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Thought For the Day: Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder
“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” – Rumi
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Tagged Flowers, Grow, Rain, Raise, Rumi, Thought For the Day, Thunder, Voice, Words
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In A Hermitage of Petrified Words
In A Hermitage of Petrified Wordsby Michael DoyleLike a forest well petrifiedBy minerals filling in for lifeA poet thinks in his hermitageDreaming about things to study onThere’s an abandonment of conjunctionWhen like Chomsky, language ceases to functionWe drift like lyrics … Continue reading
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Tagged Abandonment, Attack, Bliss, Bygone Eras, Certainty, Chomsky, Discriminate, Dreaming, Emblems, Emptiness, Existence, Fate, Function, Gambit, Hermitage, History, Immutable Stillness, Krazy Glue, Language, Linguistic, Lyrics, Meaning, Minerals, Modern Times, Perfection, Perpretual, Petrified, Petrified Forests, Poet, Poetry and Poems, Politically Aggressive, Resistance, Sterile, Study, Survivor, Truth of Time, Understanding, Verbs, Webster, Words
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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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Tagged Another Day, Burden, Clay, Daily History, Forgiven, God, Grace, Guidance, Hands, Hearts, Hurting, Keys, Kingdom, Lands, Law, Light, Live, Lives, Love, Mercy, Poetry and Poems, Potter, Purpose, Rescue, Right, Talk, Time, Together, Understand, Wisdom, Words, World
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Making Moments Memories
Making Moments Memoriesby Michael DoyleIt’s the momentsNot selfies that we needIn these times that aren’t contentBut from these, we can be freedLike mental orgasmsCrept up on with enthusiasmNot the dull day of egoThat add up to practically zeroOne photo after … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Amuck, Banality, Beauty and Kindness, Center, Complete, Connection, Content, Criminalize, Days, Dies, Direction, Disorder, Dull Day, Ego, Endless, Endure, Enthusiasm, Equal, Ever After, Every Breath and Sigh, Every Life, Exterminate, Eyes, Family, Finality, Freed, Friends, Grab Us A Memory, Grasp, Holy, Humanity, Ignore, Intimacy, Joy Thieves, Laugh, Laughter, Less Is More, Life More Livable, Life Reveals, Lifeless, Living In Memory, Memories, Mental Orgasms, Moments, Music, Need, Onslaught, Opened, Poetry and Poems, Potential, Sacred, Scenes of Beauty, Self, Selfies, Smile, Steal, Tears, Timeless, Times, Times of Humor, Tiny Moments, True, Unforgettable, Vital, Wonder, Words, Zero
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Dollar Rich (Soul Poor)
Dollar Rich (Soul Poor)by Michael DoyleYou can live life on the stealthHaving unbounded amounts of wealthAnd if you have no one to live forYou may be dollar rich, but you’re still poorYou can own precious gems and artThings that some … Continue reading
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Tagged All the Same, Art, Dollar Rich, Dreaming, Engraved, Eyes, Glass, Hold On Tight, Life, Locket, Love, Make Life Alirght, Moon, No One To Live For, One True Love, Only Thing, Part, Pass, Pocket, Poetry and Poems, Precious Gems, Search, Shine Above, Someone Speical, Soul Poor, Stealh, Swear, Three Words, Tiffany, To Be Loved and Love Back, Wealth, What and Who You Love, What Life is For, Without Love, Words, World
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Another New Song Sung
Another New Song Sungby Michael Doyle The troubled midnight and the moon’s repose (La figlia Che Piange – T. S. Elliot)Made me think of song I’ve yet to composeToo many … Continue reading
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Tagged Chords, Collective Memory, Compose, Every Day, Feel, Jumble, La Figlia Che Piange, Melody, Moon, Mumble, Notes, Poetry and Poems, Pretend, Progression, Reveal, Reverie, Same Old Feeling, Something New, Song, Sung, T.S. Elliot, Tossing, Troubled Moonlight, Whistle, Words
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Thought For the Day: For All Sad Words of Tongue and Pen, the Saddest Are These, ‘It Might Have Been’
“For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been’.” – John Greenleaf Whittier, poet (17 Dec 1807-1892)
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Tagged All, It Might Have Been, John Greenleaf Whittier, Pen, Sad, Saddest, Thought For the Day, Tongue, Words
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