Tag Archives: Violence

Darkness Shapes the Hearts

Darkness Shapes the Heartsby Michael DoylePutin sits as another dictator in a lineCertain his autocratic rule is blessed as divineThis has been the slavery of Russia’s serfdomWith brutality reigning supreme in this kingdomFor five thousand years, we’ve known epilepsy As … Continue reading

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The Chicago Seven and Liberty

The Chicago Seven and Libertyby Michael DoyleThe American soul was in desperate measurePoisoned and depleted of blood and lost treasureFor the sake of a war that people didn’t understandOur republic’s principles died for in a foreign landThe Vietnam draft and … Continue reading

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Be Your Own Hero

Be Your Own Heroby Michael DoyleIncurable as a dreaming heroStubborn as a seeming zeroWe play our parts in masqueradeEach day lived within its charadeHiding ourselves behind the music we playCaught up in front of screens all dayBecause we cannot be … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: We Value and Respect Every Black Life

 “We value and respect every black life. The black cops who have been shot in the line of duty, they matter. The black small business owners who have watched their life’s work go up in flames, they matter. The black … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Nonviolence Is the Most Potent Weapon Available To Oppressed People In Their Struggle For Freedom and Justice

“(R)iots are socially destructive and self-defeating. I’m still convinced that nonviolence is the most potent weapon available to oppressed people in their struggle for freedom and justice. I feel that violence will only create more social problems than they will … Continue reading

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Birth of Merlin

Which was your favorite?  King Arthur? Or, Merlin? Birth of Merlin by Michael Doyle In 480 AD, in Britain’s Dark Ages Arthur, Camelot and Merlin rode into its pages Shrouded in the fog of great mystery It’s half lost from … Continue reading

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The Great Not So Great Society

American History continues through the Lyndon Baines Johnson presidency: The Great Not So Great Society by Michael Doyle LBJ entered his presidency aiming to be legendary Setting his sights on ending poverty through Great Society Johnson aimed to do this … Continue reading

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Heirlooms In the Shadows

Haunted graveyards anyone? Heirlooms In the Shadows by Michael Doyle Where there is wanton violence There is always fear in that place You can feel it in the silence That permeates darkness in that space Standing there with the coffin … Continue reading

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To Bring the Stars Closer

There are those who walk into our lives to not simply touch and fadeaway.  There are those who from the moment met leave an indelible trace in your heart and soul.  It is to this which has left me so … Continue reading

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Ruined Absolution

This poem was meant for December 19, 2019.  This is, among other observances, National Emo Day.. So Happy that… In my own confessional, I am struggling a bit these last few days with my upcoming birthday, Christmas almost here and … Continue reading

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