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Is Reverence So Alien?

Is Reverence So Alien?by Michael DoyleAnd there it is againStated with righteous persistenceTrust is the necessary bondBehind peaceful coexistenceToo may ills bleed from greedArising in forms of aggressionPeace is easy enough to heedWhere love answers the questionsConflict splinters away all … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Present Constitution Is the Standard To Which We Are To Cling. Under Its Banners, Bona Fide Must We Combat Our Political Foes

“The present Constitution is the standard to which we are to cling. Under its banners, bona fide must we combat our political foes.” – Alexander Hamilton (1802)

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First Principles: The Present Constitution Is the Standard To Which We Are To Cling…Rejecting All Changes But Through the Channel Itself Provides For Amendments

“The present Constitution is the standard to which we are to cling. Under its banners, bona fide must we combat our political foes — rejecting all changes but through the channel itself provides for amendments.” – Alexander Hamilton (1802)

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First Principles: The Present Constitution Is the Standard To Which We Are To Cling. Under Its Banners, Bona Fide Must We Combat Our Political Foes

“The present Constitution is the standard to which we are to cling. Under its banners, bona fide must we combat our political foes.” – Alexander Hamilton (1802)

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Slips of the Tongue

Slips of the Tongueby Michael DoyleSlips of the feeble tongueCome more often when no longer youngThings ill thought should often not be saidBut instead kept inside one’s headOur lives are played out like a movieSometimes hellbent though that doesn’t move … Continue reading

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Flaws of My Heart

Sat in on an early morning sermon today.   While listening in, this came to mind… Flaws of My Heart by Michael Doyle My flaws of the heart Directed by sin from the start My eyes closed to Godly fear I … Continue reading

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On the Losing Side of History

A piece dedicated to the ending days of Bernie Sanders’ attempt to hold a revolution.  It begs the question, “What if they gave a revolution and nobody came?”. On the Losing Side of History by Michael Doyle Sanders lumbers on … Continue reading

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God From Machine

We live in interestingly troubled times. God From Machine by Michael Doyle In the spiraled stairs leading to the future Is a universal fate we must embrace and nurture Asking who is worthy to be given and receive The truth … Continue reading

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We Who Damn Ourselves

Halloween Poem #19: We Who Damn Ourselves by Michael Romani We damn ourselves To our own private hells Dwelling on all Of the tiniest details In a world grown cold We lose all hope All of our dreams bought and … Continue reading

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The Do Nothing Days

My inner child likes yours more than a little, he said… The Do Nothing Days by Michael Romani The do nothing days come to pass With only their memories held; alas Kept as long as we can in our minds … Continue reading

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