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The Lies of the Big Switch

The Lies of the Big Switchby Michael DoyleThe urge for a new game was heededAfter the loss of 1865, it was neededThe KKK was founded by Democrats in misappropriationBy Nathan Bedford Forrest and defies explanationThe party of White Supremacy sought … Continue reading

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Life Without Light

Life Without Lightby Michael DoyleLife without lightIs the color they died inDarker than nightIs the least of their sinsI can’t say you’ll like thisBut we need to risk regretFor all the world cried amissAt the lost beauty, we must regretSabbath … Continue reading

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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

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Time Is A One Way Glass

Time Is A One Way Glassby Michael DoyleSometimes time is a one way glassLooking in to take that passIt might be that you’re better than meI guess we’ll just have to wait and seeBut ain’t it sad to feel this … Continue reading

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Poinsettia Day 2023

Poinsettia Day 2023by Michael DoyleUsually quiet and sometimes reservedSometimes death seems so undeservedIt’s hard to find the words to sayLike on this present Poinsettia DayLife is sad, yet interesting, in processionMoments like these reveal this is not a possessionBut a … Continue reading

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Revisiting Truth In the Post-Modernist Age

Revisiting Truth In the Post-Modernist Ageby Michael DoyleIt can be said with conviction of feelingThat the ways of God are revealingHere in this mid-DecemberIt seems timely to rememberAll of God’s loving tracesIn all the history of a life’s embracesAre like … Continue reading

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Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Blues

Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Bluesby Michael DoyleWith the pressure of coal refractiveIn a life hard lived and extractiveA diamond’s aspects glitter in their huesThe Bronx Bull lived his blackened bluesWhen out of the ring, his prowess was as abusiveAs his desire … Continue reading

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Held Like A Dream…Let Go

Held Like A Dream…Let Goby Michael DoyleLife can make me wearyDropping me down until I’m tearyClinging to the edges as we sail into the nightIt’s as if we only have lanterns for lightAfter the day’s journey, makes us tireCome warm … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Remember, We All Stumble, Every One of Us. That’s Why It’s A Comfort To Go Hand In Hand

“Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.” – Emily Kimbrough, author and broadcaster (23 Oct 1899-1989)

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Remembering When Kindness Was In Fashion

Remembering When Kindness Was in Fashionby Michael DoyleWe live in a time of self-limited imaginationWhere people cannot dream of outside creationBut mysteriously believe in writing only experienceSuch as found in personal and depraved dalliancesRather than dreaming of the bigger conceptionsToo … Continue reading

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