the Rockies (Part III)
Born In the Rockies (Part III)by Michael DoyleAs much as childhood is sweet, it wouldn’t be cleverTo ever believe these days will last foreverThe ending of one relationship spells the start of the newThis is how the grasslands play out … Continue reading
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Tagged Atmosphere, Biosphere, Bison, Born In the Rockies, Childhood, Clever, Clouds, Cold, Cyclone, Days, Drift, Experience, First Sight, Flow, Focus, Forever, Funnel, Grasslands, Kid, Master Class, Mother, Mountain, Nanny, Poetry and Poems, Prairie, Purpose, Reassurance, Relationship, Rocky Mountain, Serenity, Sigh, Snowmelt, Storm, Survive, Sweet, Wall, Winter, Yellowstone Valley
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Born In the Rockies (Part II)
Born In the Rockies (Part II)by Michael DoyleThe backbone of North America stretches for milesBring life across the land with ceaseless smilesFrom shifting sand dunes to deep river valleys it goesFrom the most brilliant stretches of sun to deep shadowsEach … Continue reading
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Tagged Again, Animal Babies, Backbone, Beginning, Biome, Born, Childhood, Cranes, Cub, Dance, Day, Deep River Valley, Den, Earth, Ecosystem, Essential, Explore, Freshness, Generation, Grass, Habittual, II, Life, Miles, Mirth, Mist, Mother, Nature, New Life, North America, Play, Poetry and Poems, Rainbow, Renewal of Vows, Ritual, Romance, Sand Dunes, Shadows, Smiles, Spawn, Sun, Tale, Temperate, Time, Understood, Wait, Ways of Love, Win, Winter, Yellowstone Valley
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Born In the Rockies (Part I)
Born In the Rockies (Part I)by Michael DoyleSpring has come with this mornAs another young life is bornEach step in the Rockies must be solvedAt every turn, there are tests to be resolvedEvery opportunity is used to hone skillsIn Mother … Continue reading
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Tagged Baby, Born, Child, Decade, Destiny, Diligence, February, Flight, Flock, Generations, Journey, Light, Morn, Morning's Light, Mother, Mother Nature, Opprtunity, Poetry and Poems, Resolve, Rocky Mountain, Sandhill Crane, Security, Skill, Solve, Spring, Springtime, Thousand, Vigilance, Wild
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Thought For the Day: This Triangle of Truism, Father, Mother, and Child, Cannot Be Destroyed; It Can Only Destroy Those Civilizations Which Disregard It
“This triangle of truisms, of father, mother and child, cannot be destroyed; it can only destroy those civilizations which disregard it.” – G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936)
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Tagged Child, Civilizatin, Destroy, Destroyed, Disregard, Father, G.K. Chesterton, Mother, Thought For the Day, Triangle, Truism
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The Knife Slipped In
The Knife Slipped In by Michael DoyleWith the surrender of human freedomThe therapeutic class becomes a fiefdomEach criminal a victim of circumstanceSimply put they have become marionettes of happenstanceThose meant to help come to equally defendWith the incomes and career … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Academic Elite, Arguments, Asian-American Achievement, Bereavement, Blame, Blind Eye, Bureaucratic Price, Citizens, Civil Society Understood, Colorless Technocrats, Conditions, Constantly Forgiving, Criminal, Daily Stresses of Living, Defend, Depend, Endless Cycle, Fate, Fault, Fiefdom, Government, Happenstance, Help, Human Freedom, Incomes and Career, Justification, Knife, Lawless Conensus, Marionettes, Mask, Mentality, Mother, Partisan, Pass, Passivity, Permanent Wards, Pessimism, Philosophical Decomposition, Poetry and Poems, Politicians, Reactivsm, Receptivity, Reduced to Subjets, Removed, Responsibility, Risk and Liberty, Role, Self-Confessed, Self-Interest, Self-Serving, Serfs, Simple Advice, Slipped, Speech and Freedom, Spooned Out Good, Surrender, Therapeutic Class, Towards, Underclass, Vapid Rationalization, Victim of Circumstance, Victimhood, View, Virtual Cuckoo's Nest, Virtue, Virtue Signaling, Welfare State, Will
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Thought For the Day: An Ounce of Mother Is Worth A Pound of Clergy
“An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.” – Spanish proverb
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Tagged Clergy, Mother, Ounce, Pound, Spanish Proverb, Thought For the Day, Worth
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Happy Mother’s Day 2021!
With every mother a blossoming of blessings for their children and families, I want to wish all the mothers out there a very Happy Mother’s Day!
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Tagged 2021, Blessings, Blossom, Children, Family, Happy Mother's Day!, Mother, Thought For the Day, Wish
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Na/GloPoWriMo #20: Sijo For An Ill-Turned Vaccination
Na/GloPoWriMo #20: Sijo For An Ill Turned Vaccinationby Michael DoyleFather, will you be alright? But of course, I will my dearsWith one hundred three point three, who might I fooling?The fire blazes hot inside, but not as deep as my … Continue reading
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Tagged 103.3, Alright, Be Fine, Dad, Daugthers, Dears, Deep, Do Not Worry About A Thing, Father, Feeling Better, Fire, Fooling, Had Worse, I Am Fine, Ill-Turned, Love, Mother, Na/GloPoWriMo, Poetry and Poems, Sijo, Sleeping, Sunshine, Temperature, Time, Too Much, Two, Two To Love, Vaccination, Vaccine, Wait, Worry
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