Tag Archives: Years

A Catch of Breath

A Catch of Breathby Michael DoyleLet’s admit that we’re born dyingIt’s time to stop our cryingLet these words be quietly spokenIt’s okay to be a little brokenWe’re connected by more than our headsWe have more meaning than our words saidIt … Continue reading

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The Gift of Darkness

The Gift of Darknessby Michael DoyleLifeGave me the gift of darknessStrifeIn a world filled with harshnessIt was a gift Though it took years to understandThoughts shiftAs you travel the years and the landDarkness Is as important as lightIt takes harshnessTo … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: It Is Strange How Often A Heart Must Be Broken Before the Years Can Make It Wise

“It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.”- Sara Teasdale

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No News, Anxiety Blues

No News, Anxiety Bluesby Michael DoyleEven though they tell meThat I wear victory’s crownThey’ll never totally sell meThat I should not feel downYes, I survived and stand aliveI can’t say the same for friendsPatriotic to the point of deep diveNow, … Continue reading

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Saltwater Traces

Saltwater Tracesby Michael DoyleLooking out from the edge of the ocean’s shoreThere is a vast expanse we’ve yet to exploreWe know so little about our Mother OceanAnd yet, fools like me are filled with devotionLimited as we are by human … Continue reading

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Totality and Doom

Totality and Doomby Michael DoyleYesterday, the moon blotted out the sunIn the same way, it has frequently doneThe people traveled from miles aroundHoping they would see something to astoundTheir weary minds at least for a little whileSome came to be … Continue reading

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The Framing of Frida

The Framing of Fridaby Michael DoyleStains of colors come aliveThese help one to liveWe are happy as we arriveFinding life giving what it has to giveWe run as fast as the breezeThat whisper lessons under backyard treesSome are laughing at … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Go Ahead And Cry. I’m Here With You

“People have said, ‘Don’t cry’ to other people for years and years, and all it has ever meant is, ‘I’m too uncomfortable when you show your feelings. Don’t cry.’ I’d rather have them say, ‘Go ahead and cry. I’m here … Continue reading

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Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Blues

Jake LaMotta’s Blackened Bluesby Michael DoyleWith the pressure of coal refractiveIn a life hard lived and extractiveA diamond’s aspects glitter in their huesThe Bronx Bull lived his blackened bluesWhen out of the ring, his prowess was as abusiveAs his desire … Continue reading

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Lamentations Through the Tears

Lamentations Through the Yearsby Michael DoyleBefore my eyes and with my own earsI’ve witnessed miracles in my yearsYet, there have still been times of painWhich have brought lessons, not in vainHard times hit, and they hit hardWith darkness compelling like … Continue reading

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