Tag Archives: Stay

Until It Unfolds

Until It Unfoldsby Michael DoyleLife’s biggest projectsAre a lot to figure out.Life success, not reject.Even the best life has doubt.Because of this or despite this,We don’t want to have a miss.So we find ourselves pressing onUntil all our tomorrows are … Continue reading

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Love In America

Love In Americaby Michael DoyleAmerica’s love can seem a bit of fecklessnessFilled as it is with a bit of recklessnessTeenaged angst of not wishing to cry anymoreThe heartbreak is equitable among rich and poorSo many wish they could leave it … Continue reading

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If You’re Going To Stay

If You’re Going To Stayby Michael DoyleDespite the world’s distractionsWe hear the clarion call for actionThere is much to be doneIf this battle is to be wonEach side fights to stay on topIn and endless cycle that never stopsIt doesn’t … Continue reading

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Virtual Love Song

Virtual Love Songby Michael Doyle She peeked inside my windowTell me how was I to knowFrom outside my hdden shadowWas the heart that would rattle my soul Shaking me into a hope for tomorrowAnd make me forget my sorrowShe’s filling … Continue reading

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Dark Sources

Dark Sourcesby Michael DoyleThe optics make me cringe.Almost every newscast is on the fringeIt seems that we’re invited into the conspiracyWhile they really don’t care about historyEveryone vents and is set on blamingIt’s that PR game known as framingTruth, it … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Make Everything As Simple As Possible, But Not Simpler. A Man Should Look For What Is, And Not For What He Thinks Should Be

“Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler. A man should look for what is, and not for what he thinks should be. We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them. A … Continue reading

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Healing From A Thunder Song

Healing From A Thunder Songby Michael DoyleThey whisper of loveTo the moon and backBut they don’t know real loveIt’s something that they lackAs they stand on the roofWatching the sky changeThey mimic standing aloofTrying to find the normal in the … Continue reading

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First Principles: Falling Down Is Not A Failure. Failure Comes When You Stay Where You Have Fallen

“Falling down is not a failure. Failure comes when you stay where you have fallen.” – Socrates I cannot help but like Socrates, who is quoted as saying that poets are the interpreters of the gods. We are not, and … Continue reading

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Moments Like John Muir

Moments Like John Muirby Michael DoyleSometimes, the city’s too many facesIt makes me dream of faraway placesWhere my heart can fade into the nightTraces of beauty replace blinding lightTimes in the wilderness are best for meSometimes, it’s a matter of … Continue reading

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All the Wicked Men (A Dickinson Poem For Peace)

All the Wicked Menby Michael Doyle So many times I have searched for peaceLooking for peace in the farawayAll the wicked men – have thoughts of warAs the Centre of their Maps – Myself a struggled slacker- set out to … Continue reading

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