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Counting the Days

Counting the Daysby Michael DoyleI hear from some voices to accentuateThe closest approximation to the positive.Sometimes that’s hard with all the dysfunctionalityThat comes from being part of the human family.I have to remind myself that I am not falling,And these … Continue reading

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Happy Is Man’s Unknown Door

Happy Is Man’s Unknown Doorby Michael DoyleI see it thereIn your eyes.How life has taught,Making you more wise.Much of life Comes to us by surprise.Happy are those Who live past probable demise.Happy is the man who lives,Rising up from life’s … Continue reading

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The Thick of the Thin

The Thick of the Thinby Michael DoyleWhispered rumor has itThat we’re the thick of the thinIf you were in HellI’d come barreling inFounded on trust and loyaltyThis is what makes us a familyMy soul is resolved in this decisionYours is … Continue reading

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I Thought Myself An Eagle

I Thought Myself An Eagleby Michael DoyleI thought myself an eagleAnd built me a nest in solitudeAbove where I could watch beautyAnd very few might intrudeThe disappointments I’ve knownHave dried up my springs of hopeI retreat to that comfort shownAnd … Continue reading

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Remembering Prince

Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading

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Light And Darkness

Light and Darknessby Michael DoyleI approach my inner self with intimationLooking for deeper thoughts of originationSo much of who I am comes from ancestral careThen living life as bold as I might dareWheels spin inside on subjects of light and … Continue reading

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Your Mother’s Love Is Lying

Your Mother’s Love Is Lyingby Michael DoyleThere is so much assumed as basic factAnd from these, we choose how to reactAccuracy is important from our conceptionYou’d be surprised at the level of deceptionAs with these things lending toward ready detectionThere … Continue reading

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In the End (We Die Alone)

In the End (We Die Alone)by Michael DoyleHarsh words are toldSometimes quietly, sometimes boldThere are a million ways to live your yearsBut it’s best when you free your fearsAnte up to stay in the gameWhatever happened or who is to … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Agape’s Object Is Always the Concrete Individual, Not Some Abstraction Called Humanity

“Agape’s object is always the concrete individual, not some abstraction called humanity. Love of humanity does not surprise you with inconvenient demands. You never find humanity on your doorstep, stinking and begging.” – Peter Kreeft, ‘Love’, in ‘Fundamentals of the … Continue reading

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Friends of Mine Like Poetry

Friends of Mine Like Poetryby Michael DoyleFriends of mine like a little poetryMixed in with their misguided militancy,There is something to the spin reelingWho needs the facts when there are feelingsIt’s a little less about working things outAnd more about … Continue reading

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