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Where Are the Kids’ Bikes?
Where Are the Kids’ Bikes?by Michael DoyleDriving down the suburban streetsIt seems the few kids out are on their feet.What happened to the bikes in my neighborhood?The fun of this, I thought, would be understood.But even as I tried over … Continue reading
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Being True To Oneself
Being True To Oneselfby Michael DoyleOne doesn’t need to be a king to wield authority.One only needs to have and possess personal sovereignty.To know that strength lies in one’s personal dignity.And to dare to speak one’s truth with great authority.Hamlet … Continue reading
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A Small Matter of Growing Faith
A Small Matter of Growing Faithby Michael DoyleWe gather in an authentic community,We are at one with all other members of the family.After all, all churches are truly oneLost in the thunder of the Father and the Son.Faith grows at … Continue reading
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Tagged Authentic Community, Bible, Blessings, Christianity, Church, Era, Faith, Family, Father, Feeling, God, Gratitude, Growing Faith, Jesus, Members, Miracles, Pace, Platitude, Poetry and Poems, Sensitive, Small Matter, Son, Space, Spiritual Healing, Thunder, Truth
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The Riddle of the Sands
The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading
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The End of the Imperial Judiciary
The End of the Imperial Judiciaryby Michael DoyleIt is the end of the imperial judiciaryAs we keep freedom as our legacy.No more will lawlessness prevailAs we salute freedom’s swell.A district court has less power than the president.It doesn’t matter who … Continue reading
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Tagged Derangement, District Court, End, Executive Policy, Fact, Far Left, Freedom, Imperial Judiciary, Lawlessness, Legacy, Legal History, Legal Principles, Pity, Poetry and Poems, Power, Precedent, President, Radical Left, Recall, Rule of Law, Sitting President, Stare Decisis, United States Supreme Court
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Life’s Race Is Won
Life’s Race Is Wonby Michael DoyleIn our Father’s nameWe proclaim our freedomFrom our sins and shame.We become part of His kingdom.As Heaven reignsWe cast aside our chains.With the holiness spokenThe power of Hell is broken.In all the mercy knownGod’s greatness … Continue reading
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Face Painted As Comedy
Face Painted As Comedyby Michael DoyleFrom herder of cats to herder of men,The voice of confusion thinks itself Zen.Thirty years of perverted energyHas produced something akin to synergy.In this passage of marbled historyAre the layers of false controversy That have … Continue reading
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In Moving Pictures
In Moving Picturesby Michael DoyleDrawing on our life’s experienceThere are characters of preference.They serve as molds of imagination.So much of life is pure improvisation.The charm that got us byAs we hustled to give life our try.The shots of the frame-by-frameAre … Continue reading
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Mean Street Struggles
Mean Street Strugglesby Michael DoyleThe top tier of all artistryHas the flow found in living free.The struggle and hustle of the cityHas the habit of instilling its vibrancyThat grinds against the boneIn a way that makes each soul its own.New … Continue reading
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