Tag Archives: Why

It’s Natural

It’s Naturalby Michael DoyleIt is as natural to dieAs it is to be bornThere is no point in asking whyNor is there to mournThe only reason we existIs not to serve in some questBut to know, after we no longer … Continue reading

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Seder For This Human’s Grace

Seder For This Human’s Graceby Michael DoyleIn fulfillment of the command that God GaveWe honor the Lamb who came with intent to saveIn humble response to our redemption from sinOn this 15th day of Spring’s coming once againOn this altar … Continue reading

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Cicero Speaks On Becoming Older

Cicero Speaks On Becoming Olderby Michael DoyleLife passes through many a stageUntil calumniating in old ageIt’s a folly to hold this in despiseWe’d be better off to open our eyesCicero offers us his philosopher’s lookIn his writing of many a … Continue reading

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New Beginning Off Of An Old Ending

There is a tradition at the Short Form Poetry Workshop to work a couple of new poems from the end of famous older poems. This is one of the two written last night: New Beginning Off of An Old Endingby … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Why Is it That One Can Look At A Lion Or A Planet…As Long As One Pleases, But Looking Into the Eyes of Another Person Is…A Perilous Affair?

“Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone’s finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #7: Spanish Flower Shadorma

Na/GloPoWriMo #7: Spanish Flower Shadorma by Michael DoyleTime stands stillAs I turn awaySlowing downTides are feltDeep inside my fragile soulInnocence betraysCastle sandsSlip through my fingersWashed awayAs alwaysI look into setting sunsWondering at whyBest of timesPass away too fastIn your eyesIn … Continue reading

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Schweitzer’s Legacy

Schweitzer’s Legacyby Michael DoyleWhat if it wasThat we’re not meant for strifeBut rather, insteadTo live in reverence for life?Would we really needTo argue the unnecessary whyOf who decidedThe creation of the hippopotami?Or, is it quite enoughTo know that we’ve a … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: My Idea of Christmas, Whether Old-Fashioned or Modern, Is Very Simple: Loving Others. Come To Think of It, Why Do We Have To Wait For Christmas To Do That?

“My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?” – Bob Hope

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Thought For the Day: Remember, We All Stumble, Every One of Us. That’s Why It’s A Comfort To Go Hand In Hand

“Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.” – Emily Kimbrough, author and broadcaster (23 Oct 1899-1989)

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Knowing of the Why

Knowing of the Whyby Michael DoyleI believe I know the whyOf why a weeping willow criesWhen there was no time for goodbyeAnd that’s the case for each of us who diesEven in the best case of stabilityThere lies the uncanny … Continue reading

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