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Category Archives: Poetry and Poems
Stuck In Limbo
Stuck In Limboby Michael DoyleI believe in miracles.Since you’ve arrivedSo much has happened And somehow, I’ve survivedThe time has pastBut we’re still dancingThey said we wouldn’t lastYet, we’re still romancingI’m stuck in limboBut I keep holding onI’m so afraidThat I’ll … Continue reading
Resurrection Day 2025
Resurrection Day 2025by Michael DoyleMy youngest daughter worries too much about perfectionBut I tell her it’s all about the right directionWe can’t worry about yesterday or tomorrowToday’s our day to walk in God’s grace, not sorrowThe pages read are meant … Continue reading
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Tagged 2025, Bible, Book of Romans, Christian Constitution, Christianity, Daughter, Error, Faith, God, God's Grace, Heartbreak, Heavenly Mirror, Jesus, Mallet, Mirror, Pages, Perfection, Poetry and Poems, Resurrection Day, Resurrection Sunday, Right Direction, Tomorrow, TSorrow, Vanity, Yeterday
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Too Many Miles, Too Many Tears
Too Many Miles, Too Many Tearsby Michael DoyleLooking back on all the miles I’ve drivenOver lands other believed they were givenI find a lot is needed to be forgivenWere it not for being too busy livingI remember coming to Indiana … Continue reading
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Tagged 21st Century Perspective, Acre, Aggression, Betrayal, Broken Promises, Brutal Erasure, Callous Savages, Cultural Reival, Curious, Despair, Dirupted Community, Dispossession, Driven, Essence, Expansion, Forgiven, Fracture, Given, Harmony, Heritage, History, Honor, Indian Territory, Indiana, Land, Last Breath, Laugh, Lineage, Living, Miles, Monticello Mansion, Native American, Native Land, native-americans, Photograph, Poetry and Poems, Portrayal, Prophetstown, Reborn, Revive, Road Trip, Sacred Cycle, Scream, Story, Survival, Tears, Tenskwatawa, Thomas Jefferson, Trail of Death, Trail of Tears, Trails, Unity, Vision
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On American Prosperity
On American Prosperityby Michael DoyleChronicling the rise of American exceptionalismRides on the back of rugged individualismA laissez-faire approach, not excessive regulationFreedom and ingenuity are what built this nationYet others claim that Hamilton inspired activismHas been the leading spur of financial … Continue reading
Brilliant Pebbles and A Dome
Brilliant Pebbles and A Domeby Michael DoyleBrilliant pebbles laid outIs an efficient strategyAs it removes the layers of doubtResidual in our window of historyThere is a weave of known costAbout all that might be lostWere we to live by traditionWar … Continue reading
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Tagged Brilliant Pebbles, Cost, Dome, Doubt, Layers, Lost, Nations, Poetry and Poems, Strategy, Tradition, Ugly Business, War, Weave, Window of History
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Learning To Survive
Learning To Surviveby Michael DoyleShe whispered about her dreamsIn suitably stifled screamsTwisted sheets and chandeliersMade everything larger than it appearsThinking can hurt your chancesIn this world of broken romancesYou’re expected to follow the rulesLearned inside the forbidden schoolsHere under the … Continue reading
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Tagged Appear, Chance, Chandelier, Dream, Human Beings, Learn, Meanding, Poetry and Poems, Proof, Redeintion, Rules, Scream, Sheet, Survive, Think, Whisper
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My Heart Grows Heavy (I’m Dipping In)
My Heart Grows Heavy (I’m Dipping In)by Michael DoyleMy heart grows heavy in the sadnessAs I look at this world of madnessAnd know that love is the needed legacyAs it should be walked as its meant to beNo Matter what … Continue reading
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Tagged Back, Bible, Book of Romans, Broken, Burden, Christianity, Death and Rsurrection, Dipping In, DNA, Eden, Faith, Foot Prints, Forgive, Forward, God, God's Will, Haters, Heart, Heart Heavy, Heaven, Hurting, Imprint, Jesus, Legacy, Madness, Palm Sunday, Personal Theology, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Sadness, Shame, Sin, Spoken, The Garden, Walked, Whispers, World
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Beneath the Skin
Beneath the Skinby Michael DoyleThere just beneath my skinAs simple as you pleaseIs the real me that beginsWith the will not to appeaseBut to be just who I am insideBehind my appearance, I hideDisguised by the roles I playIs the … Continue reading
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Tagged Appearance, Appease, Beneath, Blues, Disguise, Fiction, Guitar, Heart, Hide, Horror, Inside, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Real Me, Road, Roles, Short Story, Simple, Skin, Str, Tales, Thousand voices, Writing
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