Category Archives: Poetry and Poems

A Little Bit Country

A Little Bit Countryby Michael DoyleRolling down the back roadGoing places, I’ve been toldHold to the roots of this nationBeyond the small towns lay my destinationMom-and-pop stores dotting the placesFinding myself in these pleasant tracesI found myself looking easy halfway … Continue reading

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Children Jumping Shadows

Children Jumping Shadowsby Michael DoyleI listened to a whisper barely heardAbout separating myself from the herdIt wasn’t the desire to stand outAs much as it was living in worldly doubtI look around me, unable to truly seeWhat difference each can … Continue reading

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Periodic Burn Offs

Periodic Burn Offsby Michael DoyleIt is all about maintaining our true wealthWhen we cooperate with our natural healthKeeping the functions on which we dependIs absolutely necessary, or we will all surely endWith a world less desirable for all to liveAnd … Continue reading

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Fiery Cinders

Fiery Cindersby Michael DoyleHourglass sands spell tales of brutalityWhispering that most pirates keep their humanityThat is until they can only no longer see fitWhich mostly comes down to the matter of profitIn these moments, and when it’s a Hell of … Continue reading

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A Cry From the Wilderness

A Cry From the Wildernessby Michael DoyleThe Lion of Judah protects our salvationThe keeper of our faith provides our explanationThis family of faith prays in His nameTo find our path perfected without blamePaul and Barnabas sharply disagreedAbout John Mark’s journey, … Continue reading

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On the Journey of Fatherhood

On the Journey of Fatherhoodby Michael DoyleAsked about how fatherhood is ratedIt has seemed to me somewhat understatedI could not have imagined the journeyThat it has been in all of its totalityWhen you talk about consequences and moralityFatherhood is the … Continue reading

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Hymn of the Taken Heart

Hymn of the Taken Heartby Michael DoyleThere’s a lot to be doneI do it through the SonHailing Jesus as the kingI lift my voice and singBending like a tree in a hurricaneHoping for blessed salvation that cameTo teach me the … Continue reading

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Cats, Dogs, and Pizza

Cats, Dogs, and Pizzaby Michael DoyleThere’s a storm brewing between right and wrongAnd where it is that we are best and truly belongMoreso, we struggle to know ourselves in identityAnd what furry and non-furry friends to keep as our familyPeople … Continue reading

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Just In Case

Just In Caseby Michael DoyleI wake up feeling wonderfulAt the thought that you’re beautifulI lay there and slowly traceYour skin and the smile on your faceThinking to myself that all I knowIs the satisfaction of your glowAs I watch our … Continue reading

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Moments Like John Muir

Moments Like John Muirby Michael DoyleSometimes, the city’s too many facesIt makes me dream of faraway placesWhere my heart can fade into the nightTraces of beauty replace blinding lightTimes in the wilderness are best for meSometimes, it’s a matter of … Continue reading

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