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Thought For the Day: The Difference Between False Memories and True Ones Is the Same As For Jewels: It Is Always the False Ones That Look the Most Real, The Most Brilliant
“The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.” -Salvador Dali, painter (11 May 1904-1989)
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Tagged Briliant, Difference, False, Jewels, Look, Memories, Real, Salvador Dali, Same, Thought For the Day, True Ones
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We’re Going To Make It
We’re Going To Make Itby Michael DoyleWhatever today’s bit of sorrowKeep holding on for tomorrowNot giving in to the gray skiesUntil you see the bright sunriseThat will greet your dreamsHeld together now taped at the seamsIn a world that even … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Adjustment, Alibis, Blame, Brave, Cheerfulness, Clueless, Dreams, Empty, Empty Pockets, Fear, Gratitude, Gray Skies, Greet, Holding On, Hope, Hopes and Dreams, Linger, Make Believe, Make It, New Day, New Norm, Newsmen, Optimism, Pessimism, Platitude, Poetry and Poems, Quarter, Refuge, Same, Seams, Shanty Town, Sing, Someday, Sorrow, Souls, Stay, Sunrise, Today, Together, Tomorrow, Warm, Warmth, We, Winter's Day, Wise, World
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Trusting In His Resilience
Trusting In His Resilienceby Michael DoyleSo many things constantly changeAs we live our lives rearrangeBut some things stay the sameThat’s how it’s lighted with God’s flameGod loves us with urgent insistencyStated with a solid state of consistencyBut he does want … Continue reading
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Tagged Christ, Conform, Consistency, Constant Change, Darkness, Flame, God, Grow, His, Holy Nation, Light, Love, Poetry and Poems, Rearrange, Reiliance, Same, Set Apart, Trust
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Lessons In Life’s Suffering
Lessons In Life’s Sufferingby Michael DoyleSpring isn’t the sameWhen love has been lostSorrow calls out the nameBut refuses to pay the costThe thing held sacred as follyTouch the inner workings of the soulA moment away from devotionHas the depth of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Circumstances, Clings, Control, Decision, Deeply Morose, Depth, Devotion, Divinity, Fallen Knee, Feel, Folly, Forlorn Eyes, God, Hides Within, Human's Being, Infinite Femininity, Inner Workings, Lessons, Lies, Life's Suffering, Lost, Love, Matchlock Pistols, Matter of Finality, Mortality Known, Mother Mary, Name, New Meaning, Ocean, Pay the Cost, Perishing Soul, Poet's Pen, Poetry and Poems, Reveals, Romantic, Sacred, Same, Scribbled Verse, See, Serious Passions, Small Hope, Smallest Details, Sorrow, Soul, Spring, Tales of Ossian, Teach Me, Time, Touch, Truth Bent, Tyrant, Waking, Worse, Wrecked and Weak, Young Lovers
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Wounds Let In the Light
Wounds Let In the Lightby Michael DoyleThey say our wounds let in the lightI don’t know if it’s by experience or second lightBut something about this notion is wound tightAnd from what I have seen, perhaps they’re rightThe worst wound … Continue reading
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Tagged Bear, Believed, Better Selves, Born, Clear, Comfort, Dead, Deeply Understood, Defend, Enter, Experience, Fatality, Fate, Forced Wrong, Give Almost Anything, Guilt, Immortality, Innately Good, Innocent, Lane, Life, Light, Little Left, Moral Injury, Mortality, Name, No Going Back, Notion, Ourselves, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Right, River, Same, Sear, Second Light, Seen, Self-Confessed, Shame, Sin, Smoke Clears, Soul, Stood, To Return, War's End, Worst Wound, Wound Tight, Wounds
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On Being Indigenous In the 21st Century
On Being Indigenous In the 21st Centuryby Michael DoyleIn this world of the modern ageWhen most wish to appear a wise sageIt is pithy to posture and sayIn that pseudo-intellectual wayThat the indigenous follow Mother Nature’s wayThough if you were … Continue reading
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Tagged 21st Century, Amazonia, America, Ask Us, Blame, Boundaries, China, Coffee, Community, Continuity, Corrupt, Cultivation, Definition, Desire, Dignity, Distinguished, Diversity, DNA, Empires, Encode, Endure, Europe, Exclusion, Explanation, Extremes, Family, Finger Pointing, Flags, Forfeit, Grit, Havoc, Heads, History, Identity, Inclusion, Indigenous, Knowing, Language, Less, Limited, Marginalized, Modern Age, Modern Life, Modern World, Mother Nature, Native Tongues, New Nation, Peoples, Percaption, Photograph, Place, Poem, Poetry, Posture, Poverty, Power, Pseudo-Intellectual, Sage, Same, Save, Skill, Slash and Burn, Soul, Sovereignty, Stain, Strife, Surrender, Symbolic, Teeth, Thinking, Tribes, Vulnerability, Wise, World War Two
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Awkward Silence Felt
Does anyone else ever get into routines? I suppose there is good and bad to these things. Awkward Silence Felt by Michael Doyle The awkward silence between Feels down, dirty and mean In pop culture’s references We’re coming down to … Continue reading
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Tagged Adventure, After All, Avoid, Awkward, Between, Confusion, Dare, Dark Clouds, Desperation, Expect, Familiarity, Feel, Feeling, Felt, Flow, Free, Free of Cost, Full, Go, Good and Bad, Grow, Guarantee, Hurt, Incongruity, Inspiration, Keep, Know, Lame, Learn, Lesson, Life, Live the Dream, Lost, Lot To Be Said, Lull, Might Be, Mind, Moments, Okay, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pop Culture, Prefect, Preference, Psychic, Puppet Master, Puppets, Reference, Regret, Revealing, Routine, Rumor, Rut, Same, Sameness, Say, Secrets, Seem, Shy, Signs, Silence, Sincerity, Sky High, Sleep, Soul, Truth, Work Out
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Tavern Dice
Much of life is lived as though on a roll of the dice. Game of chance and circumstance lived with our best intentions. Tavern Dice by Michael Doyle With a roll of dice A gamble is made For something nice … Continue reading
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Tagged Afraid, After, Best Intentions, Broken Melody, Circumstance, Crookedly Weighted, Dare, Deception, Dice, Die, Discard, Evil, Familiar, Fix, Gamble Made, Game of Chance, Laughter, Lies, Life, Lived, Minstel, Name of Heaven, Nice, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Ramble, Roll of the Dice, Same, Score, Seven, Snake Eyes, Tavern, This Game, You and Me
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A Cowboy Slips Into Easy
Some of my heroes have been cowboys. At least one of them was a cowgirl. My sister. She’s likely riding the North Back 40 in heaven now looking down on us all and encouraging us to ride through this storm … Continue reading
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Tagged Belong, Brave, Cast, Changes, Coffee, Cowboy, Cowboy Ways, Cowgirl, Cup, Dakota, Easy, Enough, Face, Going On, Half Remembered, Hero, Home, Human Beings, Intangibles, Jukebox, Known, Life, Light, Luck, Made, Name, One Day, Own, People, Photograph, Place, Poem, Poetry, Principles, Promises, Proof, Quarter, Ranges, Same, Seen, Sister, Slips, Smile, Splinter, Stand By, Stone, Storm, Taste, Thrown, Truth, Unafraid, When, While, Winter, Yester
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