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Thought For the Day: It Is A Curious Thought, But It Is Only When You See People Looking Ridiculous That You Realize Just How Much You Love Them

“It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.” – Agatha Christie, author (15 Sep 1890-1976)

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Puer Aeternus

Puer Aeternusby Michael DoyleIt seems that from out of nowhere subtleThere’s an argument that has no rebuttalThat all of my desire for the highest riskHas passed my logic by walking tall and briskMy life had always been fairly straight and … Continue reading

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Truth Becomes A Life

Truth Becomes A Lifeby Michael DoyleLooking at life in its full-lengthWe find our hold on truth is our strengthWithout truth, life is merely a stumbleWith all around us in a constant crumbleThis is happening throughout our landAs I pray to … Continue reading

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Just For Show

Just For Showby Michael DoyleCan you see meWhen I be me?Can you think and feel?How do I know what’s real?Can you see me?Can your love free me?I need to knowIf it’s more than just for showHere on this pageI’m free … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Don’t You See That the Whole Aim of Newspeak Is To Narrow the Range of Thought?

“Don’t You See That the Whole Aim of Newspeak Is To Narrow the Range of Thought?” – George Orwell

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Anger Blocks the Way

Anger Blocks the Wayby Michael DoyleAnger Seals away Steals away Keeps away Love Until the day We learn to say That which must be said Hope will be dead With disappointmentDanger Rules our decisions Without precision With the derision Keeping … Continue reading

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Of All Things Valued

Of All Things Valuedby Michael DoyleLike pieces arranged on the chessboardThe Man from La Mancha bears his swordPrince or pawnbroker, there is trade for madnessBut only the type that perpetually leads to sadnessThe battle with evil and giants cannot compareWith … Continue reading

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Raised Small Town

Raised Small Townby Michael DoyleI was raised all around this world, you seeBelieving in America and our cherished libertyWherever it was that my family might be foundWe stood up straight and chased truth aroundUntil we caught it by its length … Continue reading

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Love Lives On

Love Lives Onby Michael DoyleDriving around the middle of the nationTrying to stimulate my daughters’ imaginationsAnd love for seeing the beauty of this nationLike their grandmother would have; if the situationHad somehow allowed this to followIf she had thrived; but … Continue reading

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Growing Up In the Tropics

Growing Up in the Tropicsby Michael DoyleAcross the tropics, in early morning,We awaken sleepless, feeling the sunShining like a dreamBe it Cuba, Hawaii, or the PhilippinesThe breeze blows by coollyTurning the wind vanes slowly Dragonflies and butterflies floatOn mica wings … Continue reading

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