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In This Dance
In This Danceby Michael DoyleEven rivers know to ramble slowlyThe end comes soon enoughIf in the end, this world knows meSomeday, that will be enoughIn the interrupted dream shades of the nightI wander alone through this twilightBreathless as the thoughts … Continue reading
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Tagged Acrid Ice, Break Down, Breathless, Chance, Compel, Dance, Destinty, Dice, Dreams, End, Enough, Fal, Felt, God-Given, Hand, In This Dance, Interrupt, Know, Lead, Love of Life, Magic, Melt, Met, Moment, Night, Offer, Poetry and Poems, Ramble, Reminisce, Risk, River, Roll, Shadows, Slow, Someday, Spell, Sweet Kiss, Tears, The Bridge, Thoughts, Twilight, Us, Walls, Wander Alone, World
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For Harry Belafonte (RIP: 3/1/27 – 4/25/23)
For Harry Belafonte (RIP: 3/1/27 – 4/25/23)by Michael DoyleUsing song as a tool for transformationHis soundtrack helped to change the nationNow Belafonte has died at the age of ninety-sixHis life having affirmed the need of too much to fixSo many, … Continue reading
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Tagged Affirm, Affirmation, Ballad, Banality, Banana Boat, Better World, Birth, Black Man, Brutality, Bucket, Carribean, Change, Claypso Beat, Colors, Confirmation, Fix, Freedom, Front, Harry Belafonte, Hesitation, Hint, How Low, Inclusive, Injustice, Island, Joy, Joyful Mix, Jump In the Line, Liberty Bell, Life, Limbo, Linger, Melody, Mississippi Goddamn, Musical Life, Nation, Ninety-Six, Paradise, Poetry and Poems, Popstarr, Price, Question, Ransom, Recalled, Representation, Revolutionary, Rhymes, Ride, Risk, Song, Sountrack, Stride, Tangle, Tool, Transformation, Vision, Whole, Window, Winds, Work Songs, Wrongs
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First Principles: Virtue Runs No Risk of Becoming Contemptible By Being Exposed To View, and It Is Better To Be Despised For Simplicity Than To Be Tormented By Continual Hyprocisy
“Virtue runs no risk of becoming contemptible by being exposed to view, and it is better to be despised for simplicity than to be tormented by continual hypocrisy.” – Roman statesman Lucius Annaeus Seneca (4 BC-AD 65)
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Tagged Contemptible, Despised, First Principles, Hypocrisy, Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Risk, Simplicity, Torment, View
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First Principles: Every Good Citizen Makes His Country’s Honor His Own, and Cherishes It Not Only As Precious But As Sacred
“Every good citizen makes his country’s honor his own, and cherishes it not only as precious but as sacred. He is willing to risk his life in its defense and is conscious that he gains protection while he gives it.” … Continue reading
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Tagged Andrew Jackson, Cherish, Conscious, Country, Defense, Every, First Principles, Good Citizen, Honor, Life, Own, Precious, Protection, Risk, Sacred, Willing
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I’d Rather Be Ashes Than Dust
I’d Rather Be Ashes Than Dustby Michael DoyleI’d rather be ashes than dustI’d rather throw deep when I mustTaking the risks to succeedThis is the satisfaction of spiritual needFaithful in all that we doReady in capturing God in our viewUnafraid … Continue reading
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Tagged Ashes, Blessed Story, Capture, Change, Connection, Direction, Drumming, Dust, End Days, Faithful, Fight, Get Ready, God, Godly Ways, Gospel, Jesus, Legacy, Lord's Glory, Poetry and Poems, Preacher, Priority, Regardless, Rejection, Risk, Satisfaction, Secure, Spiritual Need, Spread, Standing Strong, Step By Step, Succeed, Throw Deep, Tomorrow, Unafraid, View
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Thought For the Day: And the Day Came When the Risk It Took To Remain Tight Inside the Bud Was More Painful Than the Risk It Took To Blossom
“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anais Nin, writer (21 Feb 1903-1977)
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Tagged Anais Nin, Blossom, Bud, Day, Painful, Remain, Risk, Thought For the Day, Tight
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Birth of Merlin
Which was your favorite? King Arthur? Or, Merlin? Birth of Merlin by Michael Doyle In 480 AD, in Britain’s Dark Ages Arthur, Camelot and Merlin rode into its pages Shrouded in the fog of great mystery It’s half lost from … Continue reading
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Tagged Ancient Days, Anger, Birth, Brawn, Breath, Britain, Camelot, Castle, Child, Chivalry, Command, Counsel, Country, Dark Ages, Death, Druids, Famine, Favorite, Fog, Gods, History, King, King Arthur, Land, Legend, Lore, Magic, Merlin, Mystery, Myth, Night, Pages, Photograph, Plague, Poem, Poetry, Poor, Purity, Question, Risk, Second Sight, Sincerity, Storm, Time, Violence, Wise Man, Wizard
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