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Thought For the Day: Happiness Is A Mysterious Thing, To Be Found Somewhere Between Too Little and Too Much
“Happiness is a mysterious thing, to be found somewhere between too little and too much.” – Ruskin Bond
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Tagged Happiness, Mysterious, Ruskin Bond, Thought For the Day, Too Little, Too Much
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To Be Understood
To Be Understoodby Michael DoyleWe get carried away by the moonlightForgetting ourselves in the hope of getting it rightThe garden walls throw off our shadowsIn hopes for what we do not truly knowIn all this world’s flight or fight distractionIt … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged AI, Anxiety, Attraction, Box of Chocolates, Carried Away, Chance, Day, Differences, Distraction, Embrace, Feelings, Fight Or Flight, Forget, Garden Walls, Getting It Right, Good, Hint, Hope, Hurray, Illustration, Inch By Inch, Inference, Know, Little By Little, Mask, Moonlight, Okay, Poetry and Poems, Reveal, Romance, Sacred Task, Seen, Shadows, Shyness, Too Much, Touch, True Face, Understood, Valentine
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The Quiet Colors
The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Abandoned, Above Water, Aks, Bluff, Broken, Broken Cross, Call, Close, Confuse, Cross, Crucified, Damaged Control, Dead, Deep, Done, Drown, Father, Feel, From the Inside, Going On, Hang, Head, Hide, History, Inside, Job, Killing Me, Lonely, Look Into My Eyes, Mercy, Midnight Hour, Misery, No Longer Know Me, No Right To Complain, Nobody's Son, Nowhere to Hide, Overwhelm, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Pull, Pulled, Quiet Colors, Reach, Realize, Reminded, Rot, Satan, See, Soul, Sould, Stand, Strings, Strong Enough, Teeth, The Lord, Too Much, Tortured, Wrong
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Na/GloPoWriMo #20: Sijo For An Ill-Turned Vaccination
Na/GloPoWriMo #20: Sijo For An Ill Turned Vaccinationby Michael DoyleFather, will you be alright? But of course, I will my dearsWith one hundred three point three, who might I fooling?The fire blazes hot inside, but not as deep as my … Continue reading
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Tagged 103.3, Alright, Be Fine, Dad, Daugthers, Dears, Deep, Do Not Worry About A Thing, Father, Feeling Better, Fire, Fooling, Had Worse, I Am Fine, Ill-Turned, Love, Mother, Na/GloPoWriMo, Poetry and Poems, Sijo, Sleeping, Sunshine, Temperature, Time, Too Much, Two, Two To Love, Vaccination, Vaccine, Wait, Worry
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To Find A Friend
The world is a sometimes scary place, particularly when it comes to the heart, isn’t it? To Find A Friend by Michael Doyle To find a friend In this friendless world Toward this end I lay fetal and curled Is … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Alone, Another, Back Against the Wall, Bath, Beat, Being Alone, Curl, Darkness, Depend, Dream, Each Other, Fetal, Find, Fist, Friend, Friendless, Gold, Guide, Harshness, Heart, Home, I, Light, Magic of Trust, Must, Myself, Never Again, Night, One Heart, One Soul, One Thing, Other, Our, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Precious, Purity, Scary Place, Share, Stay Alive, Survive, Together, Too Much, Toward This End, Truest End, Uncurled, Willing, World, Worth
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