Tag Archives: Death

Full of Moments

Posted on August 9, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Full of Momentsby Michael DoyleLife is full of momentsOf “I can’t understand”.Maybe I don’t need toAs long as I’m holding your hand.There’s so muchThat I don’t know.From the mistakes that I’ve madeI’d guess it shows. I’ve made my peaceWith most … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Believe, Belssing, Death, Done, Full, Hide, Holding Your Hand, I Can't Understand, Inside, Knives Out, Know, Left, Mistakes, Moments, Momets, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Remember, Show, Standing, Strong, Victory, Walled Up, Wrong, Yesterday | Leave a comment

Over the Ending of Years

Posted on July 18, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Over the Ending of Yearsby Michael DoyleSometimes as we travel over the lighter yearsWe find ourselves confronted by our dark fears.Things come along that change our soulsAnd agonize at how much we are out of control.It’d be something if we … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Agonize, Approach, Dark Fears, Death, Depth, Elephant, Ending, Future, Heaven, Holy Service, Last Breath, Length, Matter, Numbing, Pass, Poetry and Poems, Purpose, Recall, Soul, Tatter, Travel, Years | Leave a comment

The Riddle of the Sands

Posted on June 28, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Clever, Cold, Death, Dimension, Dreaming, Eyes, Fade, Fingers, Fire, Forever, Fragile Heart, Idenity, Jesus, Know, Last Breath, Laugh, Learn, Liquid Sky, Living, Mars, Memories, Mercury, Mind, Misery, Months, Night, Perception, Poetry and Poems, Precision, Pyschobabble, Reality, Realize, Red Alert, Riddle, Sands, Silence, Sleep, Sound, Spike, Spirit, Starlight, Surreal, Tears, Temple of Wonders, Thought, Trauma, Walk, Waves, Weep, World, Years, Yesterday | Leave a comment

What Comes Next?

Posted on June 19, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

What Comes Next?by Michael DoyleDay after day, dot after dotOne way or another, it connectsTaking chances and casting lotsAs we wonder about what comes next.The mullahs act with intimidation,But they aren’t the heart of the nation.And we must never forget … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Aspiration, Belief, Blood Price, Chance, Change, Clarion, Conention, Connect, Contrartian, Culture, Day, Death, Discconnection, Dot, Farsi, Final Hour, God's Mercy, Grief, Heart, Hope, Human Rights, Identity, Intervention, Intimidation, Iran, Iranian People, Khamenei, Lot, Martyrdom, Mullah, Nation, Nations, Next, Opposition, Poetry and Poem, Repression, Repressive Regime, Rubaiyat, Slogans, Society, Staying Power, Tabrizi, Tehran, Trust, Truth | Leave a comment

Omaha Beach

Posted on June 6, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Omaha Beachby Michael DoyleThe American soldier was carried by perpetual motionIn a metal hull as he prepared to land from the ocean.The air around him was filled with the stench of salted fear.All around him prayed, certain their deaths were … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Air, Allies, American Soldier, Breech, D-Day, Death, Footsteps of Heroes, Friends, Land, Metal Hull, Mortal Eyes, Ocean, Omaha Beach, Perpetual Motion, Poetry and Poems, Prayed, Sand, Solid Ground, Stench, Struck Down, Water, Wind | Leave a comment

Soul Rot

Posted on June 4, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Soul Rotby Michael DoyleWhen your bad is so goodThat it’s become understoodAs being what you’re best at,It may be best to remember that.It’s not exactly forgot.You’re suffering from soul rot.Staring death in the face,And keeping it in its place.You keep … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Bad, Best, Bitter End, Bleed, Death, Defeat, Doctor, Face, Feet, Fight, Forgot, Friend, Good, Help, Muddle, Need, Place, Poetry and Poems, Reaper, Remember, Soul Rot, Undestood | Leave a comment

Pharma Broke Faith

Posted on May 27, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Pharma Broke Faithby Michael DoyleThe system we live in tends to treat the sick.Working toward wellness would be and is my pick.Have a handful of pills and feel more diseased.This is not workable and people are not pleased.Bodies need balance … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Altenrative, Balance, Bodies, Contemplative, Cured, Death, Disease, Faith, Fell Well, Handful of Pills, Ill, Lesson, Not Workable, Pharma, Pick, Pill, Pleased, Poetry and Poems, Real, Relative, Sick, Side Affects, System, Terms, Working Toward Wellness | Leave a comment

Bullfrog’s Blues

Posted on May 26, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Bullfrog’s Bluesby Michael DoyleIt seems Bullfrog doesn’t like sweltering heat,But he liked less, his man facedown on the street.The weight of decisions bringing life and deathOften takes away even a tough man’s breath. To hide his tears, he feigned a … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Blues, Breath, Bullfrog, Card, Coffin, Cough, Death, Decision, Die Hard, Guilt, Hard To Forgive, Heat, Joked, Left To LIve, Lessons, Life and Death, Loe, Orders, Poetry and Poems, Street, Tears | Leave a comment

First Principles: For the Love of Country They Accepted Death, and Thus Resolved All Doubts, and Made Immortal Their Patriotism and Their Virtue

Posted on May 26, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

“For love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts, and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue.” – James A. Garfield In memoriam for this Memorial Day: Please take a moment to say a prayer for the … Continue reading →

Posted in First Principles | Tagged Accept, Country, Death, Doubt, First Principles, Immortal, James A. Garfield, Love, Memorial Day, Patriotism, Resolve, Virtue | Leave a comment

Triumphant Circumstance

Posted on May 9, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Triumphant Circumstanceby Michael DoyleI stand triumphant in my dedicationTo the belief in God as a cause for celebration.Death has, indeed, lost its unholy sting.In words of praise, I will continue to sing.The first Adam brought us sin’s death.Christ, as new … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Baance, Belief, Breath, Cause, Celebration, Christ, Death, Dedication, Embrace, First Adam, Fullness, Garden of Eden, God, Grace, Holy Creation, Jesus, Life, New Adam, Path, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Redemption, Salvation, Sin, Sing, Sting, Triumphant Circumstance, True North, True Worth, Wonder | Leave a comment