Tag Archives: Smiles

Club Handy

Club Handyby Michael DoyleEvery showman is a tricksterA sophisticated and tragically hipsterLeaving the girls with smiles on their facesMoving them deeply with his tracesIt’s a carnival of scamPutting on the ritualistic glamWith bated breath ready to flyAs heartbreak paints the … Continue reading

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River Rain

River Rainby Michael DoyleAs a gift from the CreatorThe rain fills into the riverBringing new life just begunWith a toss of dice, it’s wonLike a raindrop fills the creekWords become love we dare to speakSpilling out like a timeless riverInto … Continue reading

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Love Was There

Love Was Thereby Michael DoyleAlong the country roads of my youthI learned a few jokes and a lot of truthSinging along with the radio showA lot joy there and it continues to flowSo many smiles built on memoryTimes spent with … Continue reading

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Inspired By Conversation

Inspired By Conversationby Michael DoyleLife has its hitsThat come along the wayThe Devil has his duesWe all have to payIt’s a slow paradeThe passage of these yearsFilled with ups and downsIts smiles and its tearsBut of all the thingsThat have … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Propitious Smiles of Heaven, Can Never Be Expected On A Nation That Disregards the Eternal Rules of Order and Right, Which Heaven Itself Has Ordained

“The propitious smiles of Heaven, can never be expected on a nation that disregards the eternal rules of order and right, which Heaven itself has ordained.” – George Washington (1789)

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Nihilistic Stumble Grumble

Nihilistic Stumble Grumbleby Michael DoyleLife in all its historiesIs filled with a million mysteriesThings that might have gone betterWritten and unwritten, letter by letterWe find ourselves filling up the holesTrying to bring comfort to our soulsStepping in an avalanche pulling … Continue reading

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The Paths Ahead

The Paths Aheadby Pure Love and Michael Romani So many roads yet to be takenSo many choices yet to be givenThe path stretches out beforeWith life yet for us to explore There is a magic in the moreWhen we open … Continue reading

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Words To Think

Words To Thinkby Michael DoylePraying for blessing and favorAll words linked, meant to savorIn a world changing fastSo many moments that do not lastIn this living age of accelerationWe find many moments of fascinationLiving moments of radical transformationPast a bygone … Continue reading

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To Live Beyond the Grave

To Live Beyond the Graveby Michael Doyle There are things I think onThat I wish not to be goneThere are words I have saidThat might help others ahead it’s these things I would saveTo extend these beyond the graveIn hope … Continue reading

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In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blink

In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blinkby Michael DoyleIn the sneeze of a sweet blinkShe was deeper than I’d thinkBreathing through my old heartNever to ever want to departThe memories that we buildWhether at home or afieldAre those that I … Continue reading

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