Tag Archives: Thoughts

Pushback On A Throw Away Life

Pushback On A Throw Away Lifeby Michael DoyleWords are frequently flungLike bells that can’t be un-rungThere remains work to be doneWe can’t turn away before it’s wonFor those with caring heartsThis is off to a rough startPeople who deserve next … Continue reading

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Places Forms Voice

Place Forms Voiceby Michael DoyleIt’s said that place forms voiceEven when it’s not of our choiceIn my life, I’ve traveled aroundAnd this is what I, too, have foundThis is especially true of poetryEach of us is formed by our countryIt’s … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Contemplation

Thanksgiving Contemplationby Michael DoyleDig up the extra silverwareIt’s the time to take careAs we feast on our fareAnd forget the when and whereA claustrophobic proximityAdds to the instant complexityAs we fight over dinnertimeAnd what exactly rhymesWith the thoughts of gratitudeAs … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Thoughts Are Like Arrows, Once Released They Strike Their Mark. Guard Them Well Or One Day You May Be Your Own Victim

“Thoughts are like arrows, once released they strike their mark. Guard them well or one day you may be your own victim.” – Navajo Saying — Navajo (“Dine”) culture has many proverbs beyond human memory. Such wisdom lasts for generations … Continue reading

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Just In Case

Just In Caseby Michael DoyleI wake up feeling wonderfulAt the thought that you’re beautifulI lay there and slowly traceYour skin and the smile on your faceThinking to myself that all I knowIs the satisfaction of your glowAs I watch our … 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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Echo Back

Echo Backby Michael DoyleMy words echo back into tomorrowA half-life that’s full of sorrowI’m often sorry for what I sayThe demons inside won’t have it any other wayIf these were the last words I saidI wouldn’t want them rolling in … Continue reading

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On Turning 17

On Turning 17by Michael DoyleThe days crawl slowly on one by oneAnd your birthday is past and doneI am still thinking on what it meansThat my baby girl has turned seventeenWasn’t it only just yesterdayThat you entered this world’s wayLaying … Continue reading

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In the Quiet

In the Quiet by Michael DoyleIn the late hours, with others asleepI find my contemplation runs deepAnd I get my best moments quietly doneIt’s sometimes best without anyoneIt’s not to be impatient or rudeWhen I speak on how others intrudeOn … Continue reading

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Flip Flops and Cold Drinks

Flip Flops and Cold Drinksby Michael DoyleFlip flops and cold drinksCan only be borne of summer daysThis season makes you thinkOf stolen pleasures in so many waysMy favorite flavor, cherry redWas kissable from her lipsSo went the thoughts in my … Continue reading

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