Tag Archives: Sip

Laughing At Life

Laughing At Lifeby Michael DoyleHere I am, sitting on the floor.I’m lost in numbers, collating the score.I’m not saying that I need it easy.But wish for once it would even up to please me.We’re laughing at all of life’s dramady,But … Continue reading

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Fiona’s Bee

Fiona’s Beeby Michael DoyleThere by the grace of April’s sleetWas a bumble bee at Fiona’s feetIt was good to start her morning pleasantlyCaught up in a childhood memoryHer father had taught her to pet them gentlyFiona did so then very … Continue reading

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Valentine’s Season

Valentine’s Seasonby Michael DoyleIn a circular society, there are seasonsSome of these devoid of sensible reasonsAs to why there is plenty or there is lessLove to be found, yet if I had to guessIt’s more worth quietly learning to resignAnd … Continue reading

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Searching For Reasons Why

Searching For Reasons Whyby Michael DoyleSearching for wordsThat just won’t comeHoping for a pocketful of miraclesBut finding noneThis is no way to spendThe moments leading to Christmas DayJust hoping for them to endCause they make no difference anywayTake another sip … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: We Swallow Greedily Any Lie That Flatters Us, But We Sip Only Little By Little At A Truth We Find Bitter

“We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.” – Denis Diderot

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Ode To A Tipsy Fairy

Ode To A Tipsy Fairyby Michael DoyleAfter 40 hours locked inside the slave mindIt will take three pints just to leave it behindAnswers needed can’t be found without right questionsThe urgency felt is constrained by life’s hesitationsFundamentally sought within my … Continue reading

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Passing It Down

Passing It Downby Michael DoylePassing it down to the next generationHoping it might be held in venerationSharing openly our ways of instructionIn hopes that they would avoid destructionFrom child to child this is taughtTo do as we should and not … Continue reading

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Waters Felt As Wild

Waters Felt As Wildby Michael DoyleLooking to the commons differentlyWe sip at the waters reverentlyWith willows and elms along the banksAs a praying man, I stop to give thanksNo matter how much we pollute the watersTheir resilience slips back dreamilyAs … Continue reading

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Lessons From Eden Park

The Roaring Twenties were a fascinating time.  Among the lessons to be learned was that a woman could do and be more than they had been allowed until then, vice and other personal choices could not be controlled and that … Continue reading

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Fruit of Devine

There are many theories on what the forbidden fruit might have been.  On the 24th day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020, the optional prompt is to write about a particular fruit of our choice. Fruit of Devine by Michael Doyle Of every … Continue reading

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