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Thought For the Day: Dreams Heed No Borders, the Eyes Need No Visas. With Eyes Shut I Walk Across the Line In Time. All the Time.

“Dreams heed no borders, the eyes need no visas. With eyes shut I walk across the line in time. All the time.” – Gulzar, poet, lyricist, and film director (b. 18 Aug 1934)

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To Be A Warrior

To Be A Warriorby Michael DoyleTo be a warriorThat is to say, a good warriorRequires more than the draw your bladeAnd being assured your prowess is displayedNo, it requires a reasonA reason that is good to find that seasonWhen the … Continue reading

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In A Declaration of War

In A Declaration of Warby Michael DoyleTitans are unleashed in a visionDreamed without the requisite precisionTo dare to say what it really meansThis then is the way of such types of dreamsKing Hyperion seeks to rule over mankindBut as with … Continue reading

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Giving Up On Being Superman

Giving Up On Being Supermanby Michael DoyleThose of us who wished to be a supermanHave mostly ended up seeming like Peter PanThere comes a time when it becomes bestTo put such delusions to their restHaving hit the wall without a … Continue reading

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The Wonderous California Coast

The Wonderous California Coastby Michael DoyleWe are escorted by dolphin laughterComing from guardians who are afterThe company that they find in playAlong the bow of our boat, much like yesterdayWhen mighty Calypso sailed the coastal deepsAlong the coral reefs to … Continue reading

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Blank Verse

Blank Verseby Michael DoyleThe other day, I went to the libraryWith no intention to become contraryAnd picked up a famed anthologyOf poetry to see what it might teach meI’m sorry to say that it seems perverseWhen someone writes poetry in … Continue reading

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A Father’s Fight

A Father’s Fightby Michael DoyleI may be stupidBut I’m never dumbI might even beSmarter than someThere are times I’m afraidAnd other times, braveTo Hell with the plans they’ve madeIt’s my America that I fight to saveI am part of the … Continue reading

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Funny How Time Slips Away

Funny How Time Slips Awayby Michael DoyleI was thinking just the other dayIsn’t it funny how time slips away?Somewhere between country and rockThere’s need for living by straight talkLife has its beats and tribulationsTimes of sadness and of jubilationsIndulging in … Continue reading

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Self-Stirred To Capability

Self-Stirred To Capabilityby Michael DoyleStepping up to live and serveI walk in more blessings than I deserveIn this faith, I grow and growLiving more love than I might knowGuilt and innocence is our cultureLitigious in nature is what we nurtureCaught … Continue reading

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Thoughts On Palm Sunday 2023

Thoughts On Palm Sunday 2023by Michael DoyleEvery man’s life is a conversationIt’s in the soul, not the presentationPalm Sunday is it’s own celebrationThat turned from hosanna to devastationOr so perception blinded, yet it gave goodOne day at a time, as … Continue reading

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