Tag Archives: Tradition

Desperately Seeking True Intelligence

Desparately Seeking True Intelligenceby Michael DoyleHas AI come to save usFrom our worst folly?Or will it oversee us?And diminish temper finally?We stand on the vergeOf killing each other with the urgeWith the need to seek to accomplishThe last of what … Continue reading →

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First Principles: Sad Will Be the Day When the American People Forget Their Traditions and Their History, and No Longer Remember …Their Country

“Sad will be the day when the American people forget their traditions and their history, and so longer remember that the country they love, the institutions they cherish, and the freedom they hope to preserve, were born from the throes … Continue reading →

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Brilliant Pebbles and A Dome

Brilliant Pebbles and A Domeby Michael DoyleBrilliant pebbles laid outIs an efficient strategyAs it removes the layers of doubtResidual in our window of historyThere is a weave of known costAbout all that might be lostWere we to live by traditionWar … Continue reading →

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Balance of Power

Balance of Powerby Michael DoyleYour people came to my peopleWith all of their demandsBefore we knew what coexistence meantWe had lost all our sacred landsWe were offered the peaceThat can only be called brutalityAs we were savagely rounded upBy your … Continue reading →

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Bring On the New Year

Bring On the New Yearby Michael DoyleAs my daughters and I take our moment to reconnectThe newsman sings his warnings about a polar vortexWe don’t care because we are warm and safe insideIn our cozy corners, where each of us … Continue reading →

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Reality Vs. Constructs

Reality Vs. Constructsby Michael DoyleAn understanding states and instructsThat the “real world” consists of constructsWe all oblige each other to reach an understandingBut to apply this loosely rather than too demandingThis is to say we lie so often to our … Continue reading →

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A Living Web

A Living Webby Michael DoyleOur minds have a superpowerIt’s the ability to project beyond the hourWe can be in the future or the pastTemporarily, though, it will not lastLanguage is the mystic secretIt can be soft or hard as concreteOur … Continue reading →

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A Gathering of Understanding

In honor of the International Day of the World’s Indigenous PeoplesA Gathering of Understandingby Michael DoyleThe time has come for the Red Nations to riseAgain, and bring healing before the world’s eyesWith promised blessings that will cure the separationsBy and … Continue reading →

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On the Role of Grandparenting

On the Role of Grandparentingby Michael DoyleIn a celebration of one anotherWe commemorate the blessings of each otherThis is part of being God’s familyAs we live within God’s holy communityThe lessons taught by new facesAre blessed when revisited by old … Continue reading →

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Sandhill Cranes Revisited

Sandhill Cranes Revisitedby Michael DoyleEvery year Sometimes twice a yearWe would make our pilgrimage Off to Jasper PulaskiTens of thousands of cranes Filled the airZoning in on their nesting groundsZig-zag patterns as grouping Crossed by grouping Into what looks like … Continue reading →

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