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Category Archives: Poetry and Poems
The End of Everything
The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading
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Beginning and Ending With the Heart
Beginning and Ending With the Heartby Michael DoyleThere are more thingsWe agree onThan we disagree onThere are more common groundsThan causes for pugilistic roundsIf we only address these simplyCatholic or Protestant in IrelandTwo rooms in God’s good mansionThat need to … Continue reading
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Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heart
Torn As A Teenage Girl’s Heartby Michael DoyleThis one has me in tears before I even startWatching torn as a teenage girl’s heartThe princess who loved me like her biggest heroYells at me and treats me as less than zeroOnly … Continue reading
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As If Nothing Else Matters
As If Nothing Else Mattersby Michael DoyleHow do you protect Russian speakersBy bombing them into oblivion?Mix up that experiment in your beakerYou say you’re doing this as a guardian?Returning to the homeland of the RusWhile treating the natives as if … Continue reading
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The Knife Slipped In
The Knife Slipped In by Michael DoyleWith the surrender of human freedomThe therapeutic class becomes a fiefdomEach criminal a victim of circumstanceSimply put they have become marionettes of happenstanceThose meant to help come to equally defendWith the incomes and career … Continue reading
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Our Everything
Our Everythingby Michael DoyleNot just important, but our everythingOur reason for all and the joy of our beingNo compartmentalizing, but our purposeOur every reason with nothing to presupposeAll things through and of God to loveThis truth we must keep aboveAll … Continue reading
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A Dance of Fate
A Dance of Fateby Michael DoyleLife is more than merely fateIt is never really too lateTo realize that we have choicesLifted up in our true voicesIf only we might chooseNo longer allowing life to abuseExamining what we might refuseAnd refusing … Continue reading
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