Tag Archives: Connection

In the Quiet

In the Quiet by Michael DoyleIn the late hours, with others asleepI find my contemplation runs deepAnd I get my best moments quietly doneIt’s sometimes best without anyoneIt’s not to be impatient or rudeWhen I speak on how others intrudeOn … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

In His Name

In His Nameby Michael DoyleIn the name of JesusWe have found everythingIn seeking miraclesWe praise Jesus as we singIn all moments, help me to seeThe faith needed for victoryI ask for blessings and receiveThe increase needed and I believeBy the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

To Touch Your Shadow

To Touch Your Shadowby Michael DoyleThrough physical, we find affirmationIn this, we have signaled confirmationWrapped in layers of living securityOur love makes our sense of libertyThese are the rules we agreeably play byFinding our truths by which we’ll stay byWe … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

In A Million Days

In A Million Daysby Michael DoyleI find myself drowning in the ocean of youIn all of the good things I’ve learned to be trueThere, deep within your beautiful, dreamy eyesIs my future that I’ve come to recognizeIt’s said that looks … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

First Principles: All See, and Most Admire, the Glare Which Hovers Round the External Trappings of Elevated Office…To Me There Is Nothing In It , Beyond…Its Connection With A Power of Promoting Human Felicity

“All see, and most admire, the glare which hovers round the external trappings of elevated office. To me there is nothing in it, beyond the lustre which may be reflected from its connection with a power of promoting human felicity.” … Continue reading →

Posted in First Principles | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

In This Love’s Connection

In This Love’s Connectionby Michael DoyleWhat’s it going to be likeThe moment that we touchWhen the electricity reveals usWill it be too muchWhen you think of meWill I feel it in my soulWe know that it’s supposed to beAs my … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Ever True

Ever Trueby Michael DoyleChasing the stars to see where they leadDreaming the dreams needed to take seedAnd grow into what it’s meant to meanThe moves to be made are yet to be seenWith a turn of the page come the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Deep End Moments

Deep End Momentsby Michael DoyleThe deep end of the dating sceneIt can be or seem extremely shallowThat is, if you know what I meanIt’s, at best, the higher love’s shadowCan true love come without face-to-face?Or is that hoping for a … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

What Queen Frostine Taught Me

What Queen Frostine Taught Meby Michael DoyleQueen Frostine taught me to cherish victorySweetly satisfying and stacked in her mysteryAt four years old, I began to learn to take my turn Life was full of all these sorts of things to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Ghost Story

Ghost Storyby Michael DoyleRemember Remember meMy death Was cold miseryThere is no record At least officiallyBut my lynching Is part of historyI’m cold and alone Without a name on the stonePlease talk to me I need a sort of legacyI … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment