Tag Archives: Yesterday

Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News

Na/GloPoWriMo #13: Yesterday’s Tomorrow’s News by Michael DoyleSitting watching the evening news hourWatching the sun go down as night devoursI fell asleep to the bleat of the LED displayDisrupting a poem meant written yesterdayHaving missed my embossed invitationI make up … Continue reading

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In Gratitude For Santa’s Spirit

In Gratitude For Santa’s Spiritby Michael Doyle”Dear Santa”, that’s how it all beganSealed with love as only a child canWhat he wanted most of all was familyThat and a meaningful Christmas treeHe grew up endlessly chasing a little cheerIn the … Continue reading

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An Intellectual Conversation

An Intellectual Conversationby Michael DoyleI asked you to speak your beautiful mindUnsuspecting of all the wonders I might findBut knowing that I would love just to talkWho knew that talk would grow into our walkI asked you to kiss me … Continue reading

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Notes That Play

Notes That Playby Michael DoyleThe notes that playRemind us of yesterdayIn happiness and sympathyWe feel this in the melodyThat plays forever in our mindsThe feelings we won’t leave behindEvery second, magic we reliveAll the notes that our hearts giveHeart stops … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: A Man Should Never Be Ashamed To Own That He Has Been In the Wrong, Which Is But Saying, … That He Is Wiser Today Than Yesterday

“A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.” – Alexander Pope (1688-1744)    

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Engulfed In A Church of Transition

Claude De Bussy’s music started a tonal revolution that brought with it an entirely different way of looking at music.   It’s simply amazing in its tonal fluidity and how it transformed art music. Debussy’s Engulfed Cathedral:   Engulfed In A … Continue reading

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Waking Up Alone

Didn’t Bowie set it out for us well?  Time may and does change us.  But, we cannot change time.  Why do realize that when we are young.  Then so many of us lose sight of this as we grow older … Continue reading

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To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday

I can only wish, right?  We can only wish?  Well.. maybe some wishes do come true? To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday by Michael Doyle A held tongue leaves time to think Observing those things to be observed These often … Continue reading

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The Journey Back

Things of memory have the worth of time revealed in the quiet moments of our hearts. The Journey Back by Michael Doyle Somewhere in a cup of coffee Is the reflection that is memory Somehow a photograph starts to show … Continue reading

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Crawled From the Crypt

Does anyone remember a very old television show, Dark Shadows?  When I was a kid, they tell me I would cut through the woods after school let out instead of taking the bus and run some 3.5 miles to catch … Continue reading

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