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Everything Made Easier

Everything Made Easierby Michael DoyleEverything is made easier with a breathAnd the touch of your handI look into your soul and find the depthThat has always helped me to understandIt’s there in our strength of connectionSeeing from your perspective forms … Continue reading

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Love Lives On

Love Lives Onby Michael DoyleDriving around the middle of the nationTrying to stimulate my daughters’ imaginationsAnd love for seeing the beauty of this nationLike their grandmother would have; if the situationHad somehow allowed this to followIf she had thrived; but … Continue reading

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A Smile of Death

A Smile of Deathby Michael DoyleThe morning comes with a “how have you been”That comes a bit too brightly in world gone dimA smile unwelcomed can being its sense of dreadWith the ominous thought that we’ll all soon be deadThe … Continue reading

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The Mothman Cometh

The Mothman Comethby Michael DoyleGraceful yet frighteningI saw him by lightening With two red eyes glaringI couldn’t help staringPleading his wild eyed mysteryA part of West Virginian historyThis mysterious sort of beingThat the moonlight might bringA chilling whisper finds its … Continue reading

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God’s Holy Power

God’s Holy Powerby Michael DoyleThrough Jesus, everything with breathKnows its salvation from its deathAmazed by what we have foundWe awaken to this holy soundOur words form in praiseAs we proclaim His name through our daysSaid with the correct intentionMiracles have … Continue reading

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For Sierra (At Age 14)

For Sierra (At Age 14)by Michael DoyleThough sometimes now, I have to squint To get the clue of what it is you meantThis poem is for you as you reach 14Growing into one of my favorite human beingsWhether it’s building … Continue reading

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Wonderous Sea’s Night Dive

Wonderous Sea’s Night Diveby Michael DoyleAt the end of the day comes the night diveTo find that at the bottom, it’s the tinyThat somehow manages to keep us all aliveThe millions of phytoplankton are lights, however tinyEvery other breath that … Continue reading

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Self-Stirred To Capability

Self-Stirred To Capabilityby Michael DoyleStepping up to live and serveI walk in more blessings than I deserveIn this faith, I grow and growLiving more love than I might knowGuilt and innocence is our cultureLitigious in nature is what we nurtureCaught … Continue reading

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Uthred of Bamburgh

Uthred of Bamburghby Michael DoyleThe blood runs deepAs Saxon mothers weepSatan has crossed the landsUnder blood thirst’s craven commandVahalla’s gates open wideWatching as seven kings diedThe Valkyries accept the deathAs Uthred draws his last breathA hero though rarely namedIf England … Continue reading

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This Is the Baseline

This Is the Baselineby Michael DoyleThis This is the baselineMissed The punchline that was a signThat That showed us the worldAs Every dream was found fetal and curledMost stages of consciousnessAre degrees of insanityMirrored images of pretentiousnessHeld to the light … Continue reading

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