Tag Archives: Crumble

To Share A Sunrise

To Share A Sunriseby Michael DoyleAll things in their time, stay partly the same.It’s as if living in some cosmic sort of game.Though in appearances, all seem to rearrange,As time moves on, we find things virtually unchanged.Dredging up the fragments … Continue reading

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Probability and History

Probability and Historyby Michael DoyleThe past indicates the probability,And the rest, as they say, is history.We learn these things with humility.The passing days become our legacy.The mercantile types take life without any need.The wise take this into account and pay … Continue reading

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Rated Pain

Rated Painby Michael DoyleSitting here tonight after the injuryI know that it won’t require surgeryBut all the same, I don’t like the painYet, asking me to rate it feels insaneThe trouble is as I stumbled and talkedIs that the path … Continue reading

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Worth the Turning of Attention

Worth the Turning of Attentionby Michael DoyleThe time has come and the time is nowTo remember the nation’s virtues somehowBecause when the Left has gotten out of controlThere is virtually nothing to ever consoleThe loss of some fundamental beliefsThat without … Continue reading

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Truth Becomes A Life

Truth Becomes A Lifeby Michael DoyleLooking at life in its full-lengthWe find our hold on truth is our strengthWithout truth, life is merely a stumbleWith all around us in a constant crumbleThis is happening throughout our landAs I pray to … Continue reading

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A Harper Rises

A Harper Risesby Michael DoyleWhen a harper rises from his slumberAnd whatever the spell that he’s been underHe will find his answers become rightAs though illuminated by the lightNo longer trading in colloquialisms and slightBut speaking only the true, noble, … Continue reading

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The Importance of the Word

The Importance of the Wordby Michael DoyleIn this roll of yearsSoftly past the flowing tearsI think on words soughtTo connect the dot-to-dotThe words in mindI seek and sometimes findThat words are cultureAnd culture is the we nurtureSlipped into this elasticityIs … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrances

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Part VII: Remembrancesby Michael DoyleThe plague burns through old London TownWhile God casts his eyes aside with a frownObsessed with frightening visions of Sibyle VaineDorian crumbles perched on the brink of going insaneRemembrances of her and … Continue reading

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How Many Wrong Turns

How Many Wrong Turnsby Michael DoyleHow many wrong turnsCan we believers takeBefore each of us learnsThe truth beyond our heartbreaksThat God’s word can stabilizeWhen all around us starts to crumbleUntil, that is, we realizeThe necessity of keeping humbleIn this nation, … Continue reading

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An Incident of Oxford Compilation

An Incident of Oxford Compilationby Michael DoyleIn my mind gathered so silentlyI pray against evil so vigilantlyIn the darkness of a blind alleyLost among the madmen in the galleryThough words come at me namedLanguage itself will not be tamedIt grows … Continue reading

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