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Thought For the Day: Everyone Discusses My Art and Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand , When It Is Simply Necessary To Love

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” – Claude Monet, painter (14 Nov 1840-1926)

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There You Are, It’s Spoken

There You Are, It’s Spokenby Michael DoyleOh, it’s a messy messIf only the truthYou would confessA shake of a handUsed to be the bondSincerity, we could understandBut when you pretendSnaking aroundAs if it’s something you can defendWhy you stalk and … Continue reading

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Perspective Revisited

Perspective Revisited by Michael Doyle Float to the top Or sink to the bottom The rest is just churn This is a lesson in life One that is usually earned It’s our decision in how we learn Everyone dreams, big … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #23: In Response To That Other Fantasy

Na/GloPoWriMo #23: In Response To That Other Fantasyby Michael DoyleKeep your head on straightInstead of rushing head longWe’re always a bit short and latePretending our weak as something strongPartying on in our faded delusionThat we want to live foreverDisrespected as … Continue reading

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Together We Will Stand

Together We Will Standby Michael DoyleThere is now in this time of historyA grain going against the orthodoxyThat states that the power rests in populismDespite the modern move against nationalismToday, a certain set wishes our knees to bowAs if to … Continue reading

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Grifted

Griftedby Michael DoyleMaybe I’m feeling more griftedIn the depth of your lies shiftedOne day this and the next day thatIt’s not a statement in anger; it’s just factI get that you love to fake and pretendBut were you even my … Continue reading

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Stuck With the Blahs

Talking to a friend who was feeling in a rut and then the same theme showed up in a song and then a show.  From this came two things.  First wow.. if you don’t like what you’re doing or how … Continue reading

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All Life Is Sacred

Perhaps  I repeat myself in saying that elevating one skin tone or sex over another is as wrong as having the first offense kept in place.  Love and respect for each other is what is needed.  All lives are sacred. … Continue reading

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Sacred Questions

How do we have the courage to ask the questions that must be asked?  We just do.. maybe? Sacred Questions by Michael Doyle Searching for the courage needed Listening to the inner voices, I’ve pleaded To the one that asks … Continue reading

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The Having of Something To Say

What makes a poet? The Having Something To Say by Michael Doyle Sitting here in the middle of a think Mentally stumbling slipping toward brink Wondering what it is that makes a poet Certainly certain that I don’t know it … Continue reading

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