Tag Archives: Understand

Beginning and Ending With the Heart

Beginning and Ending With the Heartby Michael DoyleThere are more thingsWe agree onThan we disagree onThere are more common groundsThan causes for pugilistic roundsIf we only address these simplyCatholic or Protestant in IrelandTwo rooms in God’s good mansionThat need to … Continue reading

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The Devil Tempts

The Devil Temptsby Michael DoyleThe Devil tempts an overplayed handSomething that even kings understandThere is merit in finding humiliationIt leads us to patience and tolerationEach a step toward our maturationAs we learn to live lives of moderationSomehow…between our grief and … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Everyone Discusses My Art and Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand, When It Is Simply Necessary To Love

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” – Claude Monet, painter (14 Nov 1840-1926)

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A Father’s Love

A Father’s Loveby Michael DoyleA young girl hurtsWith the soul of a womanWhy doesn’t anyone understandA father listens, alert -Doing the best that he canSilently, he offers his handShe dries her eyesWhile he simply listensTo the questions on her mindHe … Continue reading

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Under the Potter’s Hands

Under the Potter’s Handsby Michael DoyleUnder the potter’s handsHe forms the clayWe talk, He understandsWe live yet another dayIn our time, we fold handsAcross the world, in many landsTalking to God quietlyRescued from myself politelyGod in His purpose and mercyCorrects … Continue reading

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An Appetite For Destruction

An Appetite For Destructionby Michael DoyleI awoke with a startled coughWondering how it was, I drifted offThe Mad Hatter’s world is no longer pretenseAs I awoke to a world of nonsenseThere were poets denying use of rhymeAs though that were … Continue reading

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Words To Think

Words To Thinkby Michael DoylePraying for blessing and favorAll words linked, meant to savorIn a world changing fastSo many moments that do not lastIn this living age of accelerationWe find many moments of fascinationLiving moments of radical transformationPast a bygone … Continue reading

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Gotta Get the Truth Out

Gotta Get the Truth Outby Michael DoyleBoth sides are rightBoth sides are wrongIn the dead of the nightWhere do I belong?The words that are saidWhen none should speakRoll around in my headAs I look down from this peakThere’s a lot … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Everyone Discusses My Art and Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand , When It Is Simply Necessary To Love

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” – Claude Monet, painter (14 Nov 1840-1926)

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There You Are, It’s Spoken

There You Are, It’s Spokenby Michael DoyleOh, it’s a messy messIf only the truthYou would confessA shake of a handUsed to be the bondSincerity, we could understandBut when you pretendSnaking aroundAs if it’s something you can defendWhy you stalk and … Continue reading

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