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Thought For the Day: Never Let Your Sense of Morals Get In the Way of Doing What’s Right

“Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what’s right.” -Isaac Asimov, scientist and writer (2 Jan 1920-1992)

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Held In Silence

Held In Silenceby Michael DoyleDarling, I’ve learned to love youBut somehow hate you moreDarling,I could never be without youBut trust me, I know the scoreThe traces may be coldFrom the fenced goods soldAll the secrets circled roundTo the treasures; they … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Imagine One of the Reasons People Cling To Their Hates So Stubbornly Is Because They Sense, Once Hate Is Gone, They’ll Be Forced To Deal With Pain

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain” -James Baldwin, writer (2 Aug 1924-1987)

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Turning the Impossible

Turning the Impossibleby Michael DoyleIn all of our daysLet us lift our voices in praiseLike the Lion of JudahRaises our valleysAnd lowers our mountainsGaining vantage that we might seeTurning our impossibleInto all our needed miraclesWith the faith of a mustard … Continue reading

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A Cry for Uvalde

A Cry for Uvaldeby Michael DoyleSomewhere beyond a world of feelingIs the way of knowing healingThese are the times for being an exampleThe differences made will be ampleFighting not with fists but with prayerPeeling back the onion of life, layer … Continue reading

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A Morning’s Meditation

A Morning’s Meditationby Michael Doyle As in the beginning it is nowAs it will ever be yet somehowThough dead in sense from sinIf Christ is in us, we are born again Through the spirit living in eachWe are risen again … Continue reading

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The Importance of the Word

The Importance of the Wordby Michael DoyleIn this roll of yearsSoftly past the flowing tearsI think on words soughtTo connect the dot-to-dotThe words in mindI seek and sometimes findThat words are cultureAnd culture is the we nurtureSlipped into this elasticityIs … Continue reading

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The End of Everything

The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading

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Denunciation (of Joseph Brodsky)

Denunciation (Of Joseph Brodsky)by Michael DoyleNo longer the young poet, but grown olderHe remained the lyric voice of his generationA social parasite who lived ever bolderAs an involuntary exile held in venerationTold he was pornographic and destroyed by an anxietyNot … Continue reading

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Under Lock and Key

Under Lock and Keyby Michael DoyleUnder lock and keyIs where I keep meHidden away so no one can seeThere in arcs of memoryShadowboxing with myselfThrough all the volumes on the shelfThere really isn’t much mysteryWhen we’re talking self historyRecollections that … Continue reading

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