Tag Archives: Smile

Giving Up On Being Superman

Giving Up On Being Supermanby Michael DoyleThose of us who wished to be a supermanHave mostly ended up seeming like Peter PanThere comes a time when it becomes bestTo put such delusions to their restHaving hit the wall without a … Continue reading

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Traverse City Blues

Traverse City Bluesby Michael DoyleIt comes about every now and thenWhen a soul feels lost and needs some zenThen is the time to hit the roadAnd ease the tension looking to explodeThe thing is that seven hoursSnaking through construction soursEven … Continue reading

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Big Sur

Big Surby Michael DoyleThinking back under Indiana’s rainMemories of a life spent in refrainWhere too much was never quite enoughAnd jokers begged a thief to call his bluffI remember back to when weeks were doneWe’d pack the car to drive … Continue reading

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Mickey Said To Minnie

Mickey Said To MinnieBy Michael Doyle When the world fades right out of viewIt’s the fate of how it is that I met you.It wasn’t like I was wishing on a starBut there it is, and there you are The … Continue reading

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Jurassically Mundane

Jurassically Mundaneby Michael DoyleFinally caving in I’m watching the showWith my daughters whispering clues to knowIn hushed tones, I try not to be curtAs I insist on giving out my spoiler alertA sense of wonder has left the buildingBut I … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Too Often We Underestimate the Power of…the Smallest Act of Caring…To Turn A Life Around

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” – Leo Buscaglia, … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Too Often We Underestimate the Power of…the Smallest Act of Caring To Turn A Life Around

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” -Leo Buscaglia, author, … Continue reading

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The Get To of the Got To

The Get To of the Got Toby Michael DoyleHeroes of faith that give what they canThat’s every woman and then every manDaring to give what they are givenThese cheerful hearts are those forgivenWorking the work of giving in lightLiving open … Continue reading

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On the Pathway

On the Pathwayby Michael DoyleOn the pathway of my recoveryThere was the load of self-discoveryFinding out who I was and had leftWas, at times, my positive half-stepThe mistakes made, I had to learnThe stripes I have, I had to earnEvery … Continue reading

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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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