Tag Archives: Thoughts

Spare Me the Homilies

Spare Me the Homiliesby Michael DoyleWhen it happens thatSomeone needs to stay behindIt’s just a natural factThat it is usually my kindIt’s not thatWe are somehow not afraidIt’s just a natural factWe understand the plans madeOur aim is maybe a … Continue reading

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In A World of Thoughts and Other Misgivings

In A World of Thoughts and Other Misgivingsby Michael DoyleIn a world of thoughts and other misgivingsThere is a lot of hurt in need of forgivingNot just for you or for me, but all it seemsThere are just too many … Continue reading

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Thoughts Looking Back

Thoughts Looking Backby Michael DoyleI do not want to say anything that isn’t trueAt least, that is, from my deepest point of viewI have lived my life in its living, and as a writer,Often seeking to find life a little … Continue reading

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In This Dance

In This Danceby Michael DoyleEven rivers know to ramble slowlyThe end comes soon enoughIf in the end, this world knows meSomeday, that will be enoughIn the interrupted dream shades of the nightI wander alone through this twilightBreathless as the thoughts … Continue reading

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Thoughts On A September Morn

Thoughts On A September Mornby Michael DoyleYou can feel it in the airA discernable sense of changeAs you take in the world with careAnd watch the leaves rearrangeSummer comes to its endAs Autumn starts to beginEven before leaves start to … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Where Exactly Does It Come From, I’d Like To Know, This Ineradicable Attitude of Superiority Toward the Past?

“Where exactly does it come from, I’d like to know, this ineradicable attitude of superiority toward the past? This stubbornly dumb, can’t-kill-it-with-an-ax conviction that we, the now, critically and categorically know better than they, the past. Is it from the … Continue reading

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The Freedom Agenda

The Freedom Agendaby Michael DoyleI read the headlines to my great consternationThat Newsome and others would change our constitutionThe thoughts of over my dead body come to mindIt’s time we leave such foolish thoughts behindIt’s not enough to simply win … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Fingers of Your Thoughts Are Molding Your Face Ceaselessly

“The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly.” -Charles Reznikoff, poet (31 Aug 1894-1976)

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It Comes Down To…

It Comes Down To…by Michael DoyleIt comes down to right responsibilitySown thoughts reaped within our capabilityTo become the character of our destinyThough unseen thoughts might disrupt our journeyGod thinks highly of us and so should weOur thoughts determine who we … Continue reading

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In An Unfolding of Glory

In An Unfolding of Gloryby Michael DoyleThe playwright was dragged from public displayOf his satire written to illustrate another wayThriving with an acrid taste of acrimonyThat was held up with ridicule as sanctimonyAs the Spanish Inquisition held the world in … Continue reading

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