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Under A Caribbean Moon
Under A Caribbean Moonby Michael DoylePirates pursue without pauseEvery sort that passes for lost causeTheir future holds an appointmentWith the vagrancies of disappointmentChasing their run by constellationThey follow a black flag with consternationEach pirate dreaming of making his scoreAnd to … Continue reading
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Tagged Appointment, Argument, Black Flag, Brigands, Broadside, Caribbean, Chase, Consort, Constellation, Consternation, Crew, Defend, Dignity, Disappointment, Dogs of the Sea, Doubloons, Fallen Souls, Fantasy, Find, Forgot, Free, Friends, Future, Lost Cause, Misjudge, Moon, Mutiny, Noose, Path, Pirates, Plan, Plot, Plunder, Poetry and Poems, Poor, Quartermaster, Resentment, Rich, Run, Score, Scoundrels, Scratch, Sea, Spanish Galleons, Spanish Main, Treasure Ships, Treasures, Trouble, Twelve-Pounders, Under, Vagrancies, Wait
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Happy Death Day!
Happy Death Day!by Michael DoyleSplitting hangover starts the dayAgain and again in instant replayYou’re certain you have been here beforeFrom what’s seen, you don’t need thinking any moreDespite appearances, you won’t feel better tomorrowYour two choices are either fear or … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Again and Again, Alley, Answers, Appearance, Before, Beleated, Better, Broken Dreams, Cause, Celebration, Certain, Coming Apart, Curtain, Dead, Death, Delirium, Despite, Disorder, Equilibrium, Fear, Hangover, Happy Death DAy, Head, Hurt, Idiocy, Instant Replay, Invitation, Kissed, Last Breath, Leave, Life, Life Grinds, Lucky, Missed, Pain, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Run, Sanity, Seams, Search, Seen, Self, Shelf, Sorrow, Think, This Day, Through, Tomorrow, Two Choices, Universal
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First Principles: Do You Not Know That In A Race All the Runners Run, But Only One Gets the Prize? Run In Such A Way As To Get the Prize
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it … Continue reading
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Tagged 1 Corinthians 9:24-25, Compete, Crown, First Principles, Forever, Games, Know, Last, Prize, Race, Run, Runners, Strict Training, Way
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First Principles: Strive To Be the Greatest Man In Your Country, and You May Be Disappointed. Strive To Be the Best and You May Succeed
“Strive to be the greatest man in your country, and you may be disappointed. Strive to be the best and you may succeed: he may well win the race that runs by himself.” – Benjamin Franklin (1747)
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Tagged Benjamin Franklin, Best, Country, Disappointed, First Principles, Greatest Man, Himself, Race, Run, Strive, Succeed, Win
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For the Win
For the Winby Michael DoyleNever give upNever give inWhen you fall downGet up againRun through the valleysKeep your head lowRun through the alleysYou didn’t even knowDodge the punchesWhenever you canThis is the rumbleThat makes you a manHold your head highAs … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Alleys, Battle, Die, Dodge Punches, Fall, Fall Down, Fight, Found, Get Up, Give In, Give Up, Good Reasons, Head, Head high, Keep You Down, Know, Man, Never, Poetry and Poems, Rattle, Rise Again, Rumble, Run, Soul, Stumble, Twice As Hard, Unafraid, Valley, Whenever, Win
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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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Tagged A Million Years Ago, Ability To Give Life, Blood, Case, Cliing, Do or Die, Dream, Dropping Me Down, Edges, Eyes, Feet, Ferry, Fire, Hands, Haunted, Held, Her, Hold, Journey, Lanterns, Let Go, Light, Meant, Memory, Night, Onward, Other Side, Past, Poetry and Poems, Remember, Run, Sail, Tears, Teary, Tire, Travel, Weary, Why, Yesterday
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The Black Book Blues
The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad As It Ever Was, Battles, Black Book, Blues, Broken, Brutal, Burn, Change, Clot, Clown, Corruption, Cost, Danger, Evil, Father's Hand, Good, Grief, Heart, Heartbreak, Hide, Honest Man, Incendiary, Integrity, Lesson, Light, Look, Memories, Mercies, Mercy, Mistake, Mud, None, Nowhere, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Price, Relief, Right, Run, Sand, Shown, Sight, Snare, Son's Blood, Spare, Stranger, Token, Tossed, Truth, Understood, Wink and Nudge, Youth
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