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Other Side of Hell
Other Side of Hellby Michael DoyleThis isn’t meant to discourageBut sometimes, true courageIs found on the other side of HellWhen your eyes have seen enough to dispelAny notion that peace can be foundThrough the taking of lives in warAnd when … Continue reading
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Tagged Act, Affliction, Answer, Any, Bleed, Chase, Cuts Deep, Discordant Chords, Discourage, Dispel, Do Not Fight, Dread, Every Drop, Expense, Eyes, Fact, False Bravado, Form, Found, Hands, Heart, Hell, Ignore, Know, Life, Lives, Lonesome Trail, Multiple Choice, Notion, One Bullet, Other Side, Others, Peace, Plant, Play, Poetry and Poems, Power, Reflection, Repeated, Rest, Reveal, Road, Scared Cause, Seeds, Seen, Shadows, Sickened, Sorrow, Soul, Stand, Story, Sudden, Swords, Test, Test of First Light, Told, Tomorrow, Too Many, True Courage, Truth, Veteran, War, Windows
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The Wonderous California Coast
The Wonderous California Coastby Michael DoyleWe are escorted by dolphin laughterComing from guardians who are afterThe company that they find in playAlong the bow of our boat, much like yesterdayWhen mighty Calypso sailed the coastal deepsAlong the coral reefs to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Alto, Aquarium, Baja, Battle, Beauty, biodiversity, Blind, Blue Planet, Blue Skies, Cacti, California Coast, Calypso, Capacity, Chart, Coastal Deep, Company, Coral Reef, Distinction, Divers, Dolphin, Drops of Water, Efficient, Escort, Existence, Extinction, Fault, Feed, Find, Forest, George Waashington, Guardians, Heart Break, Imperil, Jouney, Kelp Bed, Knowledge, Laughter, Live, Love, Mankind, Mexico, Nature, Noses, Notion, Oblivious, Ocean World, One Water System, Play, Poetry and Poems, Point, Pretense, Protection, San Jose Island, Scarcity, Sea of Cortez, Sequoia, Squid, Sun, Survival, Sustainability, Time, Water, Wonderous, World Apart, Wounded Heart
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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
Posted in Poetry and Poems
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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First Principles: The Army (Considering the Irritable State It Is In, Its Suffering and Composition) Is A Dangerous Instrument To Play With
“The Army (considering the irritable state it is in, its suffering and composition) is a dangerous instrument to play with.” – George Washington (1783)
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Tagged Composition, Danger, First Principles, George Washington, Instrument, Irritable State, Play, Suffer, The Army
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First Principles: The Army (Considering the Irritable State It Is In, Its Suffering and Composition) Is A Dangerous Instrument To Play With
“The Army (considering the irritable state it is in, its suffering and composition) is a dangerous instrument to play with.” – George Washington (1783)
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Tagged Army, Composition, Dangerous Instrument, First Principles, George Washington, Irritable State, Play, Suffer
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Thought For the Day: A Body of Clay, A Mind Full of Play, A Moment’s Life – That’s Me
“A body of clay, a mind full of play, a moment’s life — that’s me.” -Harivansh Rai Bachchan, poet (27 Nov 1907-2003)
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Tagged Body, Clay, Harivansh Rai Bachchan, Life, Me, Mind, Moment, Play, Thought For the Day
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Politically Incorrect Revisited
Politically Incorrect Revisitedby Michael DoyleIs there some kind of fearThat we the people might persevereInto the rapid-fire shaking upCrystalized by making upToo many improvised linesSliding through topical landminesIn an approximation of real-timeThat edges up into the sublimeIt’s that take no … Continue reading →