Category Archives: Poetry and Poems

With Favor Upon Us All

With Favor Upon Us Allby Michael DoyleStanding together in our worshipGiving our reverence to His kingshipThe Lord above takes controlSecuring as He does our every roleSurrounding us with and in His presenceFilling our lives with His blessingsHis is the truth … Continue reading

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Deepest Roots

Deepest Rootsby Michael DoyleCast about with questioning looksThere’s much to be learned from great booksWhen we unlock our dulled hesitationsAnd dare to ask the great questionsAlthough the human spirit is quite flappableIt doesn’t take a lot to realize, we are … Continue reading

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In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blink

In the Sneeze of A Sweet Blinkby Michael DoyleIn the sneeze of a sweet blinkShe was deeper than I’d thinkBreathing through my old heartNever to ever want to departThe memories that we buildWhether at home or afieldAre those that I … 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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Perfectly Bright, Exceptionally Right

Perfectly Bright, Exceptionally Rightby Michael DoyleLike a magic spark in the nightYour fire burned perfectly brightShining deep into my aching soulOne touch and I simply lost controlThere is sweetness on your lipsStaring into my eyes, hands on hipsFitting together so … Continue reading

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Lies For Truth

Lies For Truthby Michael DoyleThere’s a lot of people mistakingThe Devil’s lies for the truthIt’s an easy road to heartbreakEspecially, in our bolder youthChasing at golden bits of hilarityWith blinders on as we strain to seeSeeking after just a little … Continue reading

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With You As My Dream

With You As My Dreamby Michael DoyleOnce upon a time, there was a dreamAnd she shared her dreams with meTold me I was her king if she was my queenSeemed about right, my walking fantasyLike a fairy tale told in … Continue reading

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The New Intolerance

The New Intoleranceby Michael DoyleCritical race theoryHas a death grip on America’s legacyTurning politics into identityAnd causing division to loom in our historyBig Tech pushes its aggressionMarking each day with a new transgressionNeutering language to shape theoryThat offers nothing good … Continue reading

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In Community

In Communityby Michael DoyleComing together in communityFulfills our need for familyAnxiousness brings rise to dangerAs to each other we have become strangersViolence takes away from us allDestruction only brings pride’s fallWhen we forget our relationsWe only bring sorrow to our … Continue reading

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It’s the Who of Who We’re Supposed To Be

It’s the Who of Who We’re Supposed To Beby Michael DoyleHey now small town ladyYou with your golden heartLet’s slip off to somewhere shadyThat would be so very smartTo find our way to the pine treesWith a picnic basket of … Continue reading

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