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Thought For the Day: Talk Not of Wasted Affection; Affection Never Was Wasted

“Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, poet (27 Feb 1807-1882)

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To See the World Again

To See the World Againby Michael DoyleTo see the world through new eyesIt might help me to again realizeThe splendors too often taken for grantedBy those of us whose views are slantedLights like stars seem to aboundAs life loses its … Continue reading

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Under the Potter’s Hands

Under the Potter’s Handsby Michael DoyleUnder the potter’s handsHe forms the clayWe talk, He understandsWe live yet another dayIn our time, we fold handsAcross the world, in many landsTalking to God quietlyRescued from myself politelyGod in His purpose and mercyCorrects … Continue reading

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Birds Aren’t Real

Birds Aren’t Realby Michael DoyleSpoken with a sense of zealIs the thought, “Birds Aren’t Real”Youth joins together to upendA disturbing sort of the worse trendIn an age of misinformationGen Z links arms across the nationEngaged in a case of absurdismWith … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: If You Talk To A Man In A Language He Understands, That Goes To His Head. If You Talk To Him In His Language, That Goes To His Heart

“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.” – Nelson Mandela, activist, South African president, Nobel laureate (b. 1918)

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Struck On A Bridge To Nowhere

Struck On A Bridge To Nowhereby Michael DoyleI’m struck on a bridge to nowhereLooking for a bit of faithfulnessI’m stranded in an unfaithful worldChasing around the circles and nobody caresSuddenly seeing with sight for awarenessFeeling so completely fetaled and curledI’ve … Continue reading

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Through the Years

Through the Yearsby Michael DoyleSilently in my day to dayI live just as I prayNeeding a miracle some wayKnowing that at least God will stayEvery step grows my walkTaking my soul beyond talkInto the power of my emotionsEvery lesson strengthens … Continue reading

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Little Rocket

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Rocketby Michael DoyleTwinkle, TwinkleLittle RocketTruth be toldAnd we must talk itUp above the world somewhereWhere you are we know not whereBut worse is that we do not understandJust precisely where you will landI hear that we will … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cards

Na/GloPoWriMo #15: Played Cardsby Michael DoyleMaybe it seems insistentTo be so persistentIn finding time an illusionWhile we all seek our absolutionOur veins beg for transfusionCued as it were by life’s confusionDespite being a fancy dancerAnd at moments, a romancerWe all … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News

Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News by Michael DoyleSitting watching the evening news hourWatching the sun go down as night devoursI fell asleep to the bleat of the LED displayDisrupting a poem meant written yesterdayHaving missed my embossed invitationI make up … Continue reading

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