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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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Tagged A Bit Crazy, Aim, Consumed, Desire, Downtrodden, Dreams, Eyes, Families, Free, Give, Given All, Happens, Higher, Homilies, Live, Live To Fight Another DAy, Love, Natural Fact, Not Afraid, Not That, Pay, Payment, Plans Made, Poetry and Poems, Price, Rejoice, Return, Safety, Say, Sorrow, Spare Me, Stay Behind, Surpass, Those Who Yet Live, Thoughts, Tomorrow, Understand, Usually My Kind
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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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Tagged Best Moments, Bright, Fall, First Admission, Gloss, Happy, Hasty Judgment, Heartbreaks, Horror and Pain, Language, Life, Looking Back, Miles, Mistakes, Mystery and Miracle, Poetry and Poems, Point of View, Seek Good, Smiles, Spring, Tell, Thoughts, True, Writer
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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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Tagged Acrid Ice, Break Down, Breathless, Chance, Compel, Dance, Destinty, Dice, Dreams, End, Enough, Fal, Felt, God-Given, Hand, In This Dance, Interrupt, Know, Lead, Love of Life, Magic, Melt, Met, Moment, Night, Offer, Poetry and Poems, Ramble, Reminisce, Risk, River, Roll, Shadows, Slow, Someday, Spell, Sweet Kiss, Tears, The Bridge, Thoughts, Twilight, Us, Walls, Wander Alone, World
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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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Tagged Air, Apple Orchard, Autumn, Begin, Bicycle Rider, Blend, Blur, Call, Care, Change, Chili, Cider, Descend, End, Fall, Feel, Football Season, Fuzzy Memories, Glass, Halloween, Handy, Heaven, Hill, Kids, Leaves, Long Lost Friend, Ninth, Pick, Poetry and Poems, Pumpkin's Cand, Rearrange, Reason, Scarecrows, School Year, Seasons, Sense, September Morn, Seven, Sky, Snuggles, Spices, Stove, Summer, Sun Sets, Sunflower, Thought, Thoughts, Trail, Treasure Trove, Treat, Tricks, World
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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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Tagged Attitude, Categorical, Clothes, Conviction, Critical, Exact, Feelings, Future, Hairstyles, Know Bettr, Known, Naive, Oksana Zabuzko, Past, Pedantic, People, Permissive, Same Time, Small Children, Superiority, The Museum of Abandoned Secrets, Thought For the Day, Thoughts, Treat
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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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Tagged Ceaseless, Charles Reznikoff, Face, Fingers, Mold, Thought For the Day, Thoughts
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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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Tagged Capability, Character, Choices, Comes Down To, Consequences, Destiny, Journey, Poetry and Poems, Responsibility, Sown, Thoughts
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